“Jackson, what the hell?”
Maya, the young and freshly promoted shift manager at FluffDepot glared at the delivery crates, phone to her ear.
“What?” her district manager replied.
“These fluffies.” She clarified. “It’s nothing but shit colors and shit personalities. This has to be a mistake.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what the holiday stock always looks like.”
“How the fuck am I expected to sell these?? They all look like shit, they’re all covered in shit, are these things even fucking litter trained??”
A tiny voice called out from the crate at her feet. “Huu! Nu wike bad wowdsies!”
“SHUT UP!” Maya snapped, kicking the crate. She ignored the sobbing from within and turned her anger back to the jerk on the other end of the call. “My bonus depends on getting good stock turnover, how the hell am I supposed to do that with crates of shit??”
“The good colors sold weeks ago. Your customers know that, if they’re shopping for a fluffy in mid December they know they’re fucked and they’ll take whatever they can get.”
Maya snorted in disdain. “Where did they even find these things?”
“They’re a mixture of mill rejects, last chance shelter strays, extra lab testing fluffies, returns, all that. And…” Jackson paused. “You didn’t hear this from me, but the company got most of them for pennies on the dollar.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah. Keep this on the down low, but as long as you get some profit off them corporate doesn’t care what you do. Run a sale, make up a sob story, hell, give them away with purchase. As long as you’re not selling them at a loss you’ll still get your bonus.”
“Thanks, Jackson. I can work with that.”
“Don’t worry about it, just keep it to yourself.”
“Can do. Later.”
Slipping her phone into her pocket, Maya stretched before carrying the first of the fluffy crates to the middle of the store. She ignored the whines and protests coming through the airholes as she considered her next moves.
Hi. Happy holidays, don’t crucify me for posting this before Thanksgiving. Still taking a small step back from the community but thinking about missing the Christmas short stories I’ve done the last few years made me sad, so I’m posting this early in hopes I’ll get a good amount of them done before the end of the year.
So, this year although I’m getting things out early the people shopping for these fluffies are not. I’m giving you last minute discount fluffies and to write for them I’ll need a few things from you:
Who is this fluffy, and why are they part of the shit quality last minute sales?
Who is buying them, and why are they looking for a fluffy last minute?
What kind of ending are you hoping for? You can be as vague as just a box or as detailed as you want.
I cannot promise that I will finish all the prompts, nor can I say how long this post will be open. If it says open on the title then post your prompt!
N-73 for Toofy
Boombette for ChadLapposki
Poopy for justboredmitedelete
