You are Dr. Harriet Roseman, and you have a problem. Some fluffies are in your backyard, and they’re trying to take it over. But, you have just the thing to solve that.
“FV-0446, wake up. You have lots of “housie-friends” here just for you!” You shout, seeing the liquid in its tube swirl as it wakes up.
“Housie-fwiends? Wub nyew housie-fwiends!” FV-0446 squeals at the act of you picking it up and putting it into some leftover spaghetti.
“Fine, you can have my backyard, Smarty. Have this “sketti” as a sign of peace.” You sigh, putting the spaghetti onto a plate and on the patio deck.
“Maybeh hoomin nu dummeh afta aww.” The fluffy says, proceeding to eat the spaghetti until nothing was left on the plate.
“FV-0446, mommy’s here! Are you in? Did you make it?” You ask into a small tablet, holding it close to you and waiting for an answer.
“Mom-mee! Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks am in housie-fwiend! 'Ank 'ou!” FV-0446 giggles, also talking into the very small microphone you attached to it.
You are a fluffy! You just got a dummy human to make you some sketties, but it tasted a little funny. It doesn’t matter, you feel great and you have a whole place for you and your herd!
“Speshew-fwend! Fwuffy gib ‘ou wickie-kissies fo’ aww da pwetty babbehs 'ou hab tuday!” You smile, giving your special-friend soft licks on the mouth.
“Su pwetty! Su gwad 'ou gib foweba-sweepies tu poopie-babbeh!” Your special friend sighs happily, laying down with the new babies.
“Wickie-kissies pawty fo’ aww da fwuffies am gud idea!” You say randomly, starting to uncontrollably lick every fluffy you saw.
“Wha am wong wit’ 'ou?” Your special friend asks, pulling you off a “poopie-fluffy”.
“Nu kyno! Jus’ saysies and du dat fo’ nu weason!” You apologize.
You are Dr. Harriet Roseman, and you just discovered something new. FV-0446 might be influencing that fluffy to give “lickie-kisses” to other fluffies to spread itself. You’ve got a eerily clever little baby virus on your hands.
“FV-0446, did you make that fluffy lick its friends?” You ask into the small tablet, slightly surprised.
“Es! Du it su aww of fwiends git gu tu nyew housie-fwiends!” It responded happily, causing the fluffy to lick his babies until his special friend had to pull him off.
“You’re so smart! Look at you! Go make mommy proud, alright?” You smile over the tablet, turning on the camera.
“Awwight!” FV-0446 answers, making the fluffy projectile vomit on another fluffy outside of your backyard.
You are FV-0446, and you are so happy! You made lots of friends for yourself! But, that means your housie-friend is going to stop working faster. You’re so sad!
“Fwiends, I nee’ git out of hewe an’ back tu mom-mee.” You exact, heading into two big balloon-looking things in your housie-friend, bumping into the sides of them until they filled with weird liquids and you got coughed out.
“Kaff! kaff! Fluffy hab wowstest huwties in bweathie-pwace! Hewp!” The fluffy gurgled, dying soon after.
“Good job! Now, wait there so I can scoop you back up.” You say into the tablet.
This was the start of something very bad for fluffies everywhere.