Daycare Ch. 7 (by fluffysomething)

You are FV-0446, and you made a new friend! Though, one of your “friends” that your mommy adopted is Rosemary. You need to think of ways to get her back for what she did, but how?


“Wosemawy wan sketties NYOW! Mak’ sketties, dummeh mummah!” Rosemary demands, sorry-hoofing your mommy in the leg. Not that she could really get hurt, anyways.

“Nu huwt mom-mee, dum-mee! ‘Ou am bein’ biggesh bwat wight nyow.” You respond, throwing a soft toy at Rosemary.

“FV-0446 and Rosemary, that’s not very nice. I guess I have to make ‘sketties’ now since the best fluffy in the world, Rosemary asked so very nicely for it.” Your mommy fake-sighs, starting the process of getting pans and weird green stuff in a bottle labeled ‘Parsley’.

“Wha’ am mom-mee doin?” You ask curiously, trying to open the large bottle and failing to notice the cap was shut too tight for your small arms to twist it.

“That’s called parsley, FV-0446. Rosemary has… inside-babies and parsley helps to… get them out.” Your mommy whisper-explains, starting to add the parsley to the rich tomato sauce.

“Oh-tay.” You say, walking away to go play with your new friend, FV-7410. You like it so much, and you wish it could be your… What’s that word your housie-friends use for their even-more-than-bestest-friends?

“Speshew Fwends! Da shu am on! Mummah, wan wa’ch Speshew Fwends wight nyow!” Rosemary shouts as your mommy walks away from the
stove to turn on Fluff-TV.

“There. Now, mommy has to make super secret sketties. They taste so good because of mommy’s super secret ingredient!” Your mommy winks at you, walking away to continue making the spaghetti.

“Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks, Speshew Fwiends shu make Eff-vee-seven-fouw-won-zewo hab weiwdesh inside-feews. Wa-wan be bestest speshew fwiends wit’ Eff-vee-seven-fouw-won-zewo?” FV-7410 question, holding your small hand gently as it touches your outer layer.

“E-es, wiww be bestest speshew fwend. Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks hab bestest speshew pwan fo’ Wosemawy.” You smile, holding its hand back as you lean on it gently.


You are Rosemary, and your dummy mummah finally made you sketties! It took her long enough.


“Gib sketties!” You shout, delving your face into the large bowl containing the special, oh-so-coveted food.

“Enjoy it, it’s going to be the best for your tummy-babies!” Your mummah smiles at you, patting your back.

“Wai tummie feew funnie?” You ask, starting to feel your bestest tummy-babies coming.

“BIGGESH POOPIES! Nu! Nu weady! Pwease, bestest tummie-babbehs! Nu come eawwy!” You beg, pleading your tummy-babies to wait until they’re ready as the first baby slides out of you.

“Looks like you’re a bad mummah. Bad mummahs have come-too-early babies. The babies knew mommy doesn’t have enough space for more fluffies, so they had to leave their no-good mummah. Now, I have to work.” Your mummah sighs, patting your tummy and cleaning up the babies, putting them in a plastic bag as she walked out the door.

“Nummies! Wan gud nummies!” FV-7410 squeals, trying to rip open the bag containing your come-too-soon babies.

“Nu am nummies, dummeh! Am babbehs!” Your scream, sorry-hoofing the virus particle in its small, rounded face.

“Nu huwt speshew fwiend! That’s wai 'ouw owd ownew weft 'ou!” FV-0446 screams, kicking you in the nose and causing a dribble of boo-boo juice to come out.

“Huwties! Fwuffy am gud fwuffy… Wai gib huwties to gud fwuffy…?” You sob, watching as the two rip open the plastic bag together and start eating your bestest come-too-soon babies.

“Ank 'ou fo hewp git nummies, speshew fwiend.” FV-7410 smiles at FV-0446, hugging it as it laughs at you. How dare it laugh at you! You’re the bestest fluffy in the world!


You are Dr. Harriet Roseman, and life’s been hard. You live in a hotel now, and you’re now having to speak at the Bestest Sickie Friends release party.


“That was Dr. Clarke Fields, everyone! Next, we have Dr. Harriet Roseman.” Someone says, getting a response of claps and cheers as you walk onto the platform stage.

“Bestest Sickie Friends, everyone. What can we fix about them? First, the need for communication with other bioengineered, sentient, enlarged viruses. If not given another Bestest Sickie Friend™️ to play with, they will become very depressed.” You begin, looking at the notes you’ve written for this exact occasion.

“Second, the fluffy-originating need for special-friends. Bestest Sickie Friends can’t replicate without a fluffy being present, so they don’t exactly need a special-friend, they just want one to perform viral recombination with.” You continue, again looking down at your hand-written notes.

“Third, the presence of “Bestest Syndrome”. Bestest Syndrome is where a Bestest Sickie Friend will declare itself better than everything and everyone. The term ‘bestest’ is used because they call themselves ‘bestest wittwe viwus eba’ or some variation of that name.” You say, nervously looking at the large crowd of researchers listening to your every word.

“Last, the fluffy fetus eating habits of Bestest Sickie Friends. If left alone with miscarried foals, Bestest Sickie Friends can and will eat them. Wait a minute. Oh, Rosemary’s gonna hate me!”

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Apparently bestest babbehs am bestest nummies.

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Can confirm.

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