it was a dark night, cold enough to be comfortable, with some occasional breeze that broke the unnerving silence that enveloped the unusual calmness of the night
there he was, cloaked by shadows and blankets, the only light was that of his clock, it was indeed a perfect night, if only she could have been there with him, then he wouldn’t have to deal with all that stuff, he would just hug her and sleep, without having to worry about emotions or stress, maybe it was the fact the he was almost completely alone now, or that he needed a break to be more able to do his work properly, it was a very demanding one after all
although he completely understood the necessity of his break, he hated to take it, and completely disliked the idea of not doing something productive, the only way he had to endure that burden, was now dead, and the break was pointless because of that, and there he was, laying, sleepless like most of the nights since that happened
maybe he should end it all, he was too unstable to go back to his work in the near future, and far too depressed to keep going at it, he had the tool to swiftly end it, but decided to drink a cold glass of water before doing it, at least he could still do something he liked, as he sat besides his window looking at the trees illuminated by the moon, drinking what could have been his last glass of water, he heard a distant, but clear rustling
“come on, obah hewe, dewe am nu hooman dummeh monstews” a small number of steps and whispers were heard
he knew those things, he used to have one with his partner, although, just as she said “why would we have another if the one we loved already died”, and thus they never adopted another one, that didn’t stop them from helping some though, just the ones that were polite enough to kindly ask for stuff, the other ones were greeted with a stream of cold water, and drawn away, if they were unlucky enough to be impolite, he would secretly track them at night, quickly beat them, and swiftly come back to his bed, as if that never happened, he absolutely enjoyed that, but he could never do it in front of her, because she would have hated him, he stared through the window, in complete darkness
“hewe dewe am some pwetty gwassie nummies” the smarty said, as his herd gathered around him, waiting for him to eat, so that they may eat too, if they were deemed worthy enough
his blood boiled from rage that he haven’t felt many years ago, he wouldn’t let them destroy the only memory of her, no matter how they were they all deserved to die, and, feeling the first glimpse of real freedom he had been craving for many years, he dressed up in his service clothes, grabbed this self defense stick, and stormed to the front yard, in the unusual silent motion for someone his height and speed that he moved at
“siwence! dewe am stwange noise neaw” said the now recognizable fluffy, he was bigger than the rest of his small herd, but he surely was the smarty, his colors unrecognizable for the moment
he waited in silence, his figure blended with the environment thanks to the generally dark colors he weared, he counted five a smarty, a pregnant mare looking malnourished, a very colorful and pregnant mare, looking very healthy, and a couple of stallions, one being just as malnourished as the first mare, the other being as healty as the smarty, he hated the way most of these fluffies organized the herds
“dah stwange noise am gone” said the smarty, starting to open his mouth to bite the well-cared grass, the man quickly turned on his flashlight, blinding the fluffy
“owwie smawty see-pwaces nu can see” his herd quickly looked the flashlight, only to be blinded while they shitted and pissed themselves because of the fear they had of not being able to see properly again, the man quickly extended the stick, and started to furiously beat the fluffy, leaving a mass of broken bones and bloody fur
“smawty habes wowstes’ owwies” said the fluffy in pain, the only answer the man gave to his pain was a forceful kick, that pushed him in the fence near the road, through were he entered, he wouldn’t be able to properly see, hear, or even smell again, condemned to suffer a slow and painful death
the other fluffies scattered quickly through the yard, screaming at the sudden disappearance of their leader, the second one to be killed was the thoughie of the herd, lifted by the mane, and thoroughly punched, making sure that the biggest possible quantity of bone splinters would end up hurting him further, and tossed the fluffy high enough to shortly die after his fall
the cacophony of screes and huhus continued, the healty mare was next, he quickly stomped her back, breaking her spine and expelling all the babies she had inside her
“SCREEEE why fwuffy’s weggies nu wowk, pwease weggies wun fwom dah munstah” the man grabbed the mare by the neck, and pushed her head in her now deceased babies
“nuu babbehs am to wittwe to be chiwpie bab-” his voice was now silenced by the sudden pressure he felt in his mouth, so big, that shattered bone and flesh alike, leaving her with a bloddy stump where her mouth once was, unable to speak, or to even scream, the mare only wheezed, and like that, she was left to bleed out, alone in the darkness, accompanied only by the bodies of her babies
he then saw the last 2, the malnourished mare and stallion, just comforting each other, accepting their death, they were both brown, and not the pretty kind, their fur was a mixture of dust, dirt, shit and whatever other thing they may have or not have in their dirty fur, something about those two fluffies hitted him, just where he was more vulnerable now, and lowered the intensity of his flashlight, approaching the fluffies, who now we’re just laying next to each other, accepting whatever might happen to them
he felt compassion, and thinking, he came to the conclusion that he may have a good use for them, and gently picked them up, and placed them corral their previous fluffy had, safe enough to be left alone for a day, if the water and food were recently filled, he filled them, turned on the small night light they had, then he placed a blanket near the fluffies, leaving them more comfortable that they would ever be
a very faint “fank 'ou” was heard, the man didn’t say anything, he left his clothes on the machine washer, then went to the shower, and to the bed, it was now a very relaxing night, he cleared his thoughts, and now, was able to comfortably sleep, if only for just one night
