July 16th, 2024
Federal Agents raid Hasbio production plants. In the chaos, thousands of bio-toys known as fluffies are released into forests, towns and cities across America.
The escape was initially overshadowed by the focus on Hasbio at a corporate level, but as fluffies bred and died, the spotlight quickly shifted to them in a matter of months.
However, to a fluffy, months can seem like eternity.
And in that time, entire generations can grow, or be wiped out.
“Nu wike woud noises! Heaw pwaces hab wowstest huwties!”
“Huuuu, wewe am mistah doctah, nu hab nummies, tummy pwace nu feew pwetty..”
“Shaddup, dummies! Nu mowe gibben pushies! Mistahs wiww come back! Nu be scawedy!”
“Nu caww fwuffy dummeh, meany!”
On the floor of a repurposed chicken warehouse, no more than 3,000 fluffies huddled together, trying to get as close as possible to the gate. From that spot, the ones at the front could just barely see through the bars of the double gate, and catch a view of the ‘obsahvaeshon woom’, or whatever it was, the fluffies usually didn’t remember the name. All they knew was that there usually was at least one human visible in that room at pretty much all times, and now there wasn’t.
Instead, the room flashed with red, and the usual time for breakfast had been missed. No humans had been seen, and fear and hunger was spreading through the fluffies. Suddenly, a commotion was visible in the room, and the fluffies began to call out with excitement.
“Wook! Mistahs! Nummie time am commin!”
“Wet fwuffy see!”
“Nu can see mistahs, am dey bwingin nummies? Am dey bwingin toysies?”
In the observation room, the anxiety was no less than what the fluffies had.
“Jesus fucking Christ man, how the shit did they get a warrant already?”
“Can’t even guess, listen man, we have to get rid of them, if we open the doors outside and set the fire alarms off, that should scare them all outside. Then we get deniability, and we get access to company lawyers. They’re breaking so much shit, it will be easy to pin some system failures on a random dipshit.”
“Holy shit, you’re serious? How could you possibly know that?”
“Know a guy in headquarters, board’s known raids were coming for weeks, if we help sweep some things away and make it harder for any charges to stick we get some good benefits, now go hit the fire alarm, I’ll get the doors.”
Suddenly, the misters vanished from the fluffies view. Panic spread with renewed vigor through the mass, fights began to break out as fluffies blamed each other in the chaos.
“NUUUU! COME BACK MISTAHS! NEED NUMMIES HUUUUUUU!”
“DUMMEH MAKE MISTAHS GU WAY! GU WAY DUMMEH SU MISTAHS COME BACK!”
“OWWIES! NU GIB GUD FWUFFY SOWWY HOOFSIES! AM GUD FWUFFY!”
“FWUFFY AM BAD FWUFFY! MAKE MISTAHS AN NUMMIES GU WAY!”
Suddenly, the fluffies attention was broken by a shrill bell, and water suddenly rained down on them.
“WAWA BAD FOW FWUFFY!”
“NU WIKE WOUD NOISES!”
“WUN WAY! WUN WAY!”
“NU GIVE SOWWY POOPIES! AM GUD FWUFFY!”
“HEWP FWUFFY PWEASE!”
Another loud crash, and light flooded the warehouse. The fluffies, panicked and trampling each other, made a beeline for the opening. Some of them, overtaken with fear, laid down and covered their eyes, hoping to hide from the noises and water. They were crushed by the soft hooves of thousands of escaping fluffies, and to some would be considered lucky. The doors opened to a wide loading lot, empty at the moment, but past that, was rows of trees. The fluffies had never seen trees before, but ran to them all the same, the only thought in any of their minds was to run, as far from the water as possible.
For the first time in any of their lives, mares and stallions mixed together as well. Segregated in the warehouse, none had even seen the other sex before, but now they had no thoughts of mingling, they just ran, or rather waddled as fast as they could, spreading out through the forest.
Until eventually, the adrenaline wore off, and they began to slow down. Many of them had spread out from each other, out of sight and earshot, and the social nature of fluffies began to set their anxiety off as some of them found themselves alone. One of these, a red unicorn stallion with a blue mane and tail, whimpered as he slowly walked through the forest.
“Hewwo? Nice mistahs? Fwends? Nu wike dis, am scawedy, wan nummies, huuuu…”
He kept going a while, until he heard crying, two sets of crying!
“Owwies, weggie hab huwties, huggies nu am making bettah, huuuu”
“Nu be scawedy fwend, huggies wiww wowk! Huuu, tummy hab huwties…”
The red fluffy waddled as fast as he could, until he rounded a tree and found himself almost face to face with two fluffies hugging. One was a white pegasus with a red mane and tail, the other a yellow earthie with an orange mane and tail. As the red stallion approached, he sniffed the air. These two fluffies smelled different than any he had met before, something he couldn’t place…until something in his brain clicked, and he realized it. They were mares!
“Hewwo? Fwuffys need huggies?”
“Hewwo! Fwend hab wowstest weggies owwies, and fwuffy hab wowstest tummy owwies! Pwease gib huggies!”
The three of them hugged, and soon even the injured fluffy was feeling better, she had simply tripped over a rock.
“Weggie feewin betteh, fank yu fwends, fwuffy hab su many heawt happies!”
“Stiww need nummies, huuu”
The red stallion felt something in his chest, he didn’t know why, but he felt like he had to protect these two mares, take care of them, but he didn’t know why. But he followed the feeling, he had nothing else guiding him at the moment.
“Need…need find mistahs, need find nummies, den fwuffies wiww be otay! Get nyu mummahs and daddehs!”
The mares stared at him for a second, before waddling over and hugging him again.
“Nyu fwend am su smawty! Gun be bestest fwuffies! Get bestest toysies and nummies!”
“Wub nyu fwend! Wan find nummies!”
The second three-way hug broke, and the fluffies looked at each other, smiling, before their stomachs rumbled, reminding them of their need to find food. Before they did, the stallion wanted to learn one last thing about his new friends.
“Du fwuffies hab namesies?”
The mares thought for a moment, then the white one spoke first.
“Am Wiwy!”
The yellow one followed quickly;
“Am Ewwa! Wat am nyu fwends name?”
The stallion thought as hard as he could, he had gotten a name when he was a foal, but it was really long and he didn’t really like it, something told him it wasn’t a good name. Suddenly, another memory popped up, one of the nice mistahs was having his own nummies while feeding the fluffies, it was red just like him! It was called a…
“Am Appewe! Wub Wiwy and Ewwa!”
And with that, the three of them hugged one more time, and set off, picking a random direction. They knew that since they were good fluffies, good things would happen to them! What kind of world would it be if bad things could happen to good fluffles?