be upstanding good guy who everyone loves and works a vaguely defined job the author thinks is cool
you find a fluffy foal with no legs
it’s brown and an alicorn
oh no
you pick it up
you go home to your other fluffy who you remember you have
who is infertile and give her said babbeh
baby is sad
mother says don’t be sad
baby is not sad
you ask an inventor to make it legs from stem cells which somehow re attach in instantaneously
you are happy
you have a pet monitor lizard but it loves fluffies
and not eating them either
in fact the foal calls it daddeh
it is this way because you feed it a steady diet of human corpses from your job at the morgue
you take the fluffy to daycare because of your vaguely defined job means you have to leave when it’s convenient to the plot
other fluffy is mean to no weggy babbeh
you/love interest shows up
you/love interest tell the fluffy about apartheid and it becomes a social activist
fluffy shits itself
name fluffy Porcelain
Porcelain loves new name
nothing happens
nothing happens
porcelain has a nightmare
mummah asks you to tell porcelain about how it’s easter and how easter makes everything better
”Wut eastew?”
Tell Porcelain about how easter was originally a Phonecian festival of fertility to the goddess Astaroth in which in addition to ritual feasting and drunkeness there were heavy amounts of underage prostitution and child sacrifice.
”Powcewain wub phonecians! Powcewain wub famiwy!’
you smile as all three of you stay in front of the tv for several years and mummify alive like buddhist priests
also fluffy farm
