This recording was found on a USB drive in the mailbox of an undisclosed address in Woodbridge, Virginia. The drive was turned over to local police, and then vanished for nearly a decade.
“Hewwo? Pwease hewp fwuffy, weggies nu am wistenin, huuu, wan huggies, am scawedies.”
The recording begins with a shot of a medical lab, on the center table lies a fluffy stallion, spread eagle and restrained. Unable to move his legs or head, he cries and begs the empty room to let him go.
“Nu wike, am cowd, pwease nice bwite fwend, pwease hewp fuffy! Wiww gib huggies an wub!”
The bright fluorescent ceiling lights did not respond. Eventually, the door to the room opened, and two people, a man and a woman entered. Both of them were dressed in lab coats and already masked and gloved,
“-was the worst sandwich I’d ever had, I know that airport food is usually ass, but this was on another level.”
“You got what was essentially a gas station sandwich, I don’t know what you expected.”
“Hewwo! Nice mistah an nice wady? Pwease hewp fwuffy!”
“Oh, it’s alive? I thought this was a dissection.”
“Nah, they’re letting the interns do that, we get the vivisection. I am curious what the internals look like when there’s still activity, so lucky us.”
“Huuu, nu knu wha nice mistah an nice wady am sayin, am awive! Pwease hewp fuffy! Need huggies!”
The woman has a confused expression visible through her mask, and cocks her head at the man.
“Are we at least sedating it”
“No, it’s apparently got a really weak heart, early generations would die in their sleep. Let’s start with the digestive system, rumor is these things can constantly produce feces, I have my doubts, but never hurts to verify…”
“NUUU PWEASE NU HUWT FWUFFY!”
The man picks up a scalpel, and begins to methodically cut into the fluffy’s abdomen, starting with a midline incision, then a transverse incision, creating a plus on the fluffy’s belly.
“EEEEEEE! WOWSTEST TUMMY HUWTIES! PWEASE NU MOW! NU KNO WHAT FWUFFY DID BU WIWW NEVAH DU GAIN! EEEEEEEEE!”
The restraints do a good job keeping the stallion in place as the man pulls the belly skin apart, exposing the fluffy’s lower abdominal organs. The woman leans over, looking intently into the gore.
“I was expecting more bleeding.”
“Apparently these things clot insanely fast, which helps to avoid child owners being exposed to too much blood if they get injured.”
“Haff, haff, EEEEEEEEEE! EEEEE! Pwease nu mow huuuuuuu, wowstest huwties, need huggies…”
“I’m just gonna use some of the numbing agents, it’s getting too loud.”
“We aren’t supposed to introduce any new variables…”
“Shouldn’t be noticeable, also this whole thing is informal, nothing rigid in the rules, just some guidelines and goals.”
“Pwease nu mow huwties, uuuuuu, owwies….nu feew pwetty”
“Okay, let’s take a look at the intestinal tract.”
The woman reaches in, and carefully pulls a length of guts, examining them and laying them on a tray next to the fluffy.
“Huh, I would have thought there would be more visceral fat, this one lived in a plant all its life right?”
“A plant has a controlled environment, they only eat what they’re given. Means this one is actually a little malnourished compared to one’s in people’s houses.”
“Nuuuu, nu take tummeh sketties…fwuffy nu feew pwetty…wan huggies huuu…”
“Look here, the colon is gigantic compared to other mammals this size, and there’s a pretty significant muscle structure on the rectum, that’s probably the cause of all the things we heard about them shitting everywhere.-”
“Robert.”
“-It’s probably similar to penguins, they can jettison stored feces as a defense mechanism-”
“Robert, it has an appendix.”
The woman is staring at the small worm like structure.
“…It could be from rabbit DNA, these things apparently breed like crazy-”
“It’s not a fucking rabbit appendix, Robert, its a primate-No, its an Apes, appendix, I’m not fucking blind!”
“Calm down Dr. Kurtz! I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not true. I know the geneticists at-”
A loud beep censors the name of whatever company Robert was referring to.
“-And none of them would do that, they all have-”
Doctor Kurtz turns midway through Robert reassurances, and plunges her scalpel into the fluffies shoulder, and begins almost wildly cutting away flesh.
“SCREEEE! UUUUUUHHUUUUUU NUUUUUUUUUUU! PWEASE NU HUWT FWUFFEEEEEEEEE!”
Doctor Kurtz doesn’t stop until the bones of the fluffy are exposed, covered in scratches from her scalpel and glistening with fluids. The fluffy screams and moans, its body beginning to shake as it goes into shock.
“Maria…”
“This isn’t real…the shoulders…the humerus connects directly to the side, the clavicle doesn’t extend forward like with other quadrapeds…”
“Maria, there are other explanations…”
“Like what, Robert? Have you seen other specimens of them? I have. Why do the females only have two teats? Why are they omnivorous? What actually is their fur, why is it so different to any other furred mammal?”
“All of that can be explained by the fact that this is a chimera of species, some stuff might stick, some stuff might miss, genetics are weird, and there is no way to prove what you’re saying.”
Maria’s gaze shifts from Robert to the fluffy’s throat.
“…Yes there is.”
She grabs the fluffy by the face, pulling its snout up so that the throat is more exposed. She begins to slice, much more careful this time, into the soft skin, peeling it away and exposing the pink-white flesh around the fluffy’s esophagus.
“Ghghk! Nuuuuuhuuuuurk…”
“Maria…”
“Look at the structure, Robert, look at the complexity. What was the explanation they gave when they first got asked how they talked, they said they put a tiny bit of songbird DNA in and restructured a syrinx? That doesn’t look like a goddamn syrinx! We should have known since that shitty excuse. Robert…There’s no other explanation…”
“HACK! KHAFF…Pweeeash…”
Robert stepped back from the scene, leaning against a counter on the side of the wall. His forehead is visibly shiny with sweat.
“Maria…What you’re saying, that these things are…”
“NO! No…At least not fully, there’s no way that…that was the base, but it was used, a substantial amount of it was used…An illegal amount.”
“How would that even work during production, hundreds of people worked on these things, how the hell would it have not leaked?”
“I don’t know, money? Threats? If they can break this many laws and ethics, they probably aren’t shy about others.”
“…I went to college with some of those guys…how could they…”
“They did…Now what…”
Silence hangs in the room, broken only by the dying fluffy’s labored, wheezing breaths.
“We can’t stay quiet, we have to tell someone-”
“Everyone who could do something about it already knows, think Maria. These things have been available to buy for two months, you think we’re the first to cut one open? And nothing comes out in the news, the most controversial stories about America’s hottest toy is them shitting on people? No, something…There’s something…There’s a roadblock somewhere along the line, something we would run into…”
“You can’t be serious…”
“Please, Maria, don’t do anything rash…”
“I can’t keep this a secret. I’m not gonna let the world be ignorant of what these things are, what lines have been crossed, if they did this for a toy, imagine what they’re doing and not advertising.”
Maria pulls her gloves and mask off, stuffs them in the trash and quickly walks out of the room. Robert sighs, then follows her, but not before pulling out his cell phone and making a call.
“Hey, uh, It’s Robert, you remember, from Delta Tau Delta? I know it’s been a while, but I wanted to catch up, and tell you…you have a problem you should look into…”
Now, the room is empty, save for the fluffy, still clinging to life.
“haff…haff…wan…ghrk…wan…die…”