*DUMMEH MUMMAH-DADDEH! WET BABBEH OUT DUMMEH WOOM NAO!!! *
You jump out from your bed, throwing your bed sheets off of you. They’re almost twice as heavy now being weighed down with rancid Fluffy shit. As are you. You are also covered in Fluffy shit. From the top of your hair down to your shoulders, the viscous stool slowly slops down your body and down onto the carpet of your bedroom.
*DUMMEH STOOPIE MUMMAH-DADDEH! BABBEH SAY WET OUTSIE NAO!!! NAO! NAO! NAO! NAO! NAO! NAO!!! *
You stand there mortified at what had just happened, there’s only ringing in your ears and the voice of that Thing sounds muffled and distant. You begin to get that feeling from a while back again, and everything starts to blur as the corners of your vision goes white. Your forehead feels hot and your ears burn but your core feels ice cold.
As if possessed by some other force, you feel yourself step forward with one foot, then another step with the other. The Fluffy looks at you indignantly, face still puffed up and hooves planted in an aggressive stance. Your arms stretched out at your sides and fingers curled like claws, the veins on your wrists popping and the muscles on your arms tense.
*DUMMEH STOOPIE POOPIE MUUMAH-DADDEH BETTEW WET BABBEH OUTSIE!!! WET BABBEH OUTSIE NAO OW-… OW… oww… *
The Fluffys face suddenly shifts from contemptuous anger to that of doubt and worry. Seeing you not capitulate immediately to his demands had made him second guess the decision to spray you in its ‘sorriest poopies’. It didn’t make any sense to it.
Why hadn’t you immediately dropped on the floor and pleaded with him, the Fluffy thought. Apologize for your mistreatment of it, letting him out so he could meet up with all the Fluffy mares that were surely waiting for it just outside the door. Not only that but you were now walking towards him! This doubt made it take a backwards step.
With each step forward you take the Fluffy takes one back, but soon its rump hits the wall. The Fluffy lets out a *PEEP * and turns its head to see it had reached a dead end. Looking back at you, the Fluffy froze, this time in absolute terror.
You aren’t even in control of your body as it instinctively reaches out both hands to grasp the fat blue shit monster.
Suddenly, it dashes to the right before you manage to close your hands around its ball-like body. Despite its ridiculous waddle the Fluffy had become adept at traversing your room from all the times it has walked circles around it for lack of any other form of entertainment.
You attempt to cut it off but the Fluffy turns again to run under your desk, pulling your mishmash of cords and wires you have strewn under there. The Fluffy waddles out from under there wrapped in cables, one of which is the charger for your laptop. As it gets a few feet further away the slack on the charger cable runs out and your gaming laptop is pulled along across your desk!
The charger finally disconnects from the laptop port, but not before sliding to the very edge of your table, it lays still for a second before tipping over.
You snap out of your blind rage for a second and dive to catch your precious gaming laptop as it plummets down onto the floor. You land flat on the ground with your arms stretched out as far as they can, managing to just barely catch the laptop in your hands. You look forward towards your rescued laptop and crack a smile at your astonishing save.
The Fluffy meanwhile is still waddling for its life, managing to wriggle out of the ‘mean black not skettis’ it runs away looking behind itself to see if you are still chasing it. As it looks behind itself the Fluffy makes another trip around the room and neglects to see you laying on the floor and steps right over you. More specifically over your arms.
The weight of a room bound watermelon sized Fluffy proves too much, as the screen of your closed laptop is caved in by its front hooves.
The crushed laptop had tripped the Fluffy and gave you the opportunity to grab the thing by the scruff of its neck. You pick yourself off the ground and lift the blue monster into the air, holding it away at arms length.
*BAD UPSIES!!! SCREEEEEEE!!! PUT BABBEH DOWNSIES!!! AM GUUD BABBEEEEEEH-SCREEEEEEE!!! MEANIE MUMMAH-DADDEH!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *
The thing begins flailing in your grasp, flailing really hard. You secure your grip by using both hands, but as soon as you think you got it, it begins shitting again.
Like a lawn sprinkler, the flailing fluffy riddles the area with its shit, sending it out like buckshot covering every corner of your room with drops of shit.
Thinking quickly, you grab your poo drenched bed sheet and wrap the Fluffy with the blanket, its screams muffled yet still thrashing wildly.
*SCREEEE!!! NU WIKE DAWKIE PWACE!!! AM GUUD BABBEH!!! NU KNU WHA DU WONG!!! SCREEEEEE!!! *
The audacity of the thing leaves you immobile as you hold the bagged animal, your senses soon come back to you and hits like a truck.
The smell permeated the room and it looked like a horrible abstract art project where the only color paint allowed was brown. The realization that you were covered from head to toe in shit only came after you had nowhere else to look at besides down at yourself.
*BABBEH AM FO HUGGIES AND WUB! NU WAN MEANIE DAWKIE PWACE! PWEEEEEEASE MUMMAH-DADDEH!!! WET BABBEH OUTSIE!!! MUMMAH-DADDEH WUB BABBEH!!! *
You kicked open the bathroom door and threw the makeshift net into the wall of the shower stall. The package landing on the tiled floor with a *OOF! OWWIEEEES!!! *
You turn the shower knob to full power on cold, as the shower head begins sprinkling icy water the Fluffy manages to work its way out of the poop drenched bed sheet. Its head poked out only to receive the frigid shower straight on its face.
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! WAWA BAD FO BABBEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!! *
It tries to crawl its way out of the bed sheet and away from the downpour but you quickly shut the glass sliding door to the shower. Its face meets the glass and it falls on its side, dazed for only a few seconds before squealing at the freezing water hitting its side and pooling underneath.
You step out of the bathroom slamming the door shut and make your way downstairs to the den, there you take a hot shower in the guest bathroom and thoroughly scrub yourself clean.
About half a whole afternoon you spend cleaning your room and various places around the house where shit was tracked.
You return to the upstairs bathroom to find the Fluffy you had left huddled in the corner of the shower. It managed to find a spot with the least amount of exposure to the deluge, completely soaked through and shivering, but ultimately clean. You step up to the standing shower and lean against it with your palms pressed against the glass door, staring down at the Fluffy.
He looks up at you, eyes bloodshot and teeth chattering audibly over the heavy water flow from the shower head.
*HUUUUUUU!!! P-p-p-p-p-p-pweeeaaas-s-s-s-s-seeeeee W-w-w-w-wet B-b-b-b-b-b-b-ab-b-b-b-b-bbeh Outs-s-s-s-s-s-ieeeeee… S-s-s-s-s-uuu C-c-c-c-c-cow-w-w-w-w-d!.. *
You stare at him for a few seconds.
“…Why’d I put you in there…”
“Whaaat…Did you DO!…That made me have to punish you…”
*B-b-b-b-b-b-babbeh N-n-n-n-n-n-nuu D-d-d-d-duu N-n-n-n-nuffin-n-n-n W-w-w-w-wong… *
At the double negative you crack open the glass door and reach for the detachable shower head. You switch it on and blast the cold water at the cowering Fluffy.
*SCREEEEEEEE!!! AM ONW-W-WEEE W-W-W-WIDDEW B-B-B-BABBEHHHH!!! *
“You’re not a baby anymore asshole! NOW WHAT DID YOU DO!”
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AM ONW-W-WY WAN G-G-G-GU OUTS-S-SIE!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *
“WRONG! TRY AGAIN!!!”
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AM!- SCREEEEEEEE! AM MAKE POOPIES!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *
“WHAT KIND OF POOPIES,SHIT HEEL!?!”
*MAKE! BAD POOPIES!!! SCREEEEEEEE!!! BAD POOPIES ON MUMMAH-DADDEH!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!- *
You return the detachable shower head and turn the water off, sliding open the glass doors to the shower. You stand there with your arms crossed and look down at the miserable Fluffy lying on the wet tiled floor shivering and traumatized.
After getting over the initial shock you get the things attention, the Fluffy looks back up at you.
You glare a little more at it and you both are silent, the Fluffy not daring to say anything or even attempt to scramble out of the shower.
“And what does shitting on me make YOU!?!..”
The Fluffys muzzle becomes pursed up, and for a moment looks like it was going to say something, something on the tip of its tongue, before swallowing its words. The lack of an answer angers you.
With your arms still crossed, you lean down over the Fluffy with your frame shadowing it in the corner. You glare at it with eyes nearly bulging out in fury.
“A bad WHAT ?!?”
*B-B-B-B-B-BAD F-F-F-F-F-F-FWUFFY!!! HUUUUUU!!! HUUUUUUUU!!! *
You turn away and walk out of the bathroom, slamming the door again to leave the Fluffy in there to dry. You enter your room and pull out the spare bed fittings and blanket from out of your closet. Space themed from when you were a child. You set up your bed and try to get some sleep, all the while thinking of what you’re gonna do with this brat you got on your hands.
With your eyes closed, you find yourself surprisingly praying, beseeching whatever might be listening on guidance for how to deal with this creature from the depths of internet hell.
- Physical Abuse
- Psychological Abuse
- Poopie Denial
- CHAOS FACTOR
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, the Fluffy sulks in its wet prison. Its simple mind festering a grudge that it only voices when he knows he’s alone.
*d-d-d-d-dummeh m-m-m-mummah-daddeh… b-b-b-bad p-p-poopies on d-d-dummeh… m-m-m-make b-b-babbeh… m-m-make b-babbeh… *