Your Name is Chuck, and you don’t really feel good.
Your Daddeh took you to a place where you could get better. A Nice Mister is taking care of you, he even gave you a little ball to play with! You couldn’t do much with it though.
Every move you made you feel so bad! The easiest thing to do with the Ball was to just nuzzle it, and hope that it would roll back. Your chest felt su heavy! It wasn’t fun at all
You missed your Babbehs, You missed your Special Friend Gwen, You missed your friends. You missed Daddeh Clint. You hated the fact that you were making him so scared, but you didn’t mean to! You don’t know why you threw up boo-boo juice. You just hoped that Daddeh Clint was okay, and that he would come back and take you home soon.
You thought the Nice Mister was a Meanie when he gave you shiny pointy hurties on your weggie, but he said hat it was juice that made you feel better! So you thanked him, and in return, he gave you a little treat for being a good fluffy! The Nice Miser then said he was going to be right back and that he had to talk to Daddeh. your weggie felt a little silly, but the silly feeling made you kinda tired.
After another coughing fit, you felt woozy, so you decided to rest, laying you head down next to the ball the nice mister left for you. Maybe a quick nap would make you feel better.
You hoped Daddeh was OK. You hoped your family was OK…
You hoped you were OK.
Your name is Clint and you are about fourteen or fifteen minutes away now.
You had speed thru quite a few stop signs. but taking a longer, less used rode, over the freeway let you have some leeway. You weren’t stopped, you weren’t pulled over, you were almost there!
You wanted to look at the camera feed, but you never used your phone while driving, not even to make a emergency call. You just kept thinking about Chili, him standing there, tears in his eyes as Oingo was knocked over on his back. Volt in the background being pulled away from the fight by Cooler, his legs all bent and hurt.
Those two fucks had messed with your Fluffies, YOUR FUCKING FLUFFIES.
You had something to stop the fight immediately when you got there, a lovely little song that would stop everyone in there tracks. Your Research on all those Fluffy Forum websites was about to pay off…
God you hoped that they were OK… Who are you kidding. You caused this…
You probably left a door opened, you were rushing, you were sloppy. And now?
Now your Fluffies were paying the price.
You stopped at a red light. looking around, judging whether or not it was a smart idea to run it.
No other cars.
Thankfully the light went green, you slammed the gas pedal all the way it could go.
You were almost there. You saw the the street you lived on coming up.
You were almost there.
Your name is Bun, and your Wastes Dancin Babbeh was trying to stop you from claiming the Safe-Room!
“What am Wastes’ Dummeh Babbeh doin?” You asked, thinking maybe it would have been a better idea to get rid of him than let him answer.
“Peep! P-pwease owd Mummah! Pwease nu gib owwies tu Chiwi’s Fwiends! dey am aww gud Fwuffies! dey nu bad fwuffies! Peep!” You knew your last baby was dumb but he wasn’t this stupid, right?
“Mobe babbeh! Ow ewse mum… wait. 'Ou hab namesie? Buh, ‘ou just dummeh dancin’ babbeh! Who gabe 'ou new namesie?!” You demanded. Whoever gave your last baby a name will get sorry hooves! He was just a dummy! He didn’t deserve a name! Someone caring about this dummy made you so mad!
“N… n-nyu Daddeh Coowah gabe chiwi name… b…b-buh Chiwi nu am d-dummeh! Chiwi hab fwiends! Chiwi has Daddeh who wobes Chiwi! 'ou… 'ou nebah wobed Chiwi! C-Chiwi hate 'ou! 'ou am bad mummah! 'ou bad fwuffie… Chiwi hope 'ou get fowebah sweepies an-” Chili’s Tantrum was swiftly stopped from giving him Sowwy Hoofies right on his stupid muzzle! knocking him back and causing him to make boo-boo juice from his mouth, he chirped weakly and curled up into a one-fluffy Fluffpile.
Good. That shut him up. Now, who was this Coowah? And why did he give a na-SLAM
“Get 'way fwom Coowew’s babbeh! Nu huwt Babbeh Chiwi!” you heard falling onto your back, making your weggies nu work right!
Your thought was cut short as one of the Orange Toughies had left Napoleon, and had now charged into you at foll force. He hi much harder than the Dummeh Green Fluffy. You guessed this was the Coowah you had just heard about!
"GET OFF OB BUN DUMMEH COOWAH! YOU GA-GURK"
“S-Stohp Dumme-BAMPH”
“S-stoopi’ T-toughie Fwuffie! get off of Bu-BAMF” each time you tried to say something to the Toughie he would stop you with a Hoof to the muzzle. Each hit hurt worse and worse with each hit. After so many Sowwy Hoofies you realized how much you hated this! You didn’t deserve to get hit, your Babbeh did! He was the Dummeh! Stupid Dummeh Babbeh!
Your Babbeh should never have been born!
Each Hit rocked more and more pain into you, until finally you saw boo-boo juice on the Toughie’s Hoof. Did he hurt himself? Was he just that weak!
Ha! Perfect! As soon as he realizes you aren’t in any real pain you gonna hop right up and make him go Forever Sleepies! What a dumb and weak Toughie he was! Haha! You kept seeing him punch you but you felt nothing!
Stoopi’ Toughie! You were Bun! You had a New Special Friend! You were going to take this Safe-Room and get ALL the nummies and skettis you wanted! You were going to have even better bab-
CRACK
SMASH
SPLAT
SPLAT
Splat
Splat
Splat
Splat
…
You were Bun.
Your Cooler. And you just caved in Bun’s stupid meanie Skull.
You weren’t about to lose another thing close to you. Not this time.
Because this time you knew that Chili was a good Fluffy. He wast pretending. He loved you. and you loved him… You finally had something that loved you! It wasn’t the same kind of love that a brother could give to you, or even your best friend.
He made you a Daddeh. He was your son. YOUR Son… Not hers. He will never be hers, never! He deserved everything you could offer him, all that and more!
“S… Speshuw fwend?” You heard from behind you. You turned your gaze back to see napoleon, staring in horror at the sight of you. You had his special friend’s head sketti and boo-boo juice all over your hooves. And all he could do was start at you as Crush and Oingo had pinned him down.
You had wanted to hurt him too, but before you could do or say anything. You felt really dizzy.
You kept hearing a noise, it wasn’t annoying, but the noise made you feel so wobbly. To your surprise you saw a lot of the other fluffies were also woozy. You Tried to say something, but the dizzyness kept you from saying much other than “feew weiwd” and to your now worrying mind every single fluffy was forced into this state of dizzy!
You saw Oingo and Crush roll off of Napoleon! He could get away now! Or… No? He was also looking around dizzy, same as you!
It wasn’t until you heard the sound of the Safe-room door that your worried face changed to one of joy!
It was Daddeh! But… Where was Chuck?
