Your average empty nester granny adopts a foal from the last chances bin at her local fluff mart. Nature eventually takes course and she passes away watching late night TV. Her little bundle of love has no way of knowing how long the night is meant to last thanks to the blackout curtains his Momma bought so he could get the most restful sleep. Days pass and Momma decays. Coffee still waits for his Momma to come raise him high with breakfast, a bath, and lots of huggies.
Would have loved to see Coffee’s state in the saferoom after days had passed
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Good news! I’m probably gonna do a follow-up where Coffee gets out
(Unless I forget to follow up)
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god, this gets me right in the feels…
sure coffee is fluffy, but still slowly starving to death not knowing his owner has passed on sucks…
Its only until a neighbor complains about the smell or how they have not seen their neighbor in a while…
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Possibly worse, if the neighbour knows there’s a Fluffy they can blame the smell on Fluffy Shit, and Coffee is alone even longer.
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That would be… Ironic
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Don’t let him out, he must suffer in solitude.
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Give him over to the rot.
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Rip grandma… she in a better place now
Except the shitrat… he can rot in hell
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I mean you hear about it happening with pets…and also with hoarders, where they just die and no one knows for an absurdly long time-
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yesssssss
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Imagine the actual existential horror of being a sinple-minded fluffy and one night, the sun never rises and you can’t hear any sounds of life behind the door. And you’re trapped, having no answers.
Actually pretty spooky.
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I like how even after a long time he doesn’t seem to figure out something happened to her, and still blames himself for the bad poopies. Pure simple minded Fluffy innocence.
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