Idle Hands are the Devil's Workshop (Part 4) [By Biorb_McBiorb]

Clint stopped recording and turn off the water in the bath. the silence causing Bestes’ and Flower to look up at Clint in confusion.

“D-Daddeh s-sabe B-Babbehs?” Flower said, her ears vibrating in the shit colored water, her bitten ear shaking less than her full one.

“Maybe… Daddeh want’s to play that Game again, Heads or Tails. Remember?” Clint said, switching to the coin app on his phone. “D-Daddeh, pwease nu mowe cowd huwties! Babbehs nu du anyting wong!” Bestes’ begged, the Chirpies on his back were fidgeting around and causing Bestes’ to shift his weight around constantly.

“That’s right! You two are good Fluffies, but because your mom was so bad, I had to punish her, through you two!” As Clint Answered the question, he tapped the coin and looked to Flower. The realization that the foals were here because their mother was bad, planted the seeds of deceit Clint wanted them to believe as truth.

Clint noticed the two Chirpies on Flower’s back and grew a bit excited. One of the Chirpy Foals was an Earthie with a mottled red coat, just like the Maroon Foal, a stunning pattern, and perfect replacement for ‘Wed-Babbeh’. The other was a Alicorn with a jet black coat, the Alicorn’s little coat was glossy and slick, as if it was born with a natural Hair gel in it’s fluff.

“So, since Flower got to play the first time, we’ll let Bestes’ play!” Clint said, seeing the coin had stopped spinning and landed on Tails. Clint decided to throw the good foals a bone, but if they guessed wrong…

“B-Bestes’ nee’ tu choosie H-heads… Ow Taiws… Wite?” Bestes’ asked. his entire lower half shivered as he asked.

“That’s right! Good job remembering Bestes’!” Clitn said, petting the cold and beaten Bestes’. “If you guess right, then I’ll save you from your mean mom, and let you warm up and see your Daddeh and Brother, then, if your good, maybe i’ll let you all have some nice Sketti!” Clint announced, the foals faces shocked at the sudden love Clint was giving.

At the other side of the tub, Candy’s container was now about half way submerged. She couldnt hear anything, the water dampening the sounds of Clint’s words as well as her two talking Babbehs. The faces of the dead six foals drifted around her tank, some with milky eyes pried open by death, others slightly bloated and still faced, unknowing of love or the fabled Sketti their siblings could possibly partake in.

Candy stared out at her two alive foals, five of the chirpies still on their backs. Candy cried harder and harder wanting nothing more than to save her children, to make up for the mistakeof murdering her pretty Red Baby…

Candy’s face turned mad, a second wind billowing her up and against the odds she was now in. Clint could see the Bitch-Mare begin her attempt at freeing herself again, thumping into the clear walls of her Sorry-See-Thru-Box as soon as he finished promising the fabled Sketti.

“W-why Mu-Mummah being woud? N-nu wan Babbehs tu be wawm?! W-w-why Mummah w-wan Babbehs tu nu hab Sketti?!” Flower asked, tears starting up in her eyes again as her mother lashed out at the wall. Bestes’ puffed his cheeks and stared daggers at Candy.

“C-cus Mummah a-am D-Dummeh-M-M-Meanie-Munsta-Mu-Mummah! M-Mummah nu wan B-Babbehs tu b-be happi an’ w-wawm! Mummah wan Sketti aww fow Mummah! HACHOU MUMMAH! NU AM MUMMAH NU MOWE!” Bestes’ yelled the angry words rang hollow as they came out distorted to Candy.

“MUMMAH COMIN BABBEHS! MUMMAH SABE AWW HEW PWETTY BABBEHS!” Candy yelled back, the noise coming out thru the plastic and garbled yelling and rage, only solidifying the idea of their mother’s hat in both Flower and Bestes’.

Flower cried harder, her legs getting wobbly. “Bestes’ B-Bwuddah… W-weggies f-feew siwwy… Huu… Nu now i-ib F-Fwowew can stan’ nu mowe…” Bestes’ looked to his Sister, then to his Mother.

Bestes’ then looked back to the chirpies along his, and Flower’s backs, all chirping frantically, some suckling their hooves…

Bestes’ took a moment to think, his mind racing… He had to choose, Heads… Or…

“F-Fwowew am wite… H-habe b-bewwy p-pwetty t-taiw… B-Bestes’ choosies T-Taiws!” Bestes’ yelled out, the clear sound of desperation filling the bathroom.

Clint looked up at the ceiling, and took a long moment, slightly relishing in the distress and fear coming from the foals, the anger coming from their mother.

“Good choice little man!” Clint announced.

Clint quickly pushed Candy out of the way of the drain and flipped the drain cover up, letting the water drain. As the water receded from the foals legs, they plopped down on the now safe fiberglass of the tub, tired and cold. Clint was using a plunger to move the Drain cover and dead Chirpies around, making sure to let all the water drain clearly. Once the tub was empty, Clint took Candy out of her Sorry box, her face angry with tears streaming down her face.

“WET CANDY GU! BESTES’ MUMMAH NEE’ TU-” Candy started, but was stopped by a quick gut punch from Clint. The Mare became limp as the wind had just been knocked out of her.

“GIB WOWSTES’ MUMMAH BESTES HUWTIES D-DADDEH!” Bestes’ yelled out, applauding the jab at his mother. Flower wasn’t paying attention to her mother, instead she was tending to the five Chirpies, giving them hugs and cooing to them as they all hugged her back.

“Buh-… Buh-buh… Buh-” Candy tried to speak as the wind was returning to her lungs. Clint looked down at Bestes’ and smiled. “Want to give your Meanie-Mom hurties?” Clint said setting Candy down in front of him. holding her down.

Bestes’ puffed his cheeks up and snorted out of his nose. “W-WUB TU!” The Dark Blue Alicorn said rushing his mother, lowering his head down as he charged at Candy’s face.

Before Candy could try and stop Bestes’. The Alicorn Rammed his small horn into Candy’s left eye, causing the Mare to scream.

“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- WHY BESTES’ GIB HUWTIES! AM GUD MUMMAH! SCREEEEEEEEEEEE” Candy yelled out.

Bestes’ simply continued jabbing his small horn into her eye, Candy, in response, desperately closed her eye. with the eye now closed, Bestes’ went on to give sorry hoofs to the damaged eye, while normally a foal would be able to deal no real pain, to Candy, each tap felt a thousand times worse, the clear jell that filled her eye slightly peeking out between the crease of skin where Candy’s eye closed.

Candy screeched louder and louder with each hit. Bestes’ began to cry as he continued his attack, crying from the pain and loss of his siblings that he loved so much…

Flower looked up from the hug-pile of Chirpies and cheered on Bestes’. “Gib meanie-Mummah bestes’ huwties bwuddah!”

Clint looked over to the drain while Bestes’ ‘laid’ into his mother. the six dead chirpies were all in a pile together, all water logged and dead. Clint decided this was enough retribution and took Candy away, placing her back in the Container. “T-tank 'ou Daddeh… Hate Mummah… Meanie-Mummah…” Bestes’ said, plopping down on his rump, breathing heavily. The tiny rampage had taken a lot out of the chubby Hero.

Hero…

“Okay guys, now that Meanie Mummah is dealt with, how about I clean you all up and get you someplace warm!” Clint said, the Foals too tired to answer, simply nodded or peeped happily.

Clint sealed the Sorry-Clear-Box… The See-Thru-Sorry-Box? Eh the name can be worked on later.

Clint sealed Candy back into the container and began to run the sink, feeling the water get just right. Once ready, Clint picked up the alive foals and set them next to the sink. While at first they were afraid, Clint explained to them that this is good water, and that he used the same kind of water to clean his other Fluffies.

“How many oddah Fwuffies du Daddeh hab?” Flower asked.

“Well… How high can you two count?” Clint asked back.

“Bestes’ can coun’ up tu eweven!” “Fwowew can coun’ up tu dat tuu!” The two foals said proudly, their tired bodies still shaking.

“Wow! that’s very high! Well, Daddy Clint has ten, and ten, and seven Fluffies!” Clint answered, the overall number causing the two Foals to look at Clint in shock.

“Su… Su many Fwuffies! Su many N-Nyu fwends!” Bestes’ said celebrating with a tired upsie pose, so Clint volunteered him to get the good bath first.

Bestes’ cooed as he was cleaned, the foal safe soap was suds-ing up nicely, The foals all began to smell the calming scent of Lavender, easing the Chirpies and the two Talking Foals. After Bestes’ was done, Clint held him up high, close to his face.

“How about a name?” Clint asked, The Navy Blue Alicorn looked at Clint in awe. “Bestes’ ged nyu namesies?!”

“That’s right… How about… Hero, since you were so brave to fight your mean mom!”

Hero puffed his chest up after a second of silent contemplation. “Bestes’ wub nyu namesie! Hewo wubs Hewo! Wub Daddeh!”

Clint nuzzled Hero and set him down on a soft Towel, almost immediately the now clean Hero was asleep, tried and exhausted. Clint repeated this clean, dry, and cuddle routine six more times. Clint then set the resting foals back in the hamper, turning his attention to Candy, lifting the lid off and getting his head closer to Candy, in whisper range.

“Good thing they chose right… I would have made you eat them after they drowned.” Clint said, a smile crossing over his face.

“Peep…Peep…Pe-” Candy said as Clint re-sealed the container. She wasn’t fully gone, so after a day or two of rest, she may be better, and more fun to play with. Clint left the mare peeping on repeat as he left the bathroom with the foals in tow, turning the light off as he left.

“Now… How the hell am i gonna explain this to Cobalt…”

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More like: how the hell is he going to explain this to Donna.

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why Donna?

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Well, she is bound to come home with the fluffies who went to the groomer at some point, isn’t she?

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Oh… Yeah no lol

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D’oh!

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As long he elimate candy

Just worried bout the surviving foals…for now.

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I mean, just tell him his (former) special friend didn’t like the other foals and killed them. She was all but doing that the last time he saw her so it wouldn’t really take a lot of convincing. In addition, I’m sure Flower and Hero’s retelling of events will add credence to the story. So yeah, Clint shouldn’t have any trouble telling Cobolt

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Oh trust me my good man… He will