Your mind races on your drive back home
Leaving your fluffies at Vicky’s farm was the best option for the time being
The place was too remote and protected
for The canaries to attempt attacking
From what information you had gathered
The canaries were a ragtag group of fluffie enthusiasts
with members from all across the spectrum
everything from hugboxers
To people who live streamed fluffy torture
They saw themselves as the scale balancers
Keeping the fluffy world from tipping too far in either direction
But you had just killed one of them for invading your home in the middle of the night
You had just become a metaphorical stone in the river for a group who saw themselves as the messengers of fate
The canaries would retaliate
But they would go for the less dangerous of the targets presented to them
You were more than ready for them
After all you’ve been leading the car following you for the past 45 minutes to a very special destination
You pull into the parking lot of a seedy looking bar, park your car and go inside
Sure enough the dumbass follows you in
The guy following you was decked out in fluffy abuse themed clothes and accessories
You think to yourself that there’s absolutely no way he’s this dumb
You sit down at the bar
Order a drink and wait for the magic to happen
The guy grabs you and starts yelling explaining in great detail how he’s going to torture and kill each of your fluffies
What he had failed to realize was this was a bar filled with bikers
And not just any bikers
These were the hug’s angels
A gang of very big very burly bikers
who love fluffies
Several shadows now loom over the guy who just finished making a scene
Sweat begins to drip from your assaulter’s brow as the reality of the situation sets in
You smile as The silence is broken by the sound of cracking knuckles