My name is Vergil Greenwood. I work in sanitation in a Fluffy Mill, every day I have to clean the breeding mares, the spaces they’re in, and the shit-filled spaces of the stallions. I hate my job, but it pays well, game is game.
One day, when arriving home, I passed through a alleyway where there were some whimpers. I usually ignore these, as these shitrats are only made for shitting and breeding, but this time I decided to give it a try and look for who was crying. I would surely kick the fluffy who was crying in any other situation, but this time it was different…
“H-huu…huu… Ba…bbeh…” A hurt stallion was the one who was crying this time, he had been stabbed, bit and stomped many times by a unicorn fluffy, it seemed.
His fur was light green and he had a bright yellow mane, all of which were covered in his blood and dirt. I found him between a trash can and a box, as if he was hiding for something, or someone.
I hate fluffies, but for some reason, as I saw this scene, my heart felt a sharp pinch, I felt compassion towards a fluffy for the first time since I joined that job, so I approached it slowly and carefully reached my hand to it, who knew if it would bite or not.
“Hey, little guy. Are you lost from your herd?” I said calmly to the injured fluffy, but being careful still.
“M-mis…tah… su many… heawt huwties… no mowe… pweas sabe babbeh…” The stallion said while it cornered into the wall and curled itself, as if he though I would hurt it or worse.
“Hey, relax. I won’t hurt you, buddy. I just wanna know what you’re doing here.” I pulled back my hand and laid it on my knee as I kneeled down, man, the poor thing was really beaten up, it was honestly surprising how it was still conscious.
The stallion slowly uncurled and looked at me with tear-filled eyes, still trembling from the cold of the night and fear. “Speshaw… sniff… Speshaw fwend nu wub babbeh… Won wun away wif babbeh, bu’ speshaw fwend caught Won an’ gabe wowtest huwties…”
It looked near the entrance of the alleyway, as if searching for something, and then gave it a slight smile. “M-mistah… Yu get Won’s babbeh…? Fank’ yu…”
“I’m sorry, pal. But I didn’t see any babbeh when I came here. However, before I reached here, I saw two men running. They may have your foal.”
After hearing these words, the stallion cried silently, letting his tears roll down his cheeks as he hoped that his babbeh was alive and wouldn’t get ‘forever sleepies’.
I kept watching it without saying a word, but then decided that this fluffy was different even in its current condition, this one was worth trying to save.
I picked the now fainted fluffy up and ran to a nearby FluffHospital, where I saw these two men once again.
This time they were with a orange alicorn foal in the counter, it badly hurt and chirping weakly. I decided not to speak to them however, I knew this foal was the stallion’s kid, I would tell him when he recovered.
After a bit of waiting anxiously, I left the stallion… his name is Ron, from what I understood from his weak voice… In there recovering. I had to work the next day and was exhausted, so I excused myself and returned home. I could barely sleep thinking about that fluffy and if it was going to be okay, but at least I hoped it was gonna be, he looks like he deserves to have a second chance.
TO BE CONTINUED…
