Cobalt's Adventure
Writer's Note
This story is my first time indulging in this sick place with you sociopaths. I remember seeing fluffy content years ago and was intrigued by useless bioengineered living toys dealing with the real factors of a callous world such as isolation and competition. So this story will explore how fluffies fair in the wild as part of a herd (spoiler: they don't). Any notes are appreciated!Also… Despite the intention of the narration being from Cobalt’s perspective. And Cobalt IS smarter and more perceptive than your average fluffy. Writing about objects and concepts a retarded toy wouldn’t recognize or understand can be quite limiting. So liberties have been taken here and there. This might work or it might be confusing, who knows.
Part 4
You’re Cobalt.
Although right now you wish you weren’t.
You’ve managed to make it to the big grassie place, although the meanie fencie gave you owwies on your tummy.
You called for Chocolate, your special friend, to help. But he had already made it through and wandered off toward the big treesies. He told you birdies and other monsters might get fluffies if they didn’t make it to the treesies or bushies in time. You had no idea the big grassie place was so complicated. You had thought it was just like a BIG fluffy park where fluffies could run and play and be free without meanie hoomans.
But it turns out there’s quite a lot to think about out here. The rabbits num all the best grassies before you can get to them. And they’re much faster than you are. You asked the kind birdies to leave you some berries on the bushies so you can alleviate your tummy hurties. But as usual, you’re ignored. Worst of all, Chocolate keeps wandering off and leaving you alone. You think you can see him going down to the fluffy park but the sun hurts your eyesies.
You’re both resting in the shade of a tree now. You’ve made a small group of treesies and bushies on top of a hill your home for now. You can still see the fluffy park and BIG grey meanie hurtie ground place. The yickie grassie nummies can sustain you here for now, but you need to find a big herd with sketties so you can make the best milkies for your babies. Your hoofies are still quite hurt, but you’ve already eaten all the grassies around you that you can reach. This is when Chocolate springs to his feet, and once more begins to wander.
‘Ewm… Speshuw fwen? Pwese fin nummies fow soon mummah… Haf wuwsties tummeh huwties an nu mow gwassies awound for Cobawt to num…’
‘Otay! Chocowat am fin an bwing back the BESTEST nummies for soon mummah!’
And with that, he springs off. So you wait, and you wait, and wait. You decide to take another nappie as you do. You find nappies are better than hugs for owwies and it’s pretty much all you’ve been doing since you got here anyway. You’re feeling heavier by the bright time. And it’s getting harder and harder to move, especially on your worn hoofies.
You wake up, and it’s most brightest time now, your hoofies feel a little better but your tummy feels even worse. You spot a little brown stain making it’s way across the green toward you from the fluffy park.
Phew, your special friend has come back with delicious nummies, maybe even sketties or cookies. That should give you enough energy to continue your adventure until you find a herd. You don’t know how long you’ll last without a herd.
‘Chocowat? Whewe am nummies?’, You quizically ask.
‘Sowwy speshuw fwen… Cobawt gu tu fwuffy pawk to steaw cewkies but…’
‘But fwuffy nu haf anywhewe tu put cewkies so put in moufies…’
‘But den Chocowat nummed cewkies on acciden…’
‘Chocowat wen back fow mowe an got sorry stickies instead…’
‘Bu… Bu Cobawt NEE nummies fow tummeh babbies an tummeh huwties… Huuhuuhuu’
‘Cobawt nu wan num gwassies anymowe… Wan cewkies or skettis… Huuhuuhuu’
Chocolate ignores you, running forward into the shade to take a nap, you can see the booboo juice of a new sorry stick owwie on his side. You would give him huggies to make him feel better but… You’re VERY mad at him right now. Your dummy special friend ate all the nummies AGAIN. And now you have to venture out to find some grass or flowers or berries before the darky times come.
You stagger to your feet.
‘owwies’
Your hoofies aren’t taking as much damage in the big grassie place. But you still have to be careful of spikey stickies and little rockies. You leave the lining of the thicket and hobble along down the side of the green hill toward some wildflowers. They’re pretty, there’s yellows and pinks and reds and greens, just like fluffies!
You think when you find a herd to live with, you’ll use pretty flowers to make a nice nestie with. That way your babies have something pretty to look at.
munch ‘yickies’
The flowers don’t taste pretty at all. But they’re better than grassies. So you wolf down as much as you can before a birdie monster comes. That’s when you see it. Little circles of yellows and pinks and reds and greens.
You think they might just be more flowers but… They’re MOVING!
Phew!
Finally! A BIG fluffy herd! NOW your struggle is over! After this it’s all sketties and running around and playing and huggies and love. You just need to get their attention…
‘Hewdies! BIG Hewdies! Cobawt am hewe! Come tu Cobawt fow gif skettis an wun an pway and wuv!’
‘HEWDIES!’
But it’s no use. They’re simply too far away at the moment. So you struggle to your hoofies and hobble over. The herd stays put as they clear cut the land for grassies, only stopping to look around when a birdie flies past. Or to lift their tail and do poopies.
You can see the pastel myriad circumference expanding wider and wider across the other hillside. Leaving only shades of brown in their wake.
‘Hewdies! Cobawt am hewe! Cobawt am soon mummah an haf tummeh huwties!’
Almost there! Just a few more steps and…
‘Hewdies! Cobawt nee nummies fow tummeh babbehs!’
That did it! One of the pretty green fluffies looks up from numming grassies and meanders over to you. On closer inspection she looks even more ragged than you do, poopies encrusted all over her haunches. patchwork fur laced with once-owwies. You hope she is nice.
‘Hewwo…’
‘Hewwo! Am Petaw! Petaw am soon mummah! wut fwuffy nam?’
‘Am Cobawt! Cobawt am soon mummah tu! Wun way from meanie mummah daddeh cause…’
‘Cobawt haf nummies?’
‘…Nu… Cobawt nu haf nummies… Bu… but haf wots of huggsies an wuv an tummeh babbehs an…’
‘SMAWTY! SMAWTY! Am new fwuffy soon mummah, she nu haf nummies bu nu sickies!’
Another one of the fluffies strolls over. He’s a big unicorn, with purple fur and a yellow mane. He is flanked by the biggest fluffy you’ve ever seen, an earthie with black fur and a red mane. He has one eye with a big once-owwie over it. He looks very tough, maybe even tough enough to scare off a kittie or doggie… Probably not for long though.
You squat down to your haunches as they approach. Making yourself look as small as possible.
‘Dummie new mawe… wot wan?’
‘Hewwo… Am Cobawt… Nee fin big hewd fow wunnies an wub an pway an…’
‘Haf nummies?’
‘Nu… Cobawt no have nummies… Bu haf tummeh babbehs an speshuw fwen Chocowat fo num…’
‘Chocowat? Speshuw fwen am poopeh fwuffy?’
‘…Speshuw fwen am poopeh fwuffy…’
The black and red earthie leans over to the smarty.
‘Ewm… Smawtie… Nightmawe fink we take in Cobawt an poopie sheshuw fwen… Wast wittewpaw got sickies an wen fowever sweepies… Now nestie pwace haf tu many poopies an nu smeww pwetty…’
‘Otay… Gu get speshuw fwen fo wittewpaw an come back… Fowwow AWW Smawtie wuwes ow smawtie an tuffie give sowwie hoofies!’
This makes sense to you… Back at mommy’s… Mommy’s daddy used to clean your litter box. But there IS no mommies or daddies for feral fluffies… So your special friend might have the job instead. Since he IS brown, it makes sense for him to have the job rather than some prettier fluffy.
And you’re a good fluffy, you’ve never had a problem following the rules before! This is all going so well! So you run back to the trees on the hill where you left Chocolate to give him the good news. It’s harder in this direction for some reason. You can feel all the tummeh babbehs hurting your belly and leggies.
‘Owwies… Pwese tummeh babbehs… nu stop mummah fwom wun… nee get speshuw fwen fo hewd an get skettis fow bestest miwkies’
It turns out you didn’t even go that far and the fluffy herd, and followed by devastation they leave, they are easy to spot spreading across the hillside even for you! As you reach the top of the hill, your tummy babies finally listen to you and decide to stop hurting your belly and leggies.
You find Chocolate still curled up under the tree, occasionally twitching a leggie.
‘Chocowat! Chocowat! Wakies! Cobawt find hewdies wif wots an WOTS of pwetty fwuffies an cwevew smawty an big tuffie!’
He lifts his head groggily.
‘Speshuw fwen fin big hewdie? Haf skettis?’
‘Cobawt nu no, mebe big hewdie haf skettis at nestie pwace?’
‘YAY! SKETTIS SKETTIS SKETTIS!’
This time. You both jump around in excitement at the prospect of joining a big herd with lots of nummies and play and love. You can’t wait to raise your babies with so many friends around! For the first time in what feels like FOREVER you’re finally happy. And not a moment too soon, you’ve started to feel heavier and heavier lately.
You look out in optimism, noticing that the very leafies on the trees themselves seem to be changing to pretty colors. Such as reds and yellows.