Icar is, at the moment, writing a telepathic letter to his king. He’s just bord, and if he dared to send a letter to his colleagues, he’d never hear the end of it. He’s decided to call his compaion “soul” and his body “soul stone”. It started out as a temporary name, but fluffies are stupid. also, i’ve decided their gender shall be male.
its dark, it always is. however, today will be special, and icar might just accelerate the process because he’s impatient. finally, you felt soul’s eye lids twitch. immediately, send you picture of yourself in front of yourself
mummah? are you there?
our eyes open up to see me, sanding in front of him. wake up samurai, we’ve got a city to burn.
EEEEE! MONSTER!
the image didn’t turn out as you expected, It had the same color pattern as your actual body. the head was shrunken into the shoulders a bit, and there were no hooves. the head’s shape was unaltered, minus the lack of a horn, but the eyes where all black, and the mouth was fixed into a smile going up to the eyes. to any mortal, it would be unsettling, but this is nothing compared to what’s in hell(think bamboo with thorns impaling your arms while rats eat your legs, and THAT’S moderate).
if I’M a monster, then YOU are a monster.
soul no am monster, you are the monster
fuckin retard. we’re the same fluffy, remember? anyway, lets see your sibilings and mother.
you feel your head move as soul looks at his siblings. the first thing you and soul see is a vomit green male foal shivering outside of your box(Icar’s saw cardboard walls on the edge of his vision).
why am brother cold?
want me to bring him here?
… brother am poopy brother
(a picture depicting him freezing to death)
NOOO! no want brother to have forever sleeps! you feel your legs crawling forward.
“babbah? wat am bestest babbah doin?”
great, soul must’ve been chirping, now the mare is awake. your on a time limit, might as well quicken the pace.
you take control of the legs and stand up. you try taking a step forward, but it will get tiresome real quickly, so you simply warp there and plop down. why walk when you can warp? right?
EEK! scary!
-_-
brother? wake up brother! hugs will make it better! as soul hugs the shivering, slightly smaller foal.
we’re getting too cold. must be the “cold times”, we need to head back
“siwwi babbah, poopie babbahs onwy num poopsies. bestest babbah nu am poopie babbah, bestest babbah eben pwettier tan mummah!”
you decide to observe the rest of your family as she carries your . your mother is an unimpressive and common pink unicorn with a red mane with green eyes, nothing impressive. your father has a very rare and cool blue-and-red tiger-striped pattern coat, and is a Pegasus with a mane that’s a gradient between red and yellow, must’ve been a designer fluffy.
the most brightly colored foal is a nice silver Pegasus snuggling up next to a forest camo earthie. they were hiding the wings of a dark purple alicorn (the mother doesn’t know the alicorn is an alicorn, yet.)
“specalw fwend? wat 'ou doin?”
“bestest babbah ner poopie babbah. bestest babbah am nu poopie babbah”
“chirp!”
“ow, otay.” you can tell that this stallion is a chad, feeding the vomit baby when the mare falls asleep, and occasionally drugging her to do so. you like him enough not to eat his soul when he dies(unless forced).
you can feel soul’s ego growing a tad bit, but it woln’t be a problem yet as his empathy out weighs it.
gasp “babbah owpwon swee-pwase!”
and now your parents are fawning over you while soul is chirping about the “poopie baby”
soul, dont get over your head. we’ve got a loooong way to go.
so, I DESPERATELY need a fluffspeak translater. next chapter, they’ll be able to walk and the sibilings will be able to see (icar isn’t very patient, and now he’ll stunt their growth)
- another jellenheimer of equil rank
- Icar’s KING
- a heavenheimer (HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)
- their doom (scuicide)
- a human (nya heh heh!)
- nothing, just character development.