Do Fluffies go to Heaven? by DreamMLP

In short?

No.

So where do they go? Let me explain.

Through a long process of painstaking scientific research into the afterlife I’ve been able to reconstruct the journey of a fluffy’s soul after death.

Barbie here was strolling through the forest one day.

“Pwetty fowest! Luv natuwe!”

Then a bird flew by, startling her.

“SCREE! Birdie munstah!”

She shit herself, had a heart attack and died. What comes next?

Well like with you and me or any other animal her soul leaves her body and travels up to the afterlife. As she approaches she can see heaven, mountains of sketti, nice warm homsies and toys. What every fluffy sees as they approach, as heaven will always adjust it’s image to reflect the individual’s paradise.

Paradise, in arm’s reach.

“Sketties? Homsie? Toysies? Is best pwace evah! Bawbie can nu wait-“

Paradise, ripped away as they spiral back towards the Earth.

“NUUUUU! FWUFFY WAN HOMSIE!”

You see, any old human or animal soul can waltz on into heaven if they were good. They were born and bred on earth after all. Fluffies? That’s something else. Since they were created in a lab by the hands of man, they aren’t considered real souls by the gatekeeper. And so they’re barred entry.

Where do you go if you can’t get into heaven? Hell? That’s where Barbie appears to be heading now, let’s follow her.

“SCREE! Scawie dawkies!”

But as she approaches the gates of damnation, one of the Devil’s more creative punishments comes out to greet her. As we all know, all PETA members go to hell, where they are forced to wield baseball bats and deflect any cute fluffy souls trying to find their way down here.

Whack!

“SCREE! Bad huwties!”

As even the King of Hell doesn’t want these hellspawns here, he envisioned this as a punishment to PETA, forcing them to hurt the animals they’re meant to protect for all eternity. Unfortunately, he overlooked the fact that most PETA members already have a long history of abuse and death before finding themselves down here. Really this is more like a Tuesday night for them.

As you can see, no matter how good or bad a fluffy can possibly be, how well behaved or bad mannered, how much good they bring or how much bad, they all end up with one place left to go.

Back to their own bodies. Barbie here is just returning to hers.

“SCREEEEEEEEE-“

Her soul is now back inside her body, but you can’t revive the dead now can you? She can’t move, she can’t breathe, she can’t speak, but she’s still in there.

Due to a random glitch in the neural programming, the soul of Barbie can’t readjust properly to her brain and body. Parts of it, like the happiness and pleasure centers are completely locked off, and so the extra energy is diverted to other centers, like pain. That’s right, she can still feel pain.

“Squak!”

Oh look, that bird from earlier, and a crow by the looks of it. It’s just spotted the yellow fluffy lying on the leaves, and it dives down to investigate. Yup, that’s a dead fluffy, a perfect dinner! Now as mentioned earlier, Barbie’s pain sensitivity had just increased dramatically through her readjustment back into her body. Keep that in mind while you watch this crow rip out her eye.

Encouraged by the smell of rotting meat, it seems a trail of ants is now forming around her leg too. While the crow works on her face, the ants begin crawling over her backside, ripping into her with their mandibles and carrying off tiny pieces of her. Before you ask, yes, she can still feel those body parts even after they’re separated from her.

Over the course of the day more of the forest’s creatures come and go, devouring little bits of our dear Barbie, all for her to feel. No longer mentally capable of feeling any positive feelings, she’ll have to endure this increasing pain and suffering for the rest of eternity as her matter down to the atom is scattered across the earth. She’ll spend that time pleading, with mummah, with daddeh, with anyone really, but nobody’s there to hear her. To hear her beg for a way out, for a homsie, for sketties, for huggies. She’ll gradually begin pondering more comforting places, like being smashed against the wall by an abuser, or becoming a breeding mare for a foal-in-a-can factory.

Have fun, Barbie! It’s an eventful eternity ahead of you!

That’s it for today, so next time you’re smashing a smarty’s head under your boot or watching your mare starve her poopie to death, remember what fates await each and every one of them!

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No this isn’t canon to the American Dream, you guys just really wanted to see Barbie suffer didn’t you?

And yes this was mostly inspired by SCP-2718

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That was the vibe I got.

But I appreciate that even those guarding the Pearly Gates have a hate boner for fluffies :joy:

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Man, that’s rough. the major problem is that once enough fluffy atoms get scattered across the world, we’re going to have a grey goo fluffy scenario. A mountain of fluffy particles coming together driven by the insane hive mind of every fluffy that ever died.

The end is here, and it is demanding huggies.

lol

what about test tube babies, do they go to hell? or c section babies?
and wait, scientists were able to create SOULS? where do the scientists who did that go, or for that matter, anyone who breeds fluffies? are they not violating the laws of god by doing all that? or is it just the “first generation” fluffies?
am i reading too much into this?

Magnificent! Truly Magnificent. Ashamed you can’t bounce her back between Heaven and Hell in an endless cycle of joy and despair. The suffering is truly delicious when sprinkled with joy.

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they do, so that people there can abuse them forever >:)