Your name is Clint. You owned a whole herd. And you loved them.
The Sound had worked. Incapacitating all your Fluffies, Napoleon as well. Being projected thru the bluetooth connection from the TV.
You looked around at scene with tears beginning to form around your eyes.
Maybe… Maybe you weren’t cut out for this.
Maybe…
Itch.
With the Note playing on repeat, you went to work putting the body of Bun into a large trash bag. Setting the carcass down, You moved The Fluffies to there nests. Putting Oingo and Trotter with Gwen, moving Onyx next to Brandy, who hadn’t left her mother’s side. Looking at the family, still dizzy but all together, trying to blab away at what happened while you were gone, as if you didn’t already know, it made You feel even worse as they didn’t have a father at the moment to protect them. To love them, to be that thing that kept them from panicking. All they had was Gwen.
Itch.
Turning away You move Chili and Cooler back to their shared nest, you left the room, grabbed some wet-wipes and came back, cleaning the viscera off oh the Toughies hooves. You saw Chili crying, holding onto his Daddeh’s Fluff, trying to make the “Spinny Sickkies” go away. Cooler wasn’t trying to talk, he was just trying to cuddle his son, with little success, The note causing him to stay low to the floor. Chili was a wreck. Crying and pleading for help.
Itch.
You movd over to Volt. WHen he looked up at you, eyes still darting around, trying to figure ou thwy he felt so “Silly.” You began to cry. You knelt down, picking the Colt. You knew he had to go to get fixed up, but god the idea that he would just get Pillowed killed you. Volt was a rock for his family. Mambo, Agate… Smoke. They all looked to him to protect them. what would they be like without his legs…
Itch.
Wiping away the tears from you eyes, and some from the Blue Earthie. You hugged him, garnering a pained coo. One you hope that would be followed by the feeling of Hooves around your arm, or just against your body.
You felt none. Setting Volt down with his family to try and give him hugs. You decided it was a good time to get Napoleon. “W… why weggies nu wowk? What Munsta Daddeh do to Napoweon! huu-huu miss Speshuw Fwend Bun…” Taking Napoleon back into the Sorry Room, you shut off the looping note. from the Garage you heard the crying and panicked cries of your Fluffies. Beggin you to come back, you heard faded questions like, “Daddeh! Bowt nee’ hewp!” and “Why Daddeh nu hewp Babbeh? Whewe Daddeh go?”
Itch.
You set the Smarty down, gently, and is on command, The Smarty had bit your hand, trying with all his might to do some kind of damage. You looked down at the Colt, and took you free hand, releasing the little tyrants maw.
“Stoopi’ Munsta Daddeh! Hate 'ou! Hope 'ou go foweba sweepies! Napoweon wose ebewything! Wose owd hewd! Wose new Speshuw Fwend! Napoweon hate 'ou!” the Smarty protested, tears matting his gorgeous Emerald Green Fluff.
“Quiet.” You said. the Tone of your voice scaring the Feral more than the expression you had.
Before The Smarty could say anything. You left. Leaving the Smarty in disbelief.
Slamming the door to the garage, you walked over into the safe-room. openeing the door results in a landslide of Hugs, and crying, and questions.
So.
Many.
Questions.
Why did you leave? Where did you go? Can you help Volt? Can you do this? Can you do that?
Itch. Itch. Itch.
After what felt like hours, and thankfully every one getting settled down. You told your Fluffies that you were taking some of the them to get fixed up. “I’ll be back okay? I promise. Napoleon will NEVER, get back in here.” You Looked over at Oingo and Chili. Oingo had taken a beating, and Chili was a absolute wreck. You just had to be sure they would Ok.
Walking back into the garage, you grabbed a box, emptying all the tools and old mementos. “Why munsta daddeh weabe napoweon aww awone?!” Napoleon yelled out. You were half tempted to just murder him then and there. But you had more important things to do at the moment. And without answering the Smarty, you left. Double checking the door that it was closed and locked.
Your name is Clint. And you love your Fluffies. Because right now…
They were all you had.
Your name is Chuck.
You’ve been waiting for a felt like forever, but your Daddeh came back! He brought your son and his two of his friends! You were so happy to see them. They began to tell you what had happened, about how a Smarty had gotten into the safe-room, about how Oingo was very brave!
You were so proud! You felt very sleepy, and as you looked to your Daddeh, you saw him talkin gto the nice mistah who gave you the ball!
He… He was crying!
Why was he crying? Was he OK? It wasn’t until the Mister let your Daddeh near that he told you why he was crying. He said you had something called “Chwonic Bwon-chit-is.” Apparently it was the reason you were coughing up boo-boo juice!
Your Daddeh said that it was a Meanie thing inside your fluffy body. It caused you to not breath very well, and that it was going to make it really hard to do things you liked to do, like playing and running!
That made you sad. But Daddeh said that he had some nummies that would help you! And that when you got home you would have to eat them, even if you didn’t like the taste of them.
Daddeh and you waited for another long while. Your Babbeh and his friends needed to get “Checked up.” When the Mistah came back and said that Babbeh Volt had “Muwti-pwe fwact-uwes” in his leggies and said that they would be OK, but that it would take many forevers to get them back. Your Babbeh Oingo was going to be OK, but he was still had little huwties. Chili was a good Babbeh and was going to be fine!
The trip back in the Nice Metal Munsta was long, but you were so happy to see your Special Friend again! She was so worried about you, which made you kinda happy. Babbeh Chili and Bestes’ Friend Cooler were back together too! Volt was in some things that made his leggies go out, and he couldn’t move them for a while Daddeh said. You hoped he was going to get to play soon.
You saw Oingo getting huggies from Trotter and Gwen. He was a good Fluffy. You felt the same weight in your body again. But this time no boo-boo juice. This was going to take some time to get used to.
You were still sickies. But at least you were with your family and friends. Daddeh Clint said that it was time for Sleepies and made the Bright time go Dark. You and your family curled up in the usual fluffpile.
It was nice being back home. Here you felt safe and warm. Your family was okay.
Things were great!
You hoped they stayed this was forever.
Your name is Napoleon. And your all alone.
No herd. No Special Friend. No saferoom…
And Daddeh didn’t even leave you with anything to do! He just left you alone. You missed your friends.
You heard the door to the sorry room open, it was Daddeh, you mustered up the courage you had left, and demanded to be left go. “Dummeh daddeh! Wet Napoweon go outsise!”
Munsta Daddeh didn’t say anything, he just looked at you for a while. Then he made a weird look.
Munsta Daddeh left and came back holding two different thingies, You didn’t care though, you just wanted to leave!
“Fast or Slow?” Daddeh asked. “Tu go outsies?”
“T-tu go o-o-outsies?”
Wite?
