New England Fluffies are Horrible with Directions
>You are Indigo, an earth pony smarty friend.
>Your herd numbers in the “a lot.” So many fluffies, you can’t even count them all, and you can even count to four, four times.
>It’s a veritable sea of multicolored fluff as they waddle in the grassy area between the rows of hot black ground.
>With so many fluffies, you travel far every day just to make sure there’s grassies enough to feed them all.
>But soon, you won’t have to worry about grassies.
> You won’t have to worry about the loud munster that turns fluffies into boo-boo juice and fluff.
>You won’t have to worry about the scary fast boxes that makes fluffies flat.
>Spaghetti Land is only a few more dark times away. You remember this because your former owner once took you to this mythical “Cwevawand”
>You remember it all so well, but the fluffies that follow you are tired. With so many, there is never enough food to fill everyone’s bellies.
>And there are so many mommies. Dozens upon dozen of mommies that take so much time to get rolled through the grassies.
>At this rate, Spaghetti Land seems like a dream that your babies will have to fulfill for you. It’s all too much.
>“Wook!” yells Clover, your second in command. “Dat sketti mountain?”
>“Sketti?” “nummies?” “Whehe?” “Yay!”
>You quint, gazing out at the steaming tower. It doesn’t look quite like a mountain of spaghetti, but it’s steaming like a mountain of spaghetti would. And it’s about the right color.
>You order the nearby fluffies in a hug pile, so that you can stand atop them and deliver the good news.
>“Wisten fwuffies!” you says to the gathered mass multicolored fluff. “We twavel faw to seek Sketti wand and it wite dere!”
>You point to the steaming towers. “We woose fwuffies awong da way, and it hawd walk, but we heh!”
>“Bebies wi wiv wif no feaw of munsters! Dere skettis fow eveyone! We made it!”
>The joyous shouts and hugs of a thousand fluffies warms your heart to no end. Sad water forms at your eye, but it’s not because of pain, or sadness.
>It’s pure joy. Mercury was right, Spaghetti Land is real, and you’ve made it.
>There’s not fast boxes to hurt you at the moment, and your herd of fluffies blankets the hot black ground as they trundle toward the towers.
>You look up at the green sign, knowing it says “Spaghetti Land” in Human.
>What you don’t know is that it actually says “Perry Nuclear Generating Station”
This piece was for an aborted arc of the Fall of Cleveland wherein there were supposed to be radioactive zombie fluffies added to the mix. I don’t remember who’s idea it was, but it never really got off the ground.
I think it was an idea we floated as a potential hook for post-Cleveland stories but by the time we got to the end we were all like “We’ve written over 80 goddamn stories, that’s enough”
Our collab went from like an anticipated week of planning to at least 3 solid months of background work. We had a lot of fun though, didn’t we?
I enjoyed the shit out of it.
Easily one of the best things I’ve been involved in. Just a bunch of creative people working together to create a great end result. Loved every bit of working with all y’all <3
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