It is the cold times. You live a hard life, but a good one. Your special friend set up a nestie behind a nummies place, making a deal with the nice mister that owns it. He would let you stay if you kept fluffies and other animals away. He even gives you nummies sometimes! Very nice mister. Your nestie is made out of boxes that the nummies mister gave you, he even gives you new boxes when yours gets ugly! It’s not perfect, but it keeps the cold out. Special friend keeps you well fed for the babies, and on days he can’t find nummies you always have nummies mistuh, though special friend says not to ask him unless you really need it.
Today you are alone with your babies. They just opened their see places and said their first words! The nice mistah took special friend with him to get special nummies to celebrate. You hug your babies and sing the mummah song. It might be cold, but your heart was warmer than the bright ball.
You hear heavy footsteps crunching through the snow, “Speshal fwiend? Nummies mistah? Dat ams yu?”
You find yourself tossed onto your back as your nestie gets overturned. You see the face of a human stallion that you’ve never seen before. “Can… can… fwuffy hewp mistuh? Pwease nu mobe nestie, habe babbehs!”
The human looks over your nest and stares at your babies for a long while. “I’m going to give you a new housie and be your new daddy. Would you like that?”
“Nu wan mistuh, ams waitings foh speshal fwen wid speshal nummies! Babbehs open see pwaces! Can nu webe widout fwen!” You didn’t want to leave, you liked your life here with special friend but you tried to let the nice mister down nicely.
“Dumbass shitrat. I’m offering you a house and warmth.” The man said, growing agitated.
“Pwease nu angwy mistuh, mummah ams happies wid nestie ans fwen ans babbehs and nummies mistuh. Tankies fu offewin’, mummah ‘pwe-she-ates’.” You think hard, trying to offer something to the mister, “Mabbeh finds odda fwuffies dat nee housies?”
Somehow this made the human even angrier. He picked up your nestie and shook it around, “Oh no. No shit rat is turning me down.”
Your babies were crying and screaming and you were too, “Nuh! Baddeh uppies!” you shout over the cries of your babies, “Pwease! Nuh wan webe!”
The man takes an empty box and puts it ontop of your nest, blanketing you in darkness. “Wai huwt babbehs? Wai gib sowwies boxie?” you wail. You didn’t do anything to this human, you tried to be as nice as possible. Why were you being punished?
“Scree! Mummah, scawwy dawkies!” your babies cried. You held them close to you, trying to comfort them despite being terrified yourself. “Mummah wub bab-” Your singing gets cut off by your nest being rattled around.
“Shut up, idiot.”
Your babies bounce around the box and one breaks his leg from the impact. “Mummah! Weggie hab wowstest hurties!” You feel around in the dark, trying to find your baby. You feel the wet of boo boo juice and follow it to your child.
“Mummah ams hewe, gib huggies” you say as you hold him close. You weren’t sure if huggies would help, you felt a lot of boo boo juice coming from such a little baby. You were suddenly glad it was dark as tears cascaded down your cheeks. “Babbeh ams otay, mummah wub yu.” You felt a tiny hoof try to hug you back, “Ams goodeh babbeh…”
Time passes and your pristine nest gets filled with bad poopies, peepees, and boo boo juice. The smell was awful and only made your babies even more scared. The lid over your nest lifts and you see the face of the human again.
“Welcome to your new housie, shitrats. I’m your new daddy.”
“Nyu daddeh? Wub nyu daddeh!”
“Daddeh, weggie hab hurties! Pwease hewp babbeh huuu”
“Nu smeww pwetties… pwease hewp.”
You winced as your babies immediately took to the man who stole you away from their father and your special friend. Babies were always so eager to give their love and in better times you would feel proud of them. Right now it just fills you with horror.
“Now to get you dumbasses cleaned up.” the man says as he picks up two of your babies.
“Mistuh, pwease nu huwt babies! Ams goodeh babbehs! Nu duh nuthin!” You plead with the man as he takes them out of your view. You hear cries of bad wawa and burnies. He comes back and takes another pair. More crying.
He takes your baby with the broken leg and looks at it with disgust, “Broken already huh? Dumbass can’t even sit in a box right.” He takes your baby out of view and you hear cries and then a deafening silence.
“Your turn, bitch.” You’re lifted into the air by the scruff of your neck and dropped into a pool of burning hot water. The water is tinted red
“Wewe ams babbehs!? Wawa baddeh foh babbehs!” You cry as the water burns your skin, “Pwease nu huwt!”
“Shut up.” You’re smacked on the mouth by the man and roughly rinsed off with water. He lifts you and dries you off with a towel, “See? Not so bad. Now to make you all pretty.”
“Mummah!”
“Wub mummah!”
“Wawa scawwy mummah!”
Your babies waddled up to you and hug you tight. You are missing a baby. You can guess what happened.
“Huu… wawa ams scawwy babbehs buh yu ams goodeh foh cweanies” you say as you try to keep a straight face. You don’t want to scare them.
The man has a metal tube that he presses down on. Sticky air shoots out of it with a hiss, covering all of your fluff. “This’ll make you real pretty. You dumbasses love being pretty don’t you?”
You did not feel pretty. The sticky air feels gross and hardens, making your fluff feel crinkly.
“Nuh wike!” one of your babies cries.
“I don’t care.” the man replies as he picks you all up. He takes you to his nummies room and sets you on a table high off the ground. Too high for you to jump. “I’m gonna give all you shitrats the best warmies you’re ever going to get, perfect for the winter.”
The man opens a drawer and pulls out a little rectangle with lots of sticks inside it. He pulls one off and strikes it against the table, making burnies at the top of the stick. “So, which one to pick first…”
“You.” he says as he picks the foal that said he didn’t like the sticky air. He drags it across the table and pins him down, “Ready for warmies?”
“Yuh daddeh! Wub wawmies ans daddeh!” the foal says, smiling innocently, “Tankies!”
The man brings the burnie stick to your baby and he instantly ignites with a “fwomp” of fire and heat. “Screeeeeeee!” your baby cries as he is engulfed in flame, “wai!? Babbeh wub! Wowset hurties mummah hewp!”
You try to run over to your baby but the man pins you to the table, “Dumbass, what do you think would happen? You’d just catch fire too. Fucking idiots.” You squirm and bite and hit the man’s arm but can’t get to your burning child.
“Mum…ah… wai…” he whimpers as his life ends along with the flames.
“Wai!!? Wai huwties? Am goodeh babbeh! Onwy wan gib huggies and wubs!?” you scream in confusion, anger, and despair. Your baby only wanted to bring joy and now he was gone.
“Because fuck you, that’s why.” The man says as he picks up another baby. He takes another burnie stick and lights it.
“Babbeh! Mummah wubs yu fowevah! Huu….huuu… pwease no huwties babbeh! Huwties mummah! Pwease!” you plead and plead for your child’s life and are ignored as she bursts into flame.
“Wowstest warmies! Tuu wawmies!” your baby girl cries.
You can only watch in horror. You consider taking your remaining children and jumping, but you weren’t sure if the fall would kill you. Either way it didn’t matter, the man still had you helplessly pinned.
He sets the burny stick case down next to you and watches the flames. You move quick and swallow it whole. Now he can’t hurt your babies!
He hears you swallow and notices that the burnies sticks are gone. He smacks you on the face, “Dumbass, did you think that’d save you? Watch.” He picks up your babies and ignites them on your burning girl. All your babies are dying in front of you and you can do nothing. You cry and sing out the mummah song, “Mummah wub babies” in a desperate attempt to give them what comfort you can. You doubt they can hear you over the screaming.
“Y’know what. Just for that you can spend the night with your babies if you love them so much.” The man brushes your babies into a bag and picks you up. He brings you to a closet and drops you on the ground. “Here you go dumbass bitch.”
He empties the bag in front of you, the charred remains of your beloved family. Just this morning you were laughing and playing and now they were all gone forever. Why? What did you do? “Wai mistuh? Mummah jus wan wubs…” you ask, not really caring about the answer. What could possibly justify it?
“Because I hate you little freaks, always talking about wub and huggies. Now enjoy your family time, mummah.” He shuts the door and leaves you in the dark.
You catch the smell of burned flesh, fluff, and death. You thought the nestie was bad? This was somehow even worse. You gag and make sicky wawa on the bodies of your babies. “Huuu… mummah ams su sowwy! Couwdn sabe, nao gib sicky wawa… huuuhuhuuhu.”
You try to hug your deceased children and feel something unexpected. The burnie sticks. Your brain started to put pieces together bit by bit as anger and despair fueled your thoughts. The man wanted to give you warmies? You’d give him warmies back.
You feel around in the dark room for anything that feels like fluff. You find fabric hanging above you. Good. You drag the burnie sticks over to you. It tasted like vomit. You tore off a stick and tried to strike it. It didn’t work. Another, nothing. You kept going, tearing off sticks and trying to ignite them. You reach the middle of the stickies. You can only feel one left. Either this works or you’re doomed to a life of misery for however long that lasts.
You strike the burnie stick on the floor. It ignites. You can see the bodies of your babies in the faint light of the burnie stick. You are filled with resolve and close your eyes. “Sowwy speshal fwen…” you think to yourself. He’ll never know what happened to you. Hopefully he’d think you were all picked up by a good daddy and are living well. Your babies would grow up to be happy fluffies who give love and hugs. You hope he moves on, you don’t want him to be lonely. You hope that skettiland is real. Maybe you wouldn’t get to go after this, but your babies deserved the world.
You brought the flame to your fluff and felt your whole body engulf in flame. Everything was searing agony. You brushed up against the fabric as your body burnt. You saw the fabric catch flame. You smiled. The flames spread quickly, engulfing the room. You laid down next to your babies and held them close as you felt your life leave you. “Mummah wub babbehs…” are your last words as the world fades to black.