Lan woke up from a dizzying dream… His life was still the fucked-up shit show it had been when he went to sleep, but he felt… Like things were gonna make a turn around…
At least he hoped so.
Lan made his way to the bathroom and took care of business, cleaning up, shaving his stubble and even brushing his teeth, of course, that didn’t really matter, as his chrome set had came in a few weeks back. It was more of a routine he had done over and over again since he was young, a thing he never wanted to change, so he just kept doing it.
As Lan finished his morning rituals he looked into the mirror, his cyberdeck, checked everything, blood-preassure, weight, possible drugs and upgrades he should get…
Lan sighed, know damn well he could never afford those… Never afford anything like that, hell, he only had a cyberdeck due to his work, so he was lucky enough to have that.
As Lan made his way to the front door, he looked to his right. Sitting in a Umbrella stand was a a Shotgun, one of those old ass double barrel ones… Lan only used it once… But… He dreaded ever using it again…
Taking his mind off of past events, Lan walked out, only to be hit by a bright beam of light…
“Suns’ up… Fuck… Time for work…” Lan grumbled.
Your name is… Well, you don’t have a name, but you’re so sleepy…
Ever since you were born… You never felt warm… It was always so cold… But… You never felt hungry… Or scared… You… You dreamed…
Your eyes were closed, but you saw all around you… In pretty wed lights…you saw many Hoomins come and go, looking and saying wordsies, things that you could never understand…
Then, you began to feel things… Sharp, pointy-hurties…
They dug into you, making the wowstes’ owwies… It hurt… So, so much…
You never asked for hurties! You only wanted wub a-an huggies!
But they laughed at you… They laughed as they hurt you, putting in shiny fings… The Hoomins kept saying you were Special… That you would be the bestes’ fwuffy ever.
You didn’t know why you would be, but the idea of being Special made you feel proud, it made you feed good! You wanted to say thank you to the nice people who were saying nice things to you…
But you never could. You mouth was closed, and the sowwy-box was so cold… So… S-so c-c-cowd…
You miss your Mummah…
Wait.
What did Mummah look like again?
Lan clocked in, allowing the rental scanner to blind him. Every day he clocked in, every day he would be flash-banged by this stupid fucking thing. But nOoOoOo! Management HAD to make sure every one wasn’t scanning in for others cus of traffic or fuck knows what.
As Lan walked along the factory he saw where he was staffed today, shipping and deliveries.
“Sweet!” Lan said, grabbing the keys from the inventory cage.
While most of the jobs at his site sucked ass, Deliveries was actually one of the easier jobs. You sat in a car for most of the day, got to see the best of the City, and sometimes you even got tipped if you were quick.
Lan had also heard stories of a fellow employee who had actually been used for a vid, like one of those old ass porno’s from before holo-decks were a thing. And Lan always secretly wanted that for himself.
Hopping into the van, Lan drove off, eager to sett out deliveries, hoping for at least a good tip or two.
You were moving.
You felt the Sowwy-Box shake a bit, but you were still so sweepy!
You rolled over, not realizing how sore your body was.
You wished the rocking would stop. You liked sleeping on solid ground.
You missed Mummah.
It had been well over five hours before Lan got his first tip, he was tired, and his lunch was coming up.
“Time for some grub.”
Lan drove to the nearest vending machine, and parked. Caring very little for what he was actually about to put into his gut, he grabbed whatever felt good to him.
Sadly, Lan wouldn’t get to eat much, not after the swift hit to the back of the head.
BAMF
“Shoulda watched where you were walkin’ choom!” joked the attacker. “Get the shit in the van, and make it quick, don’t want any of us getting pinched.”
Lan watched, groggily from the pavement as three more thugs walked into view, and made their way over to the Van.
‘I’m so fucking screwed…’ Lan thought, trying to get up, unaware the chromed up thug who knocked him on his ass was keeping him there with his boot.
“Woah-woah-woah buddy! You gotta stay down!” Lan couldn’t see what the thug pressed to the back of his head, but when he heard the familiar click of a hammer being cocked, he froze.
“There ya go. Stay down, and we all go home healthy and happy. Kay?”
“Hey Durges! You gotta see this!” Called one of the other thugs.
“Cant, keeping the old fuck here quiet! Just hurry up!”
“No dude, seriously! It’s… Dude I think it’s one of those fuckin’ Fluf-”
BAM, BAM-BAM
Lan watched as the Thug who was talking to the now identified ‘Durges’, walked a few steps from the van, and was quickly turned into a red meaty paste. Behind him the other two thugs dropped dead as well, their heads turned to mist.
“NU MOWE HUWTIES!!!”
You woke up for the first time in… You dont know how many bwite-times or dawk-times… But what you saw when you woke up were three scary looking hoomins looking down at you.
“N-nyu… Nyu Dad-daddehs?” You asked, instinctively. You watched them through strange new eyes, a light red tint filling every thing you saw.
“The fuck is that thing?” One of the scary looking hoomins asked.
“Huu… Nu wike meanie wowds… Pwease nu say bad fings nyu daddeh” you asked, the words caused you actual pain, as you heard it.
“What? Oh great, it doesn’t like swearing.”
“Dude, i think this is a Fluffy!”
“the fuck is a Fluffy?”
There it was again! You hated hearing it! It hurt! It hurt a lot to hear it!
“P-pwease! N-nu wike meanie wowdsies!” You begged, only to feel a quick flick on your snout.
As the flick met, it hurt! It…
You didn’t like pain! You really hated it! It reminded you of the mean hoomis who put the shiny stuff inside you!
Before you could ask for help from anyone who would hear you, you felt something snap inside of you.
Then it went dark.
Your legs began to open, revealing sharp spear like appendages, your eyes were now covered in a bright red glow, and your mouth began to change, opening and folding to reveal a large silver tube. You felt all the shiny parts of your body wake up at once! The shiny bits wanted you to make them stop!
“NU MOWE HUWTIES!!!”
You watch as the two thugs who are still hear turn and are met with two well placed AP rounds to their heads, the third is already walking away when he’s hit with the bullet with his name on it.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“NU MOWE MEANIE WOWDS!!!” You roar, rushing out of the metal-munsta, to face the meanie with the colorful language.
You watch as he raises… His… H-his…
“NU WAN SOWWY STICK!!! GU’ WAY OW GET FOWEBAH SWEEPIES DUMMEH HOOMIN!!!”
The Hoomin with the sorry-stick is very much afraid of you, for some reason, and quickly bolts, leaving the Hoomin on the floor.
“HOOMIN!!! STAND UPSIES!!! NAO!!!”
Lan slowly got up off the pavement, quickly seeing the carnage of three thugs lose their heads, and the fourth piss himself running form… This thing.
“I uh… I dont want any trouble.” You stammer out, hoping to avoid death today.
“OU’ SUWE?!?! FWUFFY NU WAN HUWTIES NU MOW!!! JUS’ WAN’ BE SABE AN’ HAPPY!!!”
“Fluffy? T-that’s your name? I-I want to be safe and happy to… SO let’s be Safe and Happy, okay?” Lan asked, slowly backing away just in case.
“Wai’… D-du Mistah wan’ be Fwuffy’s Daddeh?!” The Fluffy said, the enhancements retracted, It’s jaw re-adjusted itself, and returned to it’s normal appearance
“Nice Hoomin wan’ be nyu Daddeh! dis am bestes’ bwight time ebah!”
Lan looked at the small horse like he was going psycho. What on earth was his job wanting to send…
And why was it able to kill three guys like nobody’s business…
Lan thought for a second before answering the Fluffy, who was already prancing about like an excited kid.
“S-sure… But only if you dont hurt me. Or any good people like me. Okay?”
“Ob cowse! Fwuffy pwomise!” The Fluffy said, excitedly.
“O-okay… Good F-fluffy.” Lan said, scooping up the Fluffy gently, hoping to not activate the weird metal spider legs, or the mouth canon.
‘What the fuck did i just get myself into…’ Lan thought, carrying the now stolen Fluffy. ‘Eh, it is Night City after all, who’s gonna miss one little furball?’ Lan thought as he buckled up the Fluffy and continued on his job.
Meanwhile, in a small corner office.
The Phone rings three times before it’s picked up.
“Sir?”
“Yes. What is it? Is my package secured?”
“I’m sorry sir, no, it seems to have been activated early.”
“…”
“Sir?”
“Find it. And dispose of it. I’ll have to start from scratch.”
“Yes sir.”
click
“Knew i should have gone for the premium shipping.”
