Just a heads up. This one-time story is based on Stephen King’s short story, The Jaunt. You can read the story online, or take a quick look at a summary, but even without reading anything beforehand, you should understand what’s going on for the most part. I think this is the worst fate a fluffy has ever had in my stories (I realize I’ve only completed like 2 stories by now, but still. I’ll continue with the other stories, but this idea was too good to let go).
Three little babbehs were playing in their saferoom. They had just had their feeding and a short nap and now they were all playing with a large dark blue ball.
One of them was a light blue colt named Sky, another one was a yellow filly named Sunshine and the third was a red colt named Apple. They were all siblings and lived together with their daddeh. They were very young, only becoming talkie-babbehs 10 days ago.
Daddeh had given them a comprehensive course on the nature of good and bad poopies and peepees and how to use the litterbox. So far all babbehs have been mostly accident free, which wasn’t that surprising, considering that daddeh made it quite clear to the little babbehs that he wouldn’t tolerate any sort of bad poopies or peepees.
He had bought a new sorry box from Hasbio, a special kind that uses the new Jaunting teleportation technology. The Forever Sorry-Box™ it was called. It was made up of two parts. You’d place a punishment-needing fluffy into a box and it’d teleport it to the other box in an extremely quick time. One could change the length of the punishment by placing the two boxes closer together or further away. But this didn’t really change anything drastically.
While the teleportation of the body was instantanenous, the mind (unless under anesthesia) would experience an unthinkable amount of time in a white lonely void. Nobody still understood how it worked, but estimates for a meter of teleportation range from a 50 000 to 20 million years, yeah not excactly informative, but nobody really wants to test it and measurement is pretty much impossible. What, is a guy willingly going into the Jaunt without anesthesia and count all the seconds for millions of years in total isolation? All testing for living beings has been banned and the only people experiencing the Jaunt are the one in a 100 billion, who’ve managed to fuck up during the anesthesia process or willingly held their breath, like that kid who traveled to Mars with his family. What an idiot. They all quickly die of heart attack too, but not fluffies for some reason. Maybe it’s a quirk of their bio-toy design, or maybe there’s a spiritual answer and it’s because fluffies don’t have souls. In the end nobody knows. And as for bio-toys, they can’t measure time for shit. Everythings forever for them. You go to take a quick piss and they’re crying about you being away forever. So in short the Forever Sorry-Box is the perfect punishment for any fluffy, big or small, which is the reason Hasbio brought this new product on the market.
Now back to the foals. They were still very little and learning new words and generally about life. But right now they were playing with a ball. The room was filled with quiet chirps, laughter and declarations like ”Wub baww hehe”. However Sky seemed to have a little too much fun. After pushing the ball with his head, he had gotten so excited he felt a poopie involuntarily come out. Shivers went down his spine. He looked behind himself and started hyperventilating, chirping and crying.
”SCREEE CHIRP NUUUUU huu huu wa’ habben’ CHIRP nuuuuu huu huu babbeh mak bad poopies huu huu wai meanie poopie pwace nu wisten huu huu CHIRP daddeh gun’ be angwy nao huu huu CHIRP wub daddeh huu huu nu wan be ba’ babbeh huu huu huu” the little blue foal cried.
”wa’… HUUHUU WAI BWUDDA MAK’ BA’ POOPIES HUU HUU” Sunshine screamed next to him. Apple soon noticed too.
”NUUUUU huuhuu daddeh pu’ bwudda in foweba sowwi boxie huu huu wai huu huu” Apple added.
”CHIRP HUU HUU NU WAN’ BE BA’ BABBEH NU WAN FOWEBA SOWWI BOXIE CHIRP HUU HUU SU SCAWY HUU HUU AM SOWWI AM SOWWI SKY AM SOWWI HUU HUU”
The red colt and filly hugged and comforted their brother, while all three were crying. They tried to convince him that daddeh was a good daddeh and would understand that it was an accident. They were wrong unfortunately.
”Hi, how are my… what’s happening here… oh…”
”CHIRP CHIRP DADDEH HUU HUU CHIRP AM SOWWI DADDEH SKY AM SOWWI CHIRP HUU HUU wus pwayin’ baww an den’ HUU HUU AN’ DEN MAK’ ACSIDEN’ HUU HUU NU MEAN TU DADDEH CHIRP CHIRP HUU HUU AM SOWWI PWEASE DADDEH AM SOWWI HUU HUU”
His crying only got louder and more desperate as daddeh approached them. He picked up the unconsolable foal from the hugging hands of his brother and sister and sighed. Sky tried to hug his daddeh’s finger while already having a toal mental breakdown by the looks of it.
”I’m sorry Sky, but I warned you and your siblings of what happens when a babbeh makes bad poopies on the floor. You know I have to put you in the Forever Sorry-Box now. I’m sorry, but you knew this would happen. Don’t worry, thousands of other babbehs and big fluffies go into the Forever Sorry-Box each day! And don’t worry, your brother and sister will be waiting right here for you, and for them it’ll be quicker than a flash!”
”CHIRP CHIRP PEEP CHIRP DADDEH PEEP CHIRP CHIRP DADDEH CHIRP CHIRP AM SOWWI PEEP S-SKY AM SOWWI HUU HUU CHIRP NU WAN BE PEEP BA’ BABBEH CHIRP CHIRP NU CHIRP WAN MAK BA POOPIES HUUHUU CHIRP CHIRP POOPIE PWACE NU WISTEN AM SOWWI DADDEH CHIRP PEEP CHIRP CHIRP”
”Sure, lil guy, and I’m sure you’ll learn from your mistakes Sky, but I have to punish you so you can be a good babbeh. If I didn’t punish you then punishment would be meaningless, besides good babbehs don’t refuse their punishment.” He gave him a gentle pat with a finger and started moving towards the gray Forever Sorry-Box which stood out in the colorful saferoom.
”CHIRP AM SCAWY DADDEH CHIRP HUU HUU SU SCAWY HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP PEEP NU WAN’ PEEP HOW WONG DADDEH CHIRP PEEP HOW WONG BABBEH STAY IN FOWEBA SOWWI BOXIE HUU HUU CHIRP”
His daddeh rolled his eyes. ”I’ve told you and your sibling plenty of times. It’s gonna be along time, longer than you’ve lived, in fact many times longer than you’ve lived. You’ll be sitting in a white eternal nothingness for thousands to millions of years, during which you won’t be able to see, hear or interact with any other fluffy or living being. You’ll be completely alone, for forever, or many many forevers, if we were to use the fluffy terminology. You all have lived about a few weeks, but this will be much longer. After you’ve come out, your previous life outside the sorry-box will be just a tiny flash in comparison. You won’t be able to play, run, or drink and eat. While for your brother and sister and for me, you’ll be back in less than a second, your thinkie-place will be in the sorry-box forever and ever.
”CHIRP CHIRP PEEP NU UNNASTAN’ DADDEH HUU HUU CHIRP SCAWY HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP NU WAN BE IN CHIRP NUFFIN’ FO’ FOWEBA HUU HUU CHIRP BABBEH WAN’ WUN AN PWAY CHIRP PEEP DADDEH CHIRP DADDEH BABBEH NEE’ WUN AN’ PWAY AN’ NUMMIES FO’ GWOW BIG AN’ CHIRP STWON’ HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP NU CAN STAY CHIRP IN SOWWI BOXIE FOWEBA AN’ CHIRP EBA HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP PEEP”
”Alright, say goodbye to your daddeh and your brother and sister! See you in forever!”
”SCREEEEE CHIRP CHIRP PIPIPIPIPIPI NU WAN NU WAN CHIRP CHIRP WUB DADDEH HUU HUU CHIRP PIPIPIPIPI PWEASE DADDEH CHIRP WAN HUGGIES CHIRP HUU HU-”
Sky’s siblings were looking at the commotion scared and crying their eyes out. Suddenly, when daddeh pushed a button, their brother dissapeared without a trace…
The realm the jaunting machine brought the little foal, was completely empty, only bright white as far as eye could see. There was nothing to see nothing to do. He tried to move, but couldn’t, he tried to do anything, but couldn’t. It was so boring and so scary.
”-U HUU HUU huu daddeh? Bwudda an’ sissie? HUU HUU PWEASE DADDEH WET BABBEH OUT HUU HUU”’
But no matter how much he cried, begged and talked…
No one answered.
After a few minutes, he had thought about what daddeh said. He would be in here for many forevers. That’s right! He should be counting forevers, to see when he can get out. His spirits were lifted once more.
”Otay! Babbeh mak counties… one foweba… tu foweba… … …huu huu babbeh nu kno mowe numbas huu HUU NAO NEBA KNO WEN BABBEH GE’ OUT HUU HUU DADDEH PWEASE MAK TAWKIES HUU HUU WAN OUT WAN OUT WAN WUN AN’ PWAY CHIRP”
And so time passed by…
3 hours passed…
”HUU HUU DADDEH CHIRP DADDEH PWEASE CHIRP CHIRP PWEASE WET BABBEH OUT PEEP CHIRP CHIRP AM BEEN SU MANY FOWEBAS NAO HUU HUU NU WAN HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP DAAADDDDEEEEHH!!! CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP”
18 hours passed…
”Wai babbeh mak ba’ poopies huu huu jus’ wan wun an’ pway wid bwudda an’ sissie huu huu wai huu huu nu faiw huu huu jus’ wan daddeh an’ bwudda an’ sissie bak huu huu”
47 hours passed…
”CHIRP CHIRP NEE’ MIWKIES DADDEH HUU HUU CHIRP PEEP BABBEH NEE MIWKIES FO’ GWOW BIG AN STWON’ HUU HUU CHIRP PWEASE DADDEH WET BABBEH OUT HUU HUU NU HAB TUMMEH HUWTIES BU’ BABBEH NEE’ MIWKIES HUU HUU CHIRP DADDEH PWEASE AM GUD BABBEH CHIRP JUS’ WAN MIWKIES HUU HUU”
105 hours passed…
”HUU HUU WA’ HABBEN HUU CHIRP WAI BABBEH NU GE’ OUT HUU HUU PWEASE DADDEH HUU HUU AM SOWWI NEE’ MIWKIES HUU HUU NEE WUN AN’ PWAY HUU HUU NEEEEE’ HUUUGGGIIIEEEESS HUU HUU huu huu CHIRP PEEP am-am babbeh… CHIRP HUU HUU AM BABBEH NEBA GUN GE’ OUT HUU CHRIP HUU WAI DIS HABBENIN’ NU WAN’ NU WAN’ HUU HUU”
502 hours passed…
The little foal has now spent more than half of his talkie-babbeh life in the Jaunt, in the Forever Sorry-Box. He’s daydreaming about his favourite FluffTV show, Superbabbeh and trying to make up where his new adventure may lead from the last episode.
”A-an’ den uh… supababbeh uh… gib wowstes munstahs wowstes owwies eba… a-an uh… den uhh… huu huu DEN SUPABABBEH SABE WIDDOW BABBEH HUU HUU PWEASE SUPABABBEH SABE SKY FWOM FOWEBA SOWWI BOXIE HUU HUU DADDEH FOWGO’ BABBEH IN SOWWI BOXIE CHIRP CHIRP HUU HUU PWEASE HEWP BABBEH CHIRP BABBEH WAN OUTSI’ CHIRP HUU HUU HUU HUU”
78 days passed…
”huu huu babbeh wub daddeh CHIRP huu daddeh wub babbeh huu huu babbeh wub CHIRP bwudda huu bwudda wub babbeh huu huu huu babbeh wub sissie CHIRP sissie wub babbeh huu huu huu babbeh wub daddeh…”
1 year passed…
The Jaunt treads a weird line between aging and not aging. The foal is still a babbeh and his brain is still the same. It hasn’t grow nor degenerated by the horrible situation it finds itself in. In some ways, the foal is now a year old, or at least it’s mind is, but it’s body is still mostly that of a few weeks old talkie-babbeh. Not even a picosecond has passed in the real world. But let’s look at how our little foal is taking it in his Forever Sorry-Box anniversary.
”HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP HUU HUU HUU PEEP CHIRP HUU CHIRP HUU HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP PEEP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP HUU HUU HUU CHIRP HUU HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP HUU HUU HUU CHIRP HUU PEEP CHIRP HUU HUU CHIRP DAADDDEEEHH CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP PEEP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP”
20 years have passed…
”SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
27 million years have passed…
”…”
3.9 billion years have passed…
The silence that has started all those billions of years ago was broken plenty of times. He cried and talked and begged and cried and daydreamed and had every possible thought a foal could have a trillion times over. But now, the foal is just laying there, eyes closed. The only sound coming from him, a quiet constant chirp.
It’s time to come home little guy.
…only to reappear in the other box a moment later. However, he had changed. Even though he was still a little foal, his fur had become become completely white. This happened to all fluffies and other beings who entered the Jaunt without anesthesia, and as anesthesia was deadly to fluffies and because nobody was paying for a plane ticket just for a fluffy, and of course because of things like the Forever Sorry-Box, there had been an explosion of mentally broken white-furred fluffies. Some were ferals who had run away in fear that they’d be placed in it again. Others were ever more loyal, ready to literally move mountains (if they could) to please their master and not go back to that place.
The still crying siblings didn’t at first recognize their brother, but daddeh quickly explained things to them. He shushed them, knowing that Jaunted fluffies need to be handled caringly, to rehabilitate them to normal life. He got closer near the box and listened. Sky was still laying still with his eyes closed.
”…..CHIRP…..CHIRP…..CHIRP…..CHIRP…..”
The 3.9 billion year old foal was chirping quietly to a certain rhythm. Was that his heartbeat? Guess that was the only thing keeping him company… He slowly picked him up and he screamed. His eyes flew open and, because he hadn’t used language for billions of years, resorted at first to chirping and peeping.
”SCREEEEEEEEEE PIPIPIPIPI CHIRP CHIRP PEEP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP HUU HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP PEEP CHIRP HUUUUU”
His crazed tiny eyes were looking around feverishly. He was clearly going through a sensory overload after a few billions of nothing. After quite a while he started getting words out.
”CHIRP DADDEH CHIRP DADDEH CHIRP BABBEHCHIRP CHIRP DADDEH CHIRP BABBEH WUB CHIRP CHIRP PEEP CHIRP BABBEH WUB DADDEH CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP FOWEBA CHIRP CHIRP FOWEBA CHIRP DADDEH FOWEBA CHIRP AM FOWEBA DADDEH CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP AM WEAWWY FOWEBA DADDEH CHIRP WAI DADDEH CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP”
Sky had already cried his eyes out numerous times in the Jaunt, the only thing left in him was confusion. Confusion which only grew when he saw daddeh’s mad eyes and daddeh pointing at something below him. Sky looked below him, at daddeh’s palm.
He had made scaredy-poopies.
”I guess you didn’t learn a lesson after all. I guess I’ll have to throw you in again.” He started walking towards the first box again.
”CHIRP PIPIPIPIPIPI NUUUUUUUU DADDEH CHIRP NUUUUUUU BABBEH WAN CHIRP DIE WAN DIE DADDEH CHIRP CHIRP BABBEH WAN DIE”
”There, there little guy. No need to get dramatic. Daddeh would be really sad if you went forever sleepies. Just remember that daddeh loves you and wants what’s best for you, even if you think it’s a little harsh. Now remember that this is the last strike. If you make bad poopies again, I’ll disconnect the other box and permanently dispose you into the Forever Sorry-Box”
He opened the box and tried to put him in, but the hyperventilating foal managed to grab onto the ledge and tried to climb out. Daddeh picked him up and gave the bad babbeh a slap and placed him on the floor of the Sorry-Box.
”AM SOWWI DADDEH WAN DIE CHIRP NUUUUU SCREEEEE-”
And he dissapeared again, to once again reapppear in the other box.
His brother and sister were looking at what happened wide-eyed, crying and quietly chirping. Suddenly a smell hit their nose. They didn’t need to look behind them to know they had just made scaredy-poopies.