Lord I wrote this like I somehow wasn’t a godless heathen. Requested by @SqueakyFriend for my site christmas request gift! Hope you enjoy!
You are Gabriel. You hurt. Some meanie man took you from your mummah at the shelter and gave you to another meanie that waited for you to fall asleep before he gave you the worst hurties. You have no idea what they did, but you woke up tightly wrapped up in a blanket with your back aching. It was dark wherever you were and no one answered your cries.
Why were you alone in the dark? You couldn’t see anything at all, and with your hooves tightly bundled to your side you couldn’t check to see if your eyes were open. Was there something wrong with them? Did you even have eyes anymore?
Why did they hurt you? Were you not a good fluffy? You tried your best to be good, you almost always made good poopies in the litter box and said please and thank you to the humans. You did fight with your siblings a few times, that was bad behavior. Good fluffies played nice with their friends and littermates, that’s what Mummah always said.
Maybe the meanies were so mean they gave you forever sleepies!!! You didn’t want to sleep forever!! Skettieland sounded nice, but if this wasn’t anything like you thought it was!
You gulped, realizing what happened. This was the bad place. The No-Sketties place. The place where bad fluffies went to have owwies and saddies forever!
Struggling against your bindings you tried to escape. There has to be somewhere you could go, someone who could save you! You didn’t want to hurt forever! You could be a good fluffy, you would never fight with your siblings again!
“PWEASE NU FOEBAH HUWTIES!! GABWIEW AM SOWWY!!! GABWIEW BE GUUD FWUFFY!! NU HUWTIES!!!”
“SHUT UP BACK THERE!!” a gruff voice responded.
You bit your tounge to silence your whines, trying to get your breathing under control. Good fluffies were quiet. Good fluffies listened to daddeh. Good fluffies, you hoped, would get rescued from the hurties place.
You felt yourself jostle, and then drop roughly. The impact hurt your back, and you made a small squeak against your will.
“Gabwiew am sowwy…” you whispered as quietly as you could. “Pwease fo’gib. Gabwiew am su sowwy.”
“Fluffy delivery!!” The gruff voice called.
You started to tremble. You weren’t even at the Bad Place yet!! You couldn’t even imagine how you would be treated once you got there, what the meanies would do to you. Even in the dark void you were in you squished your eyes shut, mouthing your apologies silently.
“…Fluffy?” another voice said. “Hey, I think you have the wrong place!!”
“This 225?”
“Well, yes but I didn’t-”
“I deliver where I’m told to, your problem now!” the gruff voice was far away now.
“Ugh… fine.”
You were jostled some more, biting down on your tongue to avoid more pained yelps. There was some rustling, and then light peeking in through your cracked eyes.
“Wow… you’re….” the voice spoke. It sounded kind, comforting almost.
“…Am sowwy…” You mumbled.
“…Sorry?”
You lifted your head slowly, blinking away your tears. “Am bad fwuffy, am sowwy.”
The man in front of you gave you a small smile before you looked away. “Easy now. Let’s get you out of there so we can figure out where you’re supposed to be.”
The man lifted you out of the box and slowly unwrapped your bundle. You let yourself look at your judge, a grey haired man in a stiff looking white shirt.
“Uhm… do you have a name?”
“Am Gabwiew… nice mistah.” You weren’t sure how to refer to him.
“Oh, that makes sense, I guess.”
You felt the blanket fall away and let your wings stretch out. They felt… strange. You could feel the feathers rubbing against each other in the strangest way.
The man stepped back from the table, studying you. You trembled in his gaze, unsure what he was looking for. You were terrified to make even the slightest noise, but sitting in silence with him was so uncomfortable.
“Do you know where you’re supposed to be going?”
Were you a good fluffy? You didn’t know. As the silence once again settled between yourself and the mister you shook your head. Humans decided what was good and what was bad. He would decide where to send you.
The man picked up the box lid and looked it over. “That is my name… and the right address… hm.” He looked up, and out the window behind you. “Seems like an awfully expensive prank… I’m just not sure what to do with you!”
“…Nice mistah send Gabwiew tu skettiwand?” you asked cautiously.
“What? Of course not! I mean I don’t like fluffies on the best of days but-"
You collapsed onto the table, heavy sobs ripping through your chest. You were a bad fluffy! Oh, you should have asked before taking your brother’s toy! You should have been nice to your mummah when she put you last for milk!
“Wha- huh??” The man spluttered. “Why are you crying??”
“Am bad fwuffy!! Nu gu tu skettwand!! Huuu!!” You wailed, holding your head in your hooves.
Suddenly his arms were wrapped awkwardly around you, lifting you off the table slightly. A hand patted your neck gently.
“There there… uh… please stop crying?”
His request puzzled you enough for the sobs to contain themselves to the back of your throat. You tentatively lifted your hooves to return the hug, wrapping them around his bony shoulders.
After a minute more the man released you, but stayed kneeling by the table. “This skettiland… it’s like heaven to you fluffies, yes?”
“Heaben?” You tilted your head.
“It’s… a very nice place to go when you die? Uh… sleep for a long time? What do you things call it?”
“Oh, yus. Skettiwand am bestest pwace, guud fwuffies gu dewe aftah foebah sweepies. Gabwiew wan’ be guud fwuffy.”
The man nodded. “I’m not the one who decides that, sorry.”
“Den… who?”
“Can I carry you? I can show him to you.” He reached down to you and you felt your hooves reach up automatically. It took him a moment to settle you in his arms, but eventually he was able to carry you out of the room and down the hall to a big room with a fire against one wall. It was nice and warm in there, and between being held against the man’s chest and the cosz warmth in the air you felt at ease.
The man turned to face a large painting against the wall of a man in white not-fluff. “This man’s name is Jesus, and his dad is the one who decides if we’re good and bad.”
“Den… Gabwiew nee’ see Jezuz daddeh?”
The man chuckled. “Yes, we all get to see him when our lives are over. It used to be that when naughty people died they went to a very bad place we call hell.”
“…Nu wan’…” You pressed yourself tightly against the man.
“No one does. Jesus decided he didn’t like that, so he went through a lot of pain and bad things so all mankind could go to heaven with him.”
You looked up at the painting of Jesus, his calm smile soothing you. “An… fwuffies tu?”
“Hm.” The man rubbed his chin. “Well, when Jesus was alive, fluffies like you didn’t exist.” He tapped his foot a few times as he thought. “Though, he said ‘let the little ones come to me and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to them’, so I don’t see any reason he didn’t mean fluffies too!”
“Gabwiew wub Jezuz!!” You held out your hooves wide, almost tumbling out of the nice man’s arms as you tried to hug him. “Tank’oo Jezuz!!”
“Haha! Careful!” The nice mister set you down. “That’s part of the deal. You need to tell Jesus that you accept his love, and tell him when you do something wrong so he can forgive you.”
“Gabwiew can du dat!!” You trotted up to the painting. You saw a strange thing out of the corner of your eye, and turned to see something in the cabinet next to you.
You saw, reflected in the glass door, a beast. A monster. Copper eyes flickered with the firelight as a halo of wings rose around it, seeming to flow into each other with no clear beginning or end. It was hard to make out anything but endless shadowed feathers.
“…Munstah…” you whispered.
“What was that?”
“MUNSTAH!!”
You spun around, expecting to see the creature lunging for you but seeing only the fireplace behind you. You scanned the room, trying to find its hiding place. It was like you could feel its teeth digging into you as you backed away, a stream of urine running down your leg.
Its claws dug into you and lifted you, struggling into the air. You screeched, limbs flailing as you tried to free yourself.
“NU NUM GABWIEW!! MUNSTAH NU NUM!!”
“IT’S JUST ME! THERE’S NO MONSTER!!” the man yelled over you.
You realized that the “claws” lifting you were the man’s gentle hands, now dripping with piss. You began to tremble, looking up at the large portrait of Jesus.
“Am… am sowwy…”
“It’s okay, little guy. Let’s get cleaned up.”
The man carried you into another room, setting you on the tile counter. You started to turn around to look for the monster but the man stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.
“Now, I think something’s been done to you that you might not like.” he grabbed a wad of toilet paper and started wiping your backside gently.
“Wha’?” What could they have done to you besides give you bad hurties??
The man knelt down, his face smiling on your level. “Did you know that Gabriel is the name of one of Jesus’s messengers?”
“Weawwy?!” You didn’t know what a messenger was, but it sounded important and special!
“Yes! He’s an angel, and Jesus likes his angels to have lots and lots of pretty wings!”
This gave you pause. The monster you saw had many wings! Did you just call one of Jesus’s friends a monster? Oh, that was mean!!
“Gabwiew sowwy, Jezuz!! Nu mean caww fwend munstah!!”
“Hey, it’s okay! When one of the angels shows itself even humans get scared!” He took his hand off your shoulder and started washing his hands in the sink. “Behind you is a mirror, something that shows us what we look like. Don’t be scared, it will be only you and me in the mirror.”
You turned around. The monster was in the mirror, it’s scared golden eyes looking back at you. Three sets of wings rested on its shoulders, you stretched your wings out and watched each one of them lift and spread its feathers. Your feathers. On your wings. They still ached at the base, but otherwise they were perfectly fine. The shock of them had worn off slightly, you found yourself thinking that the way the feathers encircled your body was… kinda pretty.
“You know, angels come down to earth to bring us messages most of the time.” The man said.
“Fwom Jezuz?” You asked.
“Yes. I think you were meant to send a message to me.”
You thought hard, trying to remember if Jezuz told you anything before you got here. You didn’t even know he existed before just now!
“Gabwiew nu knu message…”
“No, you are the message.” He patted you on the head. “See, it’s almost Jesus’ birthday, a very important day where we celebrate how much he gave to us by giving each other gifts.”
“Gabwiew wike gifts!!”
The man laughed. “I’m sure you do! I think you were sent to me as a gift, to show me I had room for a fluffy in my life.”
“Den… Gabwiew stay with nice mistah?”
He nodded. “I think so. Why don’t we make some dinner and then work out what you’ll need to be comfortable here.”
You leapt off the counter, wrapping your hooves around his neck as he awkwardly caught your lower half in his arms. “WUB NYU DADDEH! TANK’OO JEZUZ!!”
“Haha! I’ve been called Father by a lot of people, but never daddy!” He stood, settling you into the crook of his arm. “Let’s go look up what things like you can eat, okay?”
“Otay daddeh!!”
