Abandoned Angel
Part 36: Now There Was Six
That day Robert spent hours at the police station. He gave the officer his statement. He gave the officer the text messages. He consented to pressing charges, not that there was much of an option at this point. It was before he left that the big surprise came, which unfortunately didn’t end with Mary getting locked up. “Do what now?”
“Mary specifically requested for you to take her fluffies into your possession to take care of them.”
“Seriously?” Even locked up, Mary had the amazing ability to leave Robert dumbfounded. Robert took the keys. It was incredulous. First she cripples three fluffy foals and gives to them as a gift. Then she murders one, leaving a love note in blood on his kitchen table. Now, now she wants him to take care of her fluffies at home. He came prepared with food, blankets and several cardboard boxes. He wouldn’t leave them to her, vowing to himself to not let her near them again.
As he entered the house with the bundle, he was quite surprised. It was neat and orderly, and rather empty and bare. Yet it was also very clean, spotless. He marveled at just how clean it was, it almost looked like it hadn’t been lived in as it was so pristine. Having never been to, let alone inside her house, an exploration was necessary. The bedroom, bathroom, closet, every room clean and neat. No art work adorned the walls. No pictures of family or friends laid about. It was eerie in a utilitarian sense.
The last door held the safe room. As he opened the door he could hear a fluffy voice call out, “Mummah!?” As much as he steeled himself, it was nonetheless shocking. The white walls were stained with old and new splashes and splotches of blood. The floor matched the walls. Near the bed sat a blood stained knife and what could only be an ear, as the black fluffy was missing one. In the center of the room sat a small bed, barely big enough for the three fluffies. A lime green fluffie, clearly ready to burst, occupied the majority of the bed, her legs gone. Sprawled next to her the one eared black Pegasus with limp wings cowered, his rear legs spread out in a very uncomfortable and awkward angle. In the corner a monochrome red fluffy cowered, his fur dirty, dingy and matted.
“Whewe mummah?” The green fluffy asked.
“Mommy had to go away for a while. I get to take care of you.” Robert spoke softly, not wanting to scare these fluffies.
“Nyu daddeh?” The green one perked up. The black one and red one still looked terrified.
Robert paused for a moment, sure, why the hell not? He’d probably end up keeping them anyway.
“Yeah, I’m your new daddy.”
“NYU DADDEH! Mummah pwomise nyu daddeh! Wose suuu happeh! Babbehs hab nyu daddeh!” Rose squealed with joy.
The Pegasus struggled and tried to pull itself towards Robert with his front legs, his rear body sliding against the floor. “Daddeh? Wan gib Wunt owies? Gib owies make daddeh happeh?”
What the fuck did she do to them? Rose was clearly mentally stunted. Runt, he figured, must have been the runt of a litter. For a fluffy to ask for owies, Robert couldn’t fathom what she did. As Runt edged closer, it was apparent the raw wound on his head from the missing ear was relatively fresh. “No, Runt, I won’t give you owies. A good daddy won’t give owies.” Robert looked to the cowering red fluffy. “And what is your name?”
“Fwame.”
Well, he wasn’t much of a talker, Robert thought. “I’m taking you three to a new home. C’mon over, Flame.” Robert set up one big box with a blanket at the bottom. Flame and Runt were quiet while being put in the box, Rose squealed happily about a new daddy and best babies. With only one small bed and two blocks for toys, Robert left their former belongings, he had plenty of toys and beds to spare from his own fluffies.
The car ride changed Rose’s mental state. The whole time she cried about scary noises, metal monsters, and finally scary poopies. Thankfully, with the heat cranked, Robert was able to drive home with the windows down. The surprise was when he got home and looked in the box. “Why isn’t she covered in shit?”
“Fwame cwean Wose. Fwame awways cwean Wose. Fwame gud fwuffy, nu hewties!” Flame could only move a few inches away, but still manged to try to cower in the corner of the box.
“Flame, you are a good fluffie, I won’t give you owies.” Robert sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy. The next several hours Robert spent turning part of his garage into a safe room for the new fluffies. Several old blankets covered the floor, Angel’s old bed and litter box now put to good use, and several old toys, including Bright’s stuffed animal he loved to love.
Robert left all three on the bed, along with plenty of fresh food and water. Erin arrived shortly after and was surprised at how quiet the new three fluffies were. Plenty of noise came from the safe room. As Robert shared the horrid sight of the old safe room, Angel ran up to Robert, Brave and Robin tagging behind her. “Daddeh! NYU FWUFFIES! Bwave smewwed dem!”
Brave chimed in, “Dat mummah and daddeh! Wan see mummah and dadeh!” Robin looked up silently pleading as well.
“Not tonight, guys. Soon. They need to get used to the house. They have owies and daddy is taking care of them.” Maybe they would understand. He wasn’t even sure if he would have those three inside the house. Robert wasn’t even sure if he would let them see the three in the garage. Temporarily the garage was fine.
The sad look remained with Robin and Brave. The three returned to the safe room, content with playing with a large sheet of bubblewrap. Many soft pops and slightly sad giggles emanated from the room.
It was bedtime, Robin was so tired. He was tired of making saddie wawa. He was tired of chest owies. He missed his brother so much. Brave and Angel were fun to play with, but it wasn’t the same. He trotted over to the toy box and pulled out Bright’s favorite stuffed animal, his spechew fwiend, and gave it a big hug. It still smelled like his brother. Robin didn’t even mind that it was covered in weird crusty bits. Robin curled up in bed, hugging the stuffed animal. It just wasn’t the same.
Moments later Angel and Brave curled up next to Robin. Their fluff pile not as warm as before, but much warmer than it was when it was just Angel. Hours later only the night light gave any illumination in the room. Angel was roused slightly, not enough to move, sleepy time trying to drag her back down. Something someone nuzzled her tail. “Angel… wan… swee… pies…" She only managed to mumble. A heavy weight pressed her down, pushing her rump up. Not even the sharp owies or softly grunted “enf enf enf” woke her.