Previous interviews can be found here.
The button clicked, the lens adjusted itself and the same colorless room, table and small white pillow came into view with a fiery coloured stallion sitting a top it, fuming with rage and covered in dried blood.
“this is head researcher professor Henry Gascoigne, conducting interview 5 of 5 with subject S-47, Danté”
Henry sighed as he pulled a small cloth from his coat pocket and wiped a smudge from his lenses before returning the spectacles to his face.
“would you like to explain what happened last night and your extreme behaviour towards my assistant this morning, Danté?”
“smawty du wat snawty wan!”
“we are not retreading old ground today…”
“smawty nu cawe! Gon gibe huwties tu dummeh docta!”
“I have heard that one before as well”
“uh umm… ENF OFFIES!”
“are there any more charming old nuggets that you would like to trudge out?”
“SMAWTY HAYTCHU!”
“yes, but I think you hate someone else a little bit more, don’t you?”
“hmpf!”
Henry reached into the carrier between his feet and pulled from it the bruised, toothless and battered mess that was Danté’s sibling before placing it onto his desk. The terrified and swollen creature attempted to suckle upon his upper left-hoof, before switching to his right once the shivering SBS’ feeble mind became aware that he no longer had a left hoof to suckle.
“I believe that you owe your sibling an apology…”
“NU! ENF YEW! DUMMEH BWUVAH! HAYTCHU! YEW KIWW MUMMAHS!”
“are you aware that your brother does not even know where he is or why you hurt him?”
“NU CAWE! HIMB DESERB IT!”
“I see… then let us review the footage”
Henry pressed a few apps and fiddled through his files until eventually he got to the security footage. He then streamed it directly to his work computer and turned it towards the stallion.
“we will begin here. May I ask why you began striking him? As far as the footage could tell, he had done nothing to wrong you”
“HIMB WONG EBERY-WUN!”
“very well, then let’s move ahead three minutes”
The video fast forwarded to show an image of Danté crushing his brother’s genitals into a thick red paste with a collection of 39 consecutive stomps, each punctuated with a huffed and bloodthirsty “HAYTCHU!”.
“I see that you finally made good on your fantasies towards your brother’s genitalia… may I ask, what was the tipping point?”
“HIMB TAYK EBEWY-TING WAY FROM SMAWTY NAOW SMAWTY TAYK WAY FWOM DUMMEH!”
“that does not answer my question, when did you decide to do this?”
“SMA-… smawty nu no…”
“what do you mean? And no lying”
“smawty nu am wyin, am teww da twoof! Afta tawkies udda bwite time… smawty com backsie tu cwate an himb jus… wayin dew… jus makin dummeh noisies and nummin hoofsie… den smawty jus feew… angwies, da biggest angwies hab eba feew”
“and then nothing after that?”
“nu”
“are you telling me that you recall little to nothing of what followed?”
“nu no, snawty jus wakies an himb wike dat, wike ober on deskie”
“so all of this footage is new to you?”
“yus”
Henry immediately clicked his pen and began frantically scribbling into his notes before looking up sternly.
“…we will see…”
Video played on and showed Danté aggressively biting into and chewing away at his brother’s foreleg for 12 consecutive minutes until a loud, audible, primal snap was heard and the limb came loose, followed by excessive screaming and rapid peeps.
“do you remember doing that part?”
“yus… Bu onwy a widdle bit… Memba da scweamies an tasties ob boo boo wawa, nuffin ewse…”
“very well, then we will move on again”
The video fast forwarded again to show Danté forcing his penis directly into his brother’s nostril and emptying his bladder. The liquid of which forced its way out of the second nostril and mouth, followed by a torrent of vomit from the scared sensitive fluffy.
“do you remember this part?”
“…nu…”
“what is wrong? You seem upset”
“nu wike dis vibeo”
“Danté, this is what you have done, whether you remember it or not”
“smawty nu wike, nu feew gud”
“unfortunately there is still more”
Video fast forwarded once again to show Danté opening his brother’s mouth, pressing his anus roughly against it and aggressively voiding his bowels, all the while the speakers of the computer continued to blare out rapid peeping, chirps and frantic gurgling that was captured from the microphone.
“nu mowe…”
“no, we will watch this till completion”
The video fast forwarded again until stopping at Dante, smearing his brother in a collection of feces and bile while screaming incoherent threats that bled into one another, creating some frenzied bastardisation of fluff speak.
“unfortunately we cannot see any more footage past this point due to the fact that your brother had projectile vomited over the lens of the camera”
Henry watched the stallion closely, watched his movements, his clear discomfort and the pool of sweat and urine building below him.
“but I am pleased to tell you that the microphone still worked”
The dark green screen fast forwarded one last time to the final clip. There was no image and Danté was thankful at first, until the audio began and his eyes widened as the sound entered his ears and visibly made him gag.
“ENF! ENF! ENF! ENF! ENF! HAYTCHU! ENF! ENF! ENF! HAB BAD FEEWS! ENFIN WOWSTEST DUMMEH! ENF! ENF!”
The vocalisations served as the backing track to the continued gurgled screams and rapid peeping of his brother within the video. The repeating grunts continued on and on seemingly without end.
To the professor’s shock, the sensitive fluffy beside him immediately began rapidly chirping, defecating and flailing about the desk as the audio forced it to relive the recent trauma.
“PWEAS STAWP! NU MOWE!”
“you will listen to completion!”
The Professor took two of his latex gloved fingers and gently held them against the sensitive fluffy’s ears until the chirping died down and it returned to a docile state. He did so all the while never breaking eye contact from its brother.
The audio played on as the frantic stallion was made to listen.
“ENF! ENF! ENF! ENF! ENF!”
“STAWP! NU MOWE!”
“ENF! ENF! ENF! ENF!”
“PWEAS! AM GUD FWUFFY!”
“ENFENFENFENFENFENF!”
“NU HUWTIES BWUVAH! NUUUUUU!”
“GUUUUUUD FEEEWS!”
the audio cut off unceremoniously and the videoplayer’s window minimized.
“would you like to hear a theory of mine?”
“HUUUUHUHUHUHU!”
“I believe that you knew subconsciously what you had done when you woke up this morning. ‘Subconsciously’ means that you knew something to be so, even without thinking about it”
“huhuhuu”
“I also believe that your tantrums this morning, before you came into the interview room, were an attempt to goad a staff member into physically punishing you, possibly even kill you”
“huhuhu”
“is that the case?”
“D-Danteh nu no…”
“that’s probably the most honest thing you have said in any of our sessions when not in the throws of anger”
“am docta gon gib foweva sweepies?”
“I have yet to decide”
“…otay…”
“goodbye for now, Danté”
The button clicked but the video remained on.
An assistant came and retrieved both of the brothers in separate crates before carrying them away.
The professor leaned back in his chair and lit a fresh cigarette after pressing the butt of what was left of one into his heavily populated ashtray.
“bloody hell…”
The professor got up from his chair and walked directly into the view of the camera. Henry then removed the soiled pillow from the examination table and tossed it into a nearby waste bin before slowly and methodically cleaning it of the creature’s essences, from both of the furniture appliances, with industrial grade antibacterial spray and a disposable paper towel.
“christ, Mary, whatever did you see in these creatures?.. I don’t know and I helped make the bloody things…”
After a while the professor finished another cigarette and flicked it into his ashtray.
“Professor, I would like to talk to you about some of the paperwork regarding S-47 and S-47-B”
A young assistant then walked into frame and handed her mentor a stack of papers.
“sir, you have not marked these fluffies for termination, was this an error?”
“no, I have decided that I’m going to remove them from the Institute and take them home with me”
“sir, that flies in the face of this institute’s protocols”
“I am aware of the protocols, miss Zimmerman, I wrote them”
“yes of course, sir, but would Mr Armitage approve if he was made aware of researchers becoming emotionally involved in their subjects?”
“are you planning to tell him? I would not blame you, he would probably give you my position”
“no, sir! Not at all… May I speak candidly to you?”
“always, I would have it no other way”
“these interviews… were they necessary?”
“for the fluffies? maybe. For the data? possibly. For myself? yes”
“why sir, why familiarize yourself with such damaged products and then go out of your way to take them home?”
“because, Amy, they are one of the last threads of connection I may ever have with my daughter, besides her son. Quite frankly, I don’t have the heart to do it”
“I thought you hated these things, sir?”
“I do… but Mary didn’t…”
The assistant tenderly placed her hand upon her mentors shoulder before spotting the light of the camera in the corner of her eye.
“Henry, I believe the camera is still on”
“bollocks! Never mind, we’ll cut it before we archive it”
The button clicked, the screen fizzled and the video ended.
-the end-
Follow-up story here.
I’d once again like to thank @Elder-Berry32 for helping sculpt the ideas that made this story possible.
And a thank you to the readers, I hope that you have enjoyed this mini series.
