“Once upon a time, there was a cute little green fluffy with light green spots and a yellow mane.
His name was Patches, and he lived in a little housie with his daddy, where he had all the toys and nummies and warmies he could ever ask for! And on the weekends, Daddy would drive Patches to the park where he could play with all his fluffy friends!
But on this day, Patches couldn’t go to the park because it was a weekday, and he had to be a good fluffy and stay inside while Daddy was gone for work.
But Patches didn’t want to stay inside.
Patches wanted to play.
And he wanted to play now.
Patches made his way out of the house, somehow, and ran off to look for other fluffies to play with.
he searched and he searched, but any fluffies he did find could only play for a little bit or were going somewhere with their owner, but he kept searching, ‘cause surely someone has time to play on such a nice day, right?
Patches eventually came across, not a fluffy, but a nice mister! maybe he wants to play?
The nice mister asked Patches if he was lost, and only then did he realize: he was lost!
and cold.
and hungry…
but the nice mister said that he was friends with Daddy, and that he knew the way to drive him back home! Patches was so excited!
They made their way to the nice mister’s car and Patches jumped inside as he anxiously waited to be brought back to his home.
but the nice mister never did bring him home…
he took Patches to Skettiland!!! A magical land filled with skettis and toys and hundreds of fluffy friends where he ate and laughed and played forever and ever and just fucking kidding he DIED”
“O-oh… Otey…”
“And that’s why good fluffies don’t sneak out of the house while Daddy’s at work.”
“Otey…”
“Now go to your room and go to sleep. its getting late, and I have to work tomorrow.”
“Otey…”