Your name is Berry. You are a purple fluffy with a green mane, and were part of a feral herd. This feral herd must have been the smartest, because they had a foal that talked like a human! Everything was going well, until that barkie-munstah showed up and gave all of them forever sleepies, except for you. But what you saw was the smarty’s foal escaping with that dummeh munstah he always was around. That munstah must have taken him away to give him forever sleepies and num him. You were going to find this munstah, and give it the worst hurties of its life.
. . .
Your name is Munstah. Not your given name, but you’ve taken to calling yourself that. It’s come in handy, but not as expected. You have the worst heart hurties ever after getting the nummies for your brother, after giving that foal forever sleepies, but you knew much worse would be coming. You open your eyes, and look around. Everything’s fine, but your brother looked different… he was much bigger than last bright time. Before, you two had been around the same size, but he was noticeably bigger. Hm. Must be part of how smart he was, because your thinkie place has hurties trying to come up with a reason. After raising yourself up, you realize something. This box is not comfortable, so what should you do?
Obviously, just go find something soft. You hope there are some bushes around here.
. . .
A new day has arrived, and you still don’t have a name. You don’t really care though. You’ve got other problems. The first thing you think of is to talk to your sister to find out what happened last night. You don’t see her in the box, so you think she went out for some air. You feel a bit dizzy once you raise yourself up, but you push past it and walk out.
thunk
Ow, what the hell? You realize you just walked into one of the flaps on the box. But how? You weren’t that tall to hit it…
Shit. What happened? You’re taller now. Your legs are longer, but you don’t even feel like you’re sick. In fact, you feel amazing. Wait, you’re getting sidetracked. Where was your sister?
…
Shit. Where was she now?
. . .
Walking through the alleyways, you’re determined to find something to make the box comfier. You had a feeling you would need to sleep there for a long time, and your brother always seemed sleepy ever since you two escaped.
“Oh widdwe munstah babbeh… whewe aw yu…”
The first thing you feel is shock, then terror. You recognized that voice, but how? How did he survive? That was Berry, the one fluffy that managed to hurt you, and he made it count. But you were alone, your brother couldn’t save you now, and if you ran back, you might end up hurting your brother by leading him there. No time to stay here, you’ve gotta move.
The choice between abandoning your mission and making your brother proud is hard, but you ultimately decide that without him, you would be dead at birth. Besides, he must be in bad shape from the attack. You walk quickly but try to stay silent, as Berry’s terrifying voice sounds out over and over again. Examining the trash cans, you look for things like blankets and towels. Dirty or not, they would get the job done.
CLANG
“Owwies! Dummeh munstah babbeh… gonna get wowstest huwties…”
Alright, you admit it. You got scared and ran into another alley. But hey, guess that Berry was good for something! Because barely hanging off a trash can, was a dirty, horribly stained blanket. At least it dried, right?
. . .
There it was. Directly in your sight… That dummeh munstah, it probably lured the bawkie munstah to your herd too. And she had boo-boo juice on her hoof… she gave her brother forever sleepies! But then, it turned around. It first had the wowstest scawies, but then had a defiant look.
. . .
There he was. In the flesh, you hoped he would be missing most of that but unfortunately he likely hid from the bawkie munstah like a coward. But you had the advantage of being smaller, and he was nothing but a fat, stupid fluffy.
“GUNNA GIB MUNSTAH FOWEBAH SWEEPIES!”
You put all of your force into your legs, and leap to the side. Ow, the landing hurts a bit, but the dummeh rams into a trash can. Also knocking out the blanket, which proceeds to cover his eyes. Guess today isn’t his lucky day.
“SCREE! MUNSTAH WET GU OF BEWWY! BEWWY AM GUD FWUFFY!”
You watch him writhe around a bit. Kinda funny, but at the same thing, you’ve gotta chase him away.
. . .
That dummeh munstah covered your see-places, you cant see anything but you KNOW it’s her fault… Wait, something’s touching your special place.
. . .
Well, guess this horn is finally gonna be useful. You line yourself up, and charge forwards.
shunk
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WUMPS HAF WOWSTEST HUWTIES!”
And there he goes. Running off, and luckily leaving the blanket. All in a day’s work, you suppose. Time to get this back to your brother.
…
God dammit, you really hope she didn’t go off again because of some debt she thinks she owes. How long will it take for her to realize she doesn’t have to risk her life for you every day? You’ve been pacing around for a while, but you’re unable to find a sign of her trail. God, you should just go out there yourself. What are you doing? You should be-
“Bwuddah?”
Relief washes over you. You run over to your sister and tackle her in a hug.
“Can you PLEASE stop leaving while I sleep? You’re gonna kill me…”
“Hehe… sowwy bwuddah, bu’ got bwankie!”
For god’s sake, your sister is like a metal detector that only works on convenient items. It was dirty, stained, and would probably kill someone if it was licked, but you had no intentions on that. You drag it into the box, and look back at her, seeing her face. Uh oh, something happened again.
“Did anything happen?”
She showed you a toothy grin. “Munstah foun Bewwy…” Wait, THAT Berry? Oh if he’s still alive, you’re going to make him beg for death. Wait, what did she just call herse-
“Munstah gabe him wowstest huwties in speshuw wumps wif hown.” Pfft. You chuckle to yourself, serves the little shit right. But you remember what happened last night, and forget about the monster thing. You were gonna talk with her later about her new chosen name.
"Hey, did something happen last night while you were finding food?
Welp, that killed her mood. Tears begin to form at your eyes, and you expect the worst…
“Munstah foun mawe, an maw had babbehs… Towd yu abou’ bwown babbeh and bestest babbeh, bu’ mawe haf oddah babbehs…” Oh no. Please don’t say your ideas were true.
The tears begin to fall. “Munstah twy to scawe mawe an babbehs away fwom nummies, bu’ mawe gif oddah babbehs fowebah sweepies…” You begin to boil with anger. “Bu wun babbeh nu gu fowebah sweepies, haf tu gif babbeh fowebah sweepies su nu mowe huwties.” You move in to give her a hug. She needs it.
. . .
It’s night. The moon is out, and you have work to do. Your sister has been doing all of this for you, but now its time for you to really use your brain. If Berry attempted to kill your sister, then he most certainly would come back to finish the job. And when he came back, you didn’t want to scare him off. You wanted to kill him, and painfully. So you begin to think, but the idea pops into your head quickly. Sticks. String. You need them.
. . .
“Wook ou’ bestest! Nu twip on stickie! Get huwties and faww!” Just then, a stallion walks past, and trips on said stick, with a loud “Oof, owwies!”
Yep, this was your grand idea. A trap. Grab some sticks, connect them, and wait for berry to walk past, fall on his ass, and then the fun starts. You walked further than your sister would be comfortable with, but you remember the way back. You tear off some sticks from some bushes, with no issue due to your newfound strength. Carrying them back home, you carefully drop them, and walk over to the blanket. Welp, guess you really are gonna have to taste this. You grab a loose thread, and pull.
. . .
Nope. Never speaking of that again. That was traumatic. Besides the point. You had tons of information that was for some reason in your brain, you heard your mother babbling about ‘fwuffteebee’ one time and a flood of memories you didn’t think were yours came through. You remembered one episode, something about a circus fluffy.
. . .
“And here we have Martha, the daring, strong and beautiful fluffy!” A mare with black fur and an orange mane walks up on stage. “Today, Martha is gonna do a jump through the flaming hoop of fire!” A godawful cardboard cutout of fire hung over a tire that was connected to the ceiling via rope. “Gunna make mummah pwoud, du bigges jumpies…” Martha runs up, and successfully jumps through, slightly clipping her hoof at the very end, sending her tumbling. She had no idea what happened, but when her mummah gasped, she went wild. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! MAWTHA AM STWONGEST FWUFFY EBAH!”
. . .
Okay, a lot of that was off topic, but the main focus was that tire. Trying to remember the structure of the rope, you attempt to tie the sticks together with the pieces of loose threads, well you tried your best. You don’t have fingers, all you got are these hooves and teeth. Oh boy.
After about 10 minutes, you have successfully created something that even cavemen would be ashamed of. But hey, it worked. But the problem was it was too low. Well, there are some cans around here… so you lift them up onto the can, and you are successfully (probably) the only fluffy to have constructed something other than a mound of shit.
But now, you feel tired. Time to get some rest. You snuggle up with your sister, and hope that she doesn’t wander off again tomorrow.
. . .
That stupid, dummeh poopie numming MUNSTAH! She gave your speshuw wumps the wowstest huwties ebah… When you get your hooves on her, she is DEAD.
She will regret killing her brother…