“Please insert the experiments inside the area.” The speaker sounded. Kevin, a scientest studying fluffy behavior and tactics, walked into a metal sliding door and scanned a card.
“card accepted.”
The door opened, And he walked inside. Inside was a numerous row of pens. 12 fluffies. One room. Chaos.
“Good morning, fluffies.”
“Mistah? Whewe ou been? Fwuffies am hunwgy! Pwease gib nummies!”
“Yuh! Gib nummies wite naow! Hewd am hab wostest hunwgys thwoo many bwite and dawkie times!”
“Pwease nice mistah, wet fwuffy ouwt?”
“WAAAAAHHHH! NU AM HAB chirp MUMMAH NU coo, cheep MOWE! sob”
“Enough. Can you all shut for just a second?”
Kevin allowed himself to breathe as he walked into a pen with two mares.
“Hewo nice mistah!Gib nummmies naow? Neku am suu hungiwes!”
“Yeah, I’ll give you food.” Kevin said, annoyed.
He grabbed the fluffy by the ring of dense fur on the back of its neck. It screamed in horror.
“NUUU! SCREEE! BAD UPSIES! PUH NEE-COO downsies!”
Kevin stuffed her in a crate. A white earthie huddled in the corner.
“You too.”
“Pwomise tu nu huwt Snowie?”
“Whatever. Hurry up!”
Snowie slowly rose from her seated position, and trotted with herhead low to the crate. When she was inside, it slammed shut.
“huu huu…”
Kevin arrived at the room. As he walked in the door, he sat the crate down in the experiment room. and opened it.
“alright, you SHITS. Be grateful, and get out my clean crate.”
After a minute of silence, the pink mare trotted up to the observation window, nose blocking the propped camera for recording.
“Buh mistah! Nu hab nummies yet. Nu gib nummmies?”
“You can eat poop, or your friend.”
“Nu wan du dat. Gib weaw nummies? Tummies owies…”
“No. You either eat shit, or eat Snowy.”
“Buh…buh…nuu…nUu…NUUUHUUHUUUU! NU WAN NUM BESTESH FWEND! AN NUM POOPIES FOW BABBEHS! NU AM FAIWW! WHY MISTAH MEANIES!?”
“Shut up!” Kevin said, pressing a button.
Pinkie felt a sharp pain spreading through her frail body.
“WOSTEST HURURURURUruRUTIEEYEYEYEYYES! NU WAANNANANNA!”
It had been an hour. A night and 6 hours no food. The fluffies were getting really hungry.
“Bestesh fwend Snuwie, hab any nummies to shawe?”
“Su sowwy, nu nummies!”
“Suu hunwgy…”
“Snuwie hungwy tuu, meanie mistah stawve fwuffies.”
“Nu wan num yuu…”
“Or pewpies.”
“Wan gud nummies. Like sketti…”
Snowie’s face lit up.
“We bowwth num wun armsies!”
“Wut!? Nu wan num dat!”
“Bedda den pewpies.”
“Otay…”
They made a plan to do it tomorrow night for dinner.
Once the fluffies had saficed off the arms, they went to sleep. The next morning, it stunk, reeking of rotten corpses. Snowie smelled it first and slowly opened her eyes. They were sticky and blurry with tears. The tears multiplied when she saw two dead fluffies infront of her.
“Whu…whut? Why fwend am nummies? Huu huu…”
“Bestesh fwend? Why heart saddies?” Yawns Pinkie, who just awoke to living fluffy hell.
Blood was everywhere. 15 dead fluffies scattered around the room.
The two looked around, petrified.
“Good-MOOOOOOOOOR~-ning!” Said Kevin, blood stained on his coat.
“Meanie mistah! Yuu kiww fwends! Huuh huuh…”
“Nu wan num fwends, but nu hab to num weggies…”
Suddenly, Pinkie started to sing softly as her friend dropped down in despair.
Huddling up close to her, she sung.
“Wun bwite time hae forevba happies…”
“Wun bwite time be nu cowdies…”
“Wun bwite time hab sketti…”
“Dat wun bwite time soon…”
“Huu, huu! Wub fwend suu much!” Said Snowie, grabbing the other fluffy for a hug.
They spent the rest of the day hugging away pain.
Day 2
Snowie and Pinkie woke up in a rush.
“NEE NUMMIES! NEE NUMMIES SUU BAD!”
“PWEASE FEED FWUFFIES! BE GUD! PWOMISE!”
“Shut up! I told you, eat fluffy meat, shit, OR JUST FUCKING STARVE!”
“Pwease…suu huwgy.”
“munch”
Pinkie carelessly ate a red fluffy corpse. That was the smarty that tried to enf her.
“He am bad fwuffy doe. Nu am fwend!”
“Otay…”
Snowie walked up to her friend, sat down, and tore a skin chunk off.