Interview 2 and 1 can be found here.
The button clicked, the recording began and the brand new lens focused without a hitch as the video captured the image of the same snow white room and now two separate small tables in place of the singular large table, separated three feet apart.
“this is Professor Henry Gascoigne. Today I will be conducting interview three of five with both subject S-47 and S-47-B, otherwise respectively known as ‘Danté’ and ‘Virgil’”
Henry watched as the smarty to his left glared at the sibling to his right and the sensitive creature simply peeped and gurgled in oblivious joy as its four stubby little hooves softly groped the pillow it was resting upon.
“good morning, how are you both feeling today?”
“happy gurgles chirp”
“nu wan tawkies…”
“Danté, I assume that you are still upset about being confined to a separate crate last night”
“nu… Nu cawe, hayt bwuva!”
“…chirp… Peep…”
“do you mean that?”
“yus?”
“if I were to push both of your tables together and leave the room, what would you do?”
“gib dummeh Viwgiw wowstest huwties, stompies, bities, an foweva sweepies!”
“is that so…”
“yus!”
“truly?”
“YUS!”
“very well…”
Professor Gascoigne then stood from his chair and walked into the view of the camera. From his pocket he pulled a syringe and displayed it directly towards the smarty.
“inside of this syringe, Danté, is enough fluffycide to kill an XXL fluffy”
The professor then proceeded to insert the tip of the short needle directly into the back of the now screeching SBS fluffy while never breaking eye contact from its elder brother.
“PEEEEEEPEEPEEPEEPEEPEEPEEP!”
“if you want him to die, you have my permission… although I expect you to make a good on your threats”
“CHIRPCHIRPCHIRPCHIRP! panicked gurgling”
Henry then proceeded to push the two small tables together and with his other hand he pinched the rapidly chirping mouth of the sensitive brother shut.
“come now, don’t doddle”
“…”
“hurry now, I distinctly remember you stating that you were not afraid of anything”
“…otay…”
“yes, just like that, now press your hoof down on the white plastic part sticking out of the back”
“den himb gu foweva sweepies?”
“correct, now be quick about it”
“…”
“what appears to be the problem?”
“Viwgiw wook saddies, hab wowstest scawdies…”
“yes, I would imagine that he is feeling quite terrified and betrayed right now”
“Viwgiw nu wan foweva sweepies…”
“yet you wanted him to die, so end his pain and confusi-”
“nu”
“…”
“…”
“good, now we can move past this”
The professor unceremoniously pulled the syringe from the back of the terrified SBS fluffy and tossed it into a nearby medical waste bin. He then turned around and immediately returned to his chair.
“I would comfort your brother if I were you, he must be frightfully scared”
“…otay…”
“yes, isn’t that nice? Now that we’ve chewed through the fat, so to speak, how about we return to the questions… I will even permit your brother to stay with you in a crate again, should you behave yourself for the remainder of this interview”
“…docta am munstah…”
“I gave you exactly what you wanted and you rejected it, if that qualifies myself as a monster, Danté, then you are something far worse by your own metric”
“dat wus dewty twick wat docta did!”
“I apologise, but I quite frankly care very little for dragging out a single subject longer than necessary within these interviews I conduct. You are the object of interest, not your sibling, he is just an accessory”
“…”
“now, let’s begin, shall we?”
“otay”
“when did you change your mind? Was it when I showed you the syringe, when I stuck your brother, when I pushed the tables together, when you crossed over to his side or was it when your hoof touched the back of the syringe?”
“smawty nu no, nu memba”
“Interesting”
The room filled briefly with the sound of a pen dancing across paper until abruptly ending.
“would you like to hear my theory?”
“otay”
“you never wanted to kill him, did you?”
“…”
“another lie”
“…yus…”
“hmm, I thought as much”
“bu…”
“go on”
“smawty wan’ted tu gib huwties, wowstest huwties”
“I see. And when you fantasize about harming your brother do you often think of his ‘speshew wumps’?”
“…”
“Danté? I do not want to repeat yesterday”
“yus…”
“explain your fantasy to me”
“wen thinkie-pwace pictew hapin, smawty wan stompie dem, bitie dem, num dem…”
“you fantasize about eating your brother’s genitals”
“…”
“Danté, this is a safe place, you can speak the truth here without fear or repercussion”
“yus, smawty thinkie pictew teww smawty dat when smawty num wump, smawty wumps gwow backsies”
“and how often do you have this fantasy?”
“ebery bwite timsie… Bu hab awot wen dummeh mayk smawty madies”
“do you understand that if you were to cannibalize your brother’s genitals, your own testicles would not grow back”
“yus, smawty no dat… nu am dummeh”
“clearly…”
“I would very much like to speak about your mothers for a moment”
“nu… Nu wan tawkies bout mu-”
“I would truly reconsider, if I were you. Have you forgotten the deal I had offered you at the start of our session?”
“smawty memba…”
“I am going to only ask you five questions, would you permit me to?”
“otay bu be quickies, nu wike dis”
“I understand, let’s begin.”
“…”
“yesterday you had mentioned that you were not your mother’s favourite child. Why do you believe that your mother preferred your brother to you?”
“nu no… Am bettah den bruvah, him dummeh bu awways git extwa miwkies an huggies an wuv. Smawty twy ebewy-ting… Twy be dancie bebbeh, twy be spwawin bebbeh, twy be singie bebbeh… Bu neba enuff… Awways am nu-bestest bebbeh”
“I see, I am sure that must have been very hard for you. But you did have a second mother, what did she think of you?”
“hoomin mummah wus dah bestest mummah eba! Mummah Mawy tayk smawty fow wawkies an dancies… An wen mummah Mawy hab da wowstest saddies, mummah awways gib bestest huggies… Miss mummah…”
Henry reached under his desk and retrieved a small box of tissues. He slid the paper towels over to the sniveling smarty, all the while never looking up from his paperwork, ever scribbling away to every word.
“and when Mary died, what was the first thought that came to your mind?”
“…Danteh am aww awone…”
“but that wasn’t true… You had your brother”
“twue…”
“do you love your brother?”
“…”
“Danté… be honest now”
“yus… yus, danteh wuv du-… Sensitibe bruvah”
“and one final question before I send you both on your way. What do you imagine your mothers’ would think of you now, if they could see the way that you treat your brother? The things that you imagine doing to your brother?”
“…”
“please answer the question, Danté”
“nu”
“Danté…”
“pweas nu askies”
“come on now, you’re so very close to getting your brother back”
“…nu no…”
“I think you do”
“nu wan thinkie bout it”
“very well, I suppose 4 out of 5 isn’t bad…”
The button clicked and the video ended.
Interview 4 can be found here.