Mutation, a common occurrence across the ruins that were once the United States. In the ruins of the old world, the survivors of the great war and Mother Nature’s creatures were forced to adapt and radiation from the great war had changed many. A contributing factor that changed many was F.E.V., the Forced Evolutionary Virus. A pre-war bioweapon that the US had tried to use in creating unstoppable super soldiers, but all it did was make monsters, and stole the humanity and memories of unfortunate victims that had turned them into super mutants a race of infected humans that the MASTER had once used to conquer the wasteland.
It was thanks to the effort of the Vault dweller of Vault 13 that the plans of the master never came to pass. The death of the Master had saved the world, though F.E.V. never truly left the wasteland, as many old world facilities still hold batches of F.E.V., creating new horrors for the wasteland. When it comes to this biohazard, though, it is a game of chance for any creature in the waste. Let it be plants, animals, or humans…or even man-made creatures such as fluffies, it is one giant game of Russian roulette. Some are unlucky while others hit the jackpot.
“OW, DAMNIT!!!”
“GAH, hey easy with that.”
In the Old Mormon fort, the followers of the Apocalypse work diligently to help the people of Freeide by offering free medical care when needed. Their latest patients were an interesting group: a young man, with brown hair, a scar along his nose, and two distinctive scars on his head, wearing a set of modified riot armor that would at first get confused with the same set that the NCR rangers wear but looked even more older and had a bit of a green coloring to it, plus the helmet that the young man carried had the word Forgive me mama was what made it stand out he was with out the top part of his armour as a follower doctor appeared to be pulling buck shot from his arm, near him was a young tomboy with simaler Who had similar color hair along with a freckled face, her Outfit consisted of a modified Vault suit with combat armor parts as the suit was faded, if anyone were to take the breast plate of the suit they would find the numbers 13 on her back she looked to be staring smugly at the young man. Outside the tent, a red ghoul wearing Reinforced leather armor, a Chinese combat shotgun on his lap, with a tired look on his face, enjoying an old world book waiting for his contractor to get out of surgery, near him was a slightly old german shepard lazly laying on the ground, near him was a very strange dog chewing on a bone, what makes him strage you ask? He had cybernetic implants, and his brain was in a jar. On his leg was a faded emblem of a Red Bull. Near the two dogs are three fluffies, two of which are rolling an old rubber ball One was a Yellow fluffy that had a black Maine and the other was a camo pattern. The Red fluffy with a white Maine and tail was looking at their owner with concern and worry.
“Mistah Awcade am daddhie be otay”
The doctor performing the surgery was once part of an old world evil known as the Enclave, but is now a member of the Followers of the Apocalypse as a means to redeem his family and its members. This was Arcade Gannon, group medic and doctor, friends to both Chris and Jessie Brooksville, former wanderers of DC, now Couriers for the Mojave Express, with Chris being known as the legendary Courier 6, the man who cheated death
“don’t worry Nuka, he’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t run INTO A FIEND CAMP AGAGIN!!!”
“Hey I ran out of ideas, not like I had any others”
“Thats my brother, smart in other stuff, not smart in common sense”
“Shut it sis”
The dogs and fluffies look at their owners with laughs and tired looks.
“mama and daddhie am pway fight again, shootew wub mama and daddhie”
“Dey am swiwwy, wub mama an daddhie, dey wike Wad wid sissie and bwudda”
Coming into the scene and modified Eye-bot makes his presence known. As the voice of a young woman comes from his speaker.
“Don’t be gentle Arcade, he has to learn.”
“Oh I’m making sure he learns Amata and I’ll make sure Ed-E records everything.”
Chris could only give a tired look as he was ganged up by his pets, his sister, his companions, and his fiance life sure was a Kick in da head.
“I’m glad that my pain is amusing to you guys…”
“Well, I’m just about done, Next time, Chris, be a little less suicidal”
“No promises.”
The former wander now turned Courier, began to put the top part of his armour on while his faithful Eye-bot began to play his favorite song, Something’s gotta give, sure the guy who sang it was a piece of crap, but hey he could sing.
“Nice taste in songs there, slick…”
Everyone looked where they heard the voice and saw three Trigger men hired guns that small-time mob boss wanna be’s often used for muscle and protection. After completing his armour set, the former Vault dweller put his hand on his gift 45. pistol, a gift from the burned man, as the gangsters approached the group.
“Relax, there slick If we wanted to cause trouble, we would do it outside the fort, The boss respects the hell out of the followers for what they do for the average joe here in Freeside”
A ghoul trigger man steps forward
“We’re just an invite, smooth skin, the boss is impressed for what you’ve done for the folks of here, and the jobs ya done for the King he wants to offer you guys a job”
Chris looks at the gang with skepticism and suspicion.
“What’s the job if I’m inclined to ask?”
“That’s for you and the boss to discuss, there an old Vegas gift shop where we set up camp, he wants to me you on the roof, don’t be late.”
The trigger men began to make their exit.
“wad nu wike meanie hoomens”
“Their not mean Rad, just letting us know they mean business”
Jess began to walk to her brother as she then expressed concern to what has been offered.
“What do you think they want?”
“Don’t know…what to see the offer?”
Jess gave her brother a look
“Really?”
“Hey, if they’re up to something bad, we put a bullet in the boss, but if it is a genuine, honest job, then that’s free caps”
“Just don’t get more buckshot in your arm, older brother.”
“ALL RIGHT GUYS LET’S PACK UP!!!”
As the group began to head towards their destination a certain ghoul by the name of Charon then began to express his thoughts.
“Something weird is gonna happen, I can feel it…”
Following the destination on their Pip-boy maps, they found their target location, and it was very obvious with the number of trigger men patrolling the outside of the building. Heading towards the door, they are stopped by a well-dressed Trigger man.
“Your muscle has to stay outside, the dogs and fluffs can come in, but have to behave, and Big AL would like you to the roof un-armed.”
Chris and Jess rolled their eyes at the paranoia that this supposed Trigger Boss
had. Chris handed the man his assault carbine and his bag full of other guns, while Jess handed the man her Battle rifle along with her 44. Magnum. As Chris headed inside, the Trigger man stopped Jess.
“Gonna have to pat ya down, sweetheart.”
As the Mobster began to grope Jess, she caught the perv’s arm and began to shove him to the wall with his arm behind his back. Her actions cause the other gunmen to point their weapons at the group. Scaring the fluffies and angering the dogs, and forcing Charon to ready his gun.
“Try to touch me like that again, not only will you lose an arm, but I will take what makes you into a guy, WE. CLEAR…”
“cr…crystal…”
“Good boy.”
Letting go of the creep, Jess began to follow her brother, their dogs, fluffies, and the flying robot, following not far behind. As they climbed the steps, Rad began to give the bad man for touching her mama in a bad way a mean look"
“nu touch mama again dummy, PFFFFFT”
After blowing the creep a raspberry, she followed her owners up the stars.
“Damn shit ra-”
He is then hit on the back of the head by his fellow gunman.
“shut ya jack ass ya know the boss hates those names…”
Going to the roof, the group is surprised to see a super mutant in a similar outfit to the patrolling guards and the guards inside the building, but it was a tiny bit funny since the guy looked like he was about to pop from his clothes. Their back were turned away from them, and it looked like he was just starting into the waste. In the big guy’s right hand, he had an anti-material rifle by the barrel of the gun.
“I heard all about ya’s from my boys and from watz the nice folks of freeside have said about ya”
The mutant moved his left arm and in it was a smoking Cigar.
“I like folkz who hab the tenacity, the skill, the guts and ballz to get things done, that’s why I wanna askz ya, mail man to deliver…”
The mutant seems to stop his speech.
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.
.
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“Hey dumb-ass that waz ya queue to turn around”
“Oh, sorry, boss.”
Another voice was heard, and it was the typical type of voice that the two expected some Super mutants to sound like. The two then saw the mutant turn around, and he looked like any other mutant, but on his chest was something unexpected.
It was a fluffy.
The little guy, however, was dressed like the mob bosses that the two often saw in those pre-war movies and from the silver shroud tapes. His fluff was a fading, almost blondish color, and his mane was colored black and slicked back with some hair grease, and he was dressed pretty sharp. He was also very puggy, which is not rare to find with certain fluffies. He was strapped to a special seat on the mutant chest and was pretty secure. The fluffy looks to have tired bags under his eyes as it seemed he had not gotten much sleep. The humans, dogs, robot, and fluffies could only stare with wide eyes.
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“What’s a matter, never seen a fluffy mutant before?”
The group is then snapped out of their trance.
“uh…no, we have…back in the capital wasteland… it’s just surprising sometimes to see a mutant fluffy…considering how you guys talk at times…”
“weal smawty fuwffy”
The supposed Mob boss, Big Al, sighs at their answer and slaps his hoof against his face.
"another thing that I hate about this…body of mine is that people expect so little of ya just because ya not like other shit rats, turn around Tiny I need to vent.
“Right boss.”
The Mutant, now dubbed Tiny, puts the cigar in Big Al’s mouth as he prepares the rifle.
“ya know what it’s like to be seen as a freak from ya own kind simply because ya don’t hab dat pre-war garbage in ya head telling ya dat ‘fuwffy am fo huggies and wub’, and let me tell ya being a fluffy infected with FEV was the greatest thing to happen ta me, load the explsove ammo idiot”
“Ok, boss.”
The mutant opens an ammo box and preps the rifle as his supposed fluffy boss pulls something from his dress pocket, which was a pair of pre-war opera glasses, and he begins to look around the wilderness of the waste. He smiles sadistically as he seems to have found what he was looking for.
“over there, see were my hoof is pointing at Tiny”
“yea…yeah I see them boss”
“good…now take the shot big guy”
Tiny began to relax his stance as he began to hold his breath and look at his target. times slows to a crawl as his finggier rest on the trigger.
BANG
A loud crack scares the hell out of the fluffy siblings and startles the human siblings.
Far from the gang-controlled gift shop, a typical fluffy family was surviving in the Mojave waste, or what was considered surviving in the remains of what appeared to be a shack. The fluffy mama a pastel colored mama, was overfeeding her so-called bestest babbhie, who was the same color as her, along with her somewhat ok colored foals one being light red the other being lemon yellow, near by was the fluffy papa who was drinking from a spilled Nuka cola bottle and gourging him self on a small pile of Mutfruit. Not to far from the family was a pile of fluffy poo and in the pile were two foals one being a dark green with poka dot patches in it baby fluff, the other foal was also a ‘ugly color’ that being copper red, the two were very malnourish as their parents made them the poop eaters of their dynamic.
“mama wub babbhies, babbhies wub mama dwink wots ob-”
“Ma…ma…”
The mare snorts upon hearing the voice of the poopie babbhie and tries to ignore them. The green foal tries to once again weakly beg his mama for proper food.
“can…poopie babbhie…hab milkies now…babbhie num bad poopies”
The mare continues to ignore her neglected foals, her other babbhies also continue to ignore their so-called dummy and ugly siblings.
“Nu milkies fo ugwy dummy babbhies, milkies am onwy fo pwetty babbhies”
Their smarty daddhie informs the ugly foals of their position again, and it was once again annoying the smarty.
“NU WAN NUM POOPIES NU MOW!!!”
The two Awful fluffy parents look at who yelled and it came from the malnourished copper filly who finally had enough of her unfair treatment.
“BABBHIE NEE MILKIES PWEASE AM GOOD BABBHIES NU WAN POOPIES NU MOW”
The copper filly yelled with tears in her eyes as her ugly brother looked in horror at what their sister was doing.
“NU SISIE NU BE BA-”
“NU AM BAD AM GOOD”
“YOU AM DUMMY”
Standing above the filly was her awful dad, looking at her with death in his eyes.
“DUMMY NUM POOPIE O ESLWE GET FOWEBEW SWEEPIES!!!”
“NU WAN, NU WAN!!!”
Finally fed up with his ugly babbhie he pushes her head into the poo, the little filly could only weakly flail her little legs and make muffled panic peeps.
peep peep cheep…pee…c.h..eee
The little filly finally stopped moving as her peeps and chirps quieted down. The green foal could only hide himself in his weegies as tears fell from his eyes upon seeing the death of his sister. The smarty removes his leg from his ugly daughter and looks upon his ugly son.
“Dummy poopie babbhie, smawty wan good feews yu am effie babbhie now”
The ugly foal looked at his daddhie in horror.
“NU AM MAWE AM ONWY WITTLE BABBHIE”
As the foals tried to hide, and then he heard something…
Shaking like a leaf, the little foal looks up in terror at what has happened to his daddhie. His daddhie was missing the top part of his thinkie place.
“smawty…tase…bwead nummiess…an boo boo ju..ic.e”
The smarty collapses on his side as brain matter and blood spill onto the ground. His special friend and his babbhies look upon in horror of what has happened, but bestest was too busy trying to drink more of his mama’s milk. Stomping his little hoofs, the brat tries to get his mama’s attention.
"DUMMY MAMA BE-’
The little foal was unable to finish his words as he had been cut in half, his bottom weggies fell backwards, spilling milk, shit, and blood. Things began to finally catch up with the serving members.
“NUUUUUUU, BESTSEST, SPECIAL FWEI-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK”
Another shot came and hit her on her hind leg, practically cutting her in half as well. She did not die immediately due to the skilled shooting of Tiny. As she begins to bleed she reaches to her other foals.
“du…dummy babbhies hewp…bestest mama”
“huuuhuu scawy, mama hewp babbhies”
“NU WAN HUWTIES”
The family panics over what to do.
Tiny begins to reload the weapon as his boss begins to talk to the humans.
“In your human years, I’m considered around 60, and that’s pretty old for fluffy years. The reason that I called you here today is that I have some young ones that I want you to take back to the scientist who helped you out with the king’s dog, Rex”
The siblings watch as a trigger man comes from the stars and walks towards them carrying a special carrier, and in it are three chirppies, one being purple, one being white, and another being black. They slept peacefully, unaware of what was going on outside the carrier.
“I want you to check to see if my…Bambinos…are like me…if they have my gift”
The former vault dwellers looked to one another and then looked back at big Al.
“What’s the pay?”
“The pay is 3,000 caps and…info on some pre-war weapons”
The siblings looked again at one another and huddled over what to do. The wo then turn back to the mobster and give him a look.
“Not going to lie Big Al the trip to the ski lodge is a pretty dangerous one what with the legion having Patrols attacking Caravans and, of course,e the infestation of cazadors, throw in 500 and we will make sure your heirs get there no problem.”
Al begins to take a deep inhale on his fancy cancer stick.
“Nothing is to come to harm of my young, if so much as a hair is clipped from their head, I make sure Tiny uses ya for target practice”
“Consder it done…Al…”
The trigger man hands the carrier to Chris as they begin to escort the group from the gift shop roof.
“weal smawty…am munstew…”
“I know Nuka, but like everyone out here in the waste, he’s looking out for his best interest.”
The Vault dweller/Courier looks at the Chirppies as they slept peacefully.
Back on the roof, Big Al looks through his looking glass, watching what was left of the Shit-rat family in their final moments.
“Use the incendiary ammo Tiny.”
“Right, boss.”
What was left of the little fluffy family began to cry their tears out as the fluffy mama tried her best to keep her eyes open.
“peep mama…cheep…hewp”
“NU MAMA NU WEAVE!!!”
“WAN MILKIES AN HUGGIES”
The two pretty color foals hugged and hugged their mama, hoping that she save them. Unaware that the poopie green draged himself to the course of his sister, somewhat eveying her as she died quickly.
“wub…sisie…”
Another crack is herd as everything ins ignited in flames.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.E..E…Ee…eee…
MAMA!!!
PEEEEEEP CHEEEEP!!!
The Dark green foal closes his eyes as the flames ingulf him and his sister knowing that the pain would end soon
In the aftermath of the Great War, mankind survived and with their survival, some went back to their much more primitive and selfish desire, while some adapted.
From this adoption, many often learned how to survive out in the Wasteland and for Fluffy’s like Big Al he was only doing what humans did and that was to look out for himself and like any other sentient intelligent being, he is willing to accept everything that made humans themselves, including their ugly desires and sins. Because out in the waste, it was every man for himself, and he would rather be a man than a little fluffy.
