Daycare Ch. 3 (by fluffysomething)

You are FV-0446, and a fluffy asked you if you wanted to play a game. How fun! But, why are they looking at you like that?


“Samuew wan pway speshew-game wit pwetty viwus. Wan pway?” Samuel asks, leading to a corner.

“Oh-tay! Wha we pwa-” You say, just before Samuel holds you down.

“Speshew-pwace? Nu hab wun?” Samuel questions, visibly confused.

“Nu, wha’ that?” You ask, also very confused by the big word.

“Shuddup! Gon’ gib moufie-enfies.” Samuel orders, sticking his no-no stick into your mouth.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm-hmm!” You cry, trying to spit it out. You just wanted to play a game!

“Enfenfenfenfenfenfenfenf. Am su cwose tu gud feews! Nu move, dummeh! Enfenfenfenfenf- GUD FEEWS!” Samuel finishes, walking away and leaving you crying om the floor.

“Huu-huuu…” You sob, curled up on yourself on the floor.

“Fwend! Wha’ wong?” Francis asks, hugging you gently.

“Samuew gib weiwd stickie in moufie when Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks nu wan… Huu-huuu…” You cry, getting up slowly to hug Francis back.

“Dat wowstest fing fwuffies can du! Am su sowwy dat happen…” Francis reassures, patting your back and hugging you again.

“Wub pway bwockies!” You hear Samuel say, stacking a tower of blocks.

Samuel was playing normally after what he did to you–and that turned your sadness into rage.

“Fwancis, Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks be wight back.” You stomp over to Samuel, grab his collar and drag him to the same room you hid Olive.


“Owive? She am gu foweba-sweepies! Wha’ 'ou du tu hew?” Samuel asks, trying to open the door just to find out it’s locked.

“Ou next, tuu.” You whisper, grabbing your scissors and slowly cuttimg off Samuel’s no-no stick.

“SCREEEEEEEEEE! WOWSTEST HUWTIES! WAI GIB SAMUEW HUWTIES?” Samuel screeches, trying to hold his no-no stick as you cover his mouth.

“Wai gib 'ou huwties? 'Ou gib Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks wowstest inside-huwties! Gon make suwe 'ou nu huwt aneeone 'gain.” You say, still covering Samuel’s mouth as you kick him in the face.

“Mmmm!” Samuel screams, biting your hand and trying to run away.

“Owwies! Come hewe, Samuew!” You whisper, trying to keep Samuel and yourself quiet so no one finds you.


“Wosemawy, whewe am Samuew? He taking foweba tu git hewe.” You hear a fluffy ask from outside the room.

“Nu knyo, may-bee he pwaying hidesie an see’.” Rosemary says, starting to get up and look for Samuel until they come to the room you’re in.

“Wai doow wocksie? Pwincess, unwock doow.” Rosemary continues, banging at the door.


“Found 'ou- SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE! WAI SAMUEW HAB NU-NU HUWTIES!? AM TEWWING MISTAH GEOWGE!” Princess screams, running out of the room.

“What happened!? Why does Samuel not have a- “no-no stick” anymore? What did you guys do?” George shouts, pointing at a crying Samuel and looking down at you.

“Eff-vee-somefing git wid of it! It wan tu huwt fwuffies! It kiww Owive!” Rosemary shouts back, pointing straight at you.

“Onwy meanie fwuffies, wike 'ou. Samuew gib Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks wowstest moufie huwties wit nu-nu stick, su make suwe he nu du it 'gain.” You defend yourself, yelling as George picks you up.

“FV-0446, this is horrible behavior! I’m calling your caretaker and telling her that you’re expelled from the Lil’ Sunshines program!” George yells, picking you up and sitting you outside in a fenced area.


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If the doctor doesn’t get sued by the other owners, I’m gonna be cross.

Also I like how “rape is the worst thing a fluffy can do”, but “skinning and killing” is fine by them.

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Don’t worry, both FV-0446’s carketaker and itself will be having something coming for both of them

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Rapey little shit deserved it

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Mistah Geowge is a proud upholder of the standards of fluffy daycare. & by “proud”, I mean “requires a bloody fluffy to do his bloody job for him”

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A rapey little shit who loves his blockies. How can he stack them without his nu-nu stick?

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