Circuit meets Crush - by Oculus (featuring art by Carpdime and Squeakyfriend)

Summary

CIRCUIT MEETS CRUSH

A tribute to Black-Dragon-Blood and Coalheart

Featuring art by Carpdime and Squeakyfriend

“I’m so glad you’re awake… Hold on let me find a mirror. What do you think of your new body? I worked really hard, even added some things and”

”IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

”Why Ugwy Munsta Wook at Ciwcut?? Make Munsta Go away!!!”

”Sweetie that’s not a monster, that’s you, you fell and you”

Circuit begins sobbing

”Ciwcut Ugwy!! Ciwcut Ugwy Munsta!!

”Ciwcut Wan Die…”

Circuit hated everything that was reflected in the mirror. When she tried talking, she would sound normal at first, but then a box from within her would start speaking her fluffspeak, but like a machine. He right eye was not hers, but a ruby of sorts, that added complex and confusing visuals to her vision. Her left leg was not hers, but was a rod with metal, with a rubber hoof that was a pale imitation of her naturally cute hoof. One of her wings was now a metal wing, connected to a plat that covered her body. And then there were all the wires, like synthetic versions of the insides of fluffies, haphazardly decorated all around her body.

As she kept staring at the mirror, she raised her hooves, both real and artificial, against the glass, as she prepared to stomp on it. Though her natural hoof was weak, the artificial hoof smashed the mirror. As bits of glass lay all over the floor, she still bore witness to the monster that she became.

“Nu wan….” she softly murmured.

“Please Circuit, I tried my best…”

“Nu wan NU WAN NU-“

Suddenly, Circuit’s head starts to jerk. Her speech is interrupted by a fluffspeak most unnatural.

“Ewwow…. Nu wike… nu wike dis… wan…wan wan tuu, wan wan zewo…. wan.

Wan….

Wan. Die.”

~

Antoine Stiles had his work cut out for him. The latest fluffy that came into the fluffy shelter was an absolute mess. Whoever was the person who worked on Circuit, as her nametag clearly showed, was definitely an engineering expert, but lacked an understanding of animal (or biotoy) anatomy. The wires that were connected to the various vessels and veins were intrusive, and the fluffy’s body was rejecting it for the longest time. Work on augmenting the wiring so that it could power the prosthetics without affecting the natural body took days.

And then there was the issue of her brain. The mind/machine interface that the mysterious engineer installed was definitely state-of-the-art, though dated, but was haphazardly installed. Antoine himself needed the help of an engineering friend of his to check the programming. It was clear that Circuit’s brain was rejecting the interface due to the poor installation but, after carefully managing the position of the neural interface, and replacing some of the dated synthetics with more natural polymers, the cyborg fluffy was now somewhat repaired.

But there was only one thing left. And it was not something that Stiles himself could fix.

~

Circuit opened her left eye. As she started to wake from her dream, the artificial portion of her brain activated, and the red lens of her artificial eye came alive. Scanning the area, she could sense that she was no longer home. The weird brain that she now possessed was indicating to her that she was now in a different time, a time away from daddeh, away from home.

“Wan…. Wan… zewwo… wan… daddeh…”

She looked around. She seemed to be in a playpen of sorts, but it was clearly not home. It looked comfortable, with its stuffed friend, building blocks and soft toys. But all of it felt like it didn’t fit her, now that she was a monster.

“Hewwo!”

Circuit was startled. Even though it was a friendly voice, she didn’t want to be seen by anybody but her daddeh. With her hooves, she ran towards the stuffed friend and hit behind it.

However, the gentle voice repeated itself.

“Hewwo fwen!”

“Gu away,” cried Circuit, as she moaned, “Fwuffy am munstah!”

“Nu,” says the gentle voice. Circuit could see a blue hoof moving aside the stuffed friend. It was a fluffy, much like her, with brown eyes, a sea blue mane, and blue fluff.

“Hewwo fwen,” said the blue fluffy, as he introduced himself, “Fwuffy am Cwush. Am happy tuu meet nyu fwen.”

Circuit was caught off-guard by this rather unusual friendliness. She stammered, ‘F-fwen nu scawedies o’ munstah?”

Crush smiles, as he reaffirms his statement, “Fwen nu am munstah.”

Circuit calms down. Wanting to be friendly, she raises her left hoof, in an attempt to shake hooves with Crush. However, upon notiching the rubber prosthetic, she realizes that she had a fake hoof.

“Nu be saddies fwen,” smiled Crush. He raises what was his right hoof, and it is from there that Circuit notices that it wasn’t a hoof but a wheel.

“Wai fwen hab wheewie weggie?”

“Meanie hummeh gib Cwush huwties and take weggies. But nyu mummah, a guud mummah, gib Cwush nyu weggie.”

Circuit is interested. Remembering how her daddeh haphazardly gave her this new body, she asked Crush if she could meet the ‘nyu mummah’ who gave him the wheel prosthethic.

“Nuh uh,” Crush says, shaking his head, “Cwush nu see nyu mummah anymore. Bu Cwush hab nyu daddeh, a guud daddeh who hewp Cwush make fwens happy!”

Circuit looks at Crush a bit confused. If his new mother was no longer new, then why call her ‘new’?

However, before she can ask, Crush brings his left, natural hoof, to Circuit’s right hoof, and gently asks, “Fwen wan hewp fwens be happy?”

Before Circuit could answer with a doubtful reply, Crush excitedly taps Circuit on her natural shoulder and says, “Tag! Fwen am it!”

And Crush runs away.

Remembering the game of Tag, but with more questions on her mind, Circuit chases after Crush. Although Crush is rather athletic for a fluffy, Circuit’s cyborg leg gave her an edge, and she managed to reach Crush in no time.

However, Crush was in another room. In this room, she saw there was a female fluffy, a mare much like her, having a white body with brown patches. However, she had no legs at all.

Circuit, a bit horrified, asked Crush, “Why dis fwuffy nu hab weggies?”

“Meanie hummeh gib Patchy wowstest huwties. Take ‘way weggies and gib them nu guud feews so dat dey can onwy gib miwkies an no’en ewse.”

Circuit feels horrified, understanding what Crush is saying. However, Crush then mentions that, “But nyu daddeh came and hewp Patchy. Gib huggies and wub and make huwties gu ‘way.

Patchy nu can get weggies back, bu’, Patchy gib huggies tu babbehs.”

As he says this, a young foal comes up to Patchy. As the foal suckles from her, Patchy sings the mummah song.

“Mummah wuvs babbeh,

Babbeh wuvs mummah.”

Crush smiles, as he continues, “Gibbing babbehs miwkies and singies make Patchy happy.”

Circuit reflects on this. Patchy was in a worst position then she was, as she had no legs at all. However, being free from the constraints of a milkbag in a breeding mill, Patchy was now freely giving milk, as well as nursing the foals of the shelter, despite her hindrances. Something about that fact makes her appreciate her legs and new appendages a bit more.

“Fwuffy undahstah-“

Before she could finish, Crush runs away again.

“Cwush, wait!”

~

“Gah! Blah!”

He was a blue fluffy with yellow eyes and an orange mane & tail. He looked like any other fluffy. However, he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t speak fluffspeak, or even say a normal word. As drool kept coming out of his mouth, all he could say was “Gah” and “Blah”.

“Wut happen?” asks Circuit, a bit horrified.

“Dis am Dwool” says Crush, introducing the mentally stunted fluffy to Crush. He then explains, “Meanie daddeh gib Dwool head huwties. Nao Dwool nu can tawk, num ow eben use head pwace.”

“Dwool a dum-“

“Nu!” scolds Crush sternly. He raises his hoof, rebuking her, “Dwool nu am dummeh.”

“Am sowwy,” apologises Circuit.

“It otay. Dwool a fwen. Meanie hummeh gib Dwool wowstest head huwties. But Dwool am happy. Dwool hab fwens, and guud hummehs hewp Dwool.”

As he says this, Crush goes up to Drool, and gives him a hug.

“Come fwen,” says Crush, as he beckons to Circuit, “Come gib Dwool fwen huggie.”

Circuit was a bit apprehensive. The thought of hugging a fluffy who could no longer think and was drooling was definitely not nice. However, Crush did not see her as a monster, and clearly did not see Drool as a monster.

Circuit went up to Drool and brought her hooves around him. As she did so, she felt something in her mind. Despite looking dumb, Drool recognized the affection and accepted the hug. Though he couldn’t do much else, the happiness made Circuit herself feel happy.

~

Crush then walks Circuit back to the playpen she came from. Upon reaching there, he then says, “Daddeh wan tawk tuu nyu fwen!”

However, Circuit, not wanting to be separated, pleads “Ciwcuit nu wun be awone, Cwush.”

Crush smiles, as he reassures her, saying “Nu wowwies! Dis am fwuffies housie!”

As he walks out of the door, Circuit ponders on Crush’s statement. Does that mean she was now in a new home? Will she ever see her daddeh again?

Before long, a male human enters the room. However, it wasn’t her daddeh.

“Hello Circuit. How are you feeling?”

Circuit, rather unsure how to answer, gives a simple “Am otay.”

“This is a house for fluffies that are like you. A lot of them have problems, or had bad mommies and daddies. However, people like me come and help fluffies. Also, fluffies like Crush help the other fluffies.”

Circuit starts to get an understanding of the nature of the shelter, as well as the fluffies in it.

Looking up to Antoine, Circuit asks the one question that always plagued her, “Am Ciwcut a munstah?”

“Of course not,” softly laughs Antoine, “no one here is a monster. Any fluffy that is a good fluffy and is a friend to others is not a monster. And you may look or feel weird but, if you are a friend, and try to help other fluffies, you’re not a monster.”

As Antoine says this, a timer goes off on his smartwatch.

“Oh my, its time for dinner. I have to get ready to feed the others.”

Getting up, he encourages Circuit, “You should come too. Its dinner time.”

~

Cicuit now finds herself in a dining hall of sorts. There are a number of tables for the other fluffies to eat from, with each table being of low height so that the fluffies can eat from them while sitting down. Crush comes round and sits on her left. Another human, an elderly female, comes in, and places Patchy besides her.

“Hewwo.”

“H-hi.”

Circuit was a bit taken aback. She had seen Patchy, but the two had not talked yet.

“Fwuffy am Patchy. What am fwen name?”

“C-ciwcut!”

“Wat a nice namsie!” says Patchy, a bit excited. “Nice namesie for a pwetty fwuffy.”

Pretty? Patchy had to be wrong.

“Ciwcut nu amn pwitty. Ciwcut am a munstah.”

“Nu,” says Patchy, “fwen am nu munstah. If fwuffy am a guud fwuffy an’ gib wub and huggies and hewp fwens be happy, fwuffy nu am munstah. Fwuffy am a fwen.”

~

“An’ den, fwuffy wiww go to pawk, and see da widdwe duckies, and pway baww!”

Circuit was following Crush and Patchy to their respective rooms. Patch was placed on a sled of sorts, which was connected to a hearse around Crush.

“Sounds wike fun!” says Patchy. The excitement she once felt before she became a cyborg was returning to her.

“Mhm,” agrees Crush. Ciwcuit then notices, from a giant sign, that Crush had reached his room.

“Wet fwen puww Patchy.”

Crush was surprised by Circuit’s offer. But he then smiles. Removing the hearse with his mouth, he then places it around Circuit’s body.

“Guud nite, Ciwcut. See fwen tomowwow!”

Circuit pulls Patchy’s sled. She realizes that she could move faster but, sensing Crush’s slower speed with her sensor, the machine interface indicated to her that the slow speed was for Patchy’s benefit. Thus, at a steady pace, she brings Patchy to her room. Using both her hooves, Circuit carries Patchy, and carefully places her on her sleeping pillow.

“Thanks fwen,” says Patchy.

~

It was a small act of kindness, but Circuit liked it. And when she was at a dinner, Circuit had noticed that there were many other fluffies that she had yet to meet. Many who had similar disabilities and similar huwties. But who were all happy, and were friends, or at least learning how to be good friends.

There was a mirror in the room. Circuit look at herself in the mirror.

As she remembered meeting Crush, Patchy and Drool today, Circuit finally could smile at herself.

“Ciwcut am pwitty!”

~

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The second of a series of tribute fics, with the first being the Avocado Christmas special.

Circuit the cyborg fluffy is by Black-Dragon-Blood, and her story can be read here. Crush, Patchy and Drool all belong to Coalheart, and are part of his hugbox series known as the Fluffy Shelter for the Abused.

The story was written to be independent, but those in the know can also see it as a continuation from a plot element in Part 9 of the Sam Adams Guide.

The story is also on the subreddit, and may get updated in future.

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Uploaded illustrations for this story that were done by @Carpdime and @anon81860662

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Circuit becomes a cyborg ninja haha i referenced metal gear AGAIN it will never end

I love this btw

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She’s that Ninja…

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not gonna lie, thats the face i make when shes that ninja…

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Updated to include the illustration from: You're no monster to me! (Artist: SqueakyFriend)

Much thanks to @SqueakyFriend for taking my commish!

Every time you post i read it cause damn good stories

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Such a heartwarming story