“Hey, had an interview with fluffmart. Hope I get the job…. Dont know what ill do with all those fluffies lol haha…”
“Annnnnd… post”
Rory’s child or ever fluffy like optamism died as soon as he was in the door, it was hard being that guy, but its how he wishes to be himself. A mask to the outer world, as a way to keep himself and how he really thought out of harms way of others.
He checked the irish side of his social media.
tensions rises between north an south,
“nothing new for over 30 years.”
Another puppy mill was closed
“Lol get shit on”
Some teenages abusing the foal in a cans
“Ehh…”
But before he swiped off he was realised something. The background… they werent in any random city it was HIS capital city. Mistaking it for a repost from another group “foal in a can is already here” He scoffed. “Well, might pick a couple up, cost like a fiver at most”. He though to himself. “Nu Fwiends” his imaginary friend said as she flew around his room he pegasus wings buzzing.
Rory, shoved a pillow onto his face to drown out his delusions. He knew she’s not real, and he knows, that he knows she’s not real, so why see her’ “christ I’m lonely” he sighed into the couch cushion.
“Nice mistar buy nu fwends” the white pegasus sing-songed
“No…. kill yourself” he said weaky to the pony. A saying he would say alot to the delusion in his own head.
“Christ I need new friends”
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After some time
Rory slide off the couch, walking out to the kitchen looking the cupboard to a wide plain filled with waist high yellowed knotted brush.
He stared for a while heading to bed, looking at his phone its just past 2pm but he needed take a nap, “time is an illusion anyway” he said going into his room and slamming the door on his imaginary friend. He needed a plan but first rest
The next day came and went but the fluffy itch stayed in his mind, not the Pegasus tho, she only manifested in stress or low moods. Rory wasnt VERY catholic, but he thanked the lord daily for only giving him the mental illness of a cartoon white pegasus and not something that he couldnt hide.
He rand his only favoured contact in his phone
“Hi Ma”
“Hi Hun”
“Your at work”
“Yea, have dinner in the fridge, 2 mins in the microwave ok”
“I… yea, got it” Rory sighed into the phone
“Something wrong hun” her tone unwavering
“No… no, just wanted to say I love you”
“Rory, are you ok” her tone raised the alarm bells in Rories mind.
“No, Ma really I’m fine, Im just gonna clean out the dog house today”
There was a agin an echo of silence
“If your up to it, just be careful, becareful of rats ok?”
Rory nodded but then realised he was on the phone “yea ma ill be ok, love you”
“Love you too hunny bunch” she said back to him. Then a bit of a pause.
“Bye” he said and once he got her bye he hung up.
He had a garage that was full of stuff, used outdoor toys, half finished metal working stuff dog related products. Rory grabbed a bucket, soap and brush and headed to the second garage Named the “Dog House” in truth it was a 2nd Garage in the 60s grand father or his great grand father worked as an engineer and mechanic.
This was his shop and there was even a hole in the floor for working under cars, now of course boarded up and changed uses over the years to where it was now, a grave yard of dreams and memories.
Rory twisted the tap and observed the water and watched as the brown quietly turned clear. he then placed the bucket underneath and watched the water rise. Squirting in some soap it bubbled a bit but still gave him pause to think. Why is he doing this, alone, now of all times. Hes question left unanswered he moved like a machine on autopilot as he got to work.
There where 3 layers of shelf each having 4 old old someone rusted cages for a total of 24. Most of easier moved stuff was cleared out years ago, given away or dumped made Rory’s job easier. Wash out of the cage bases.
Soap, water and the brush would do fine.
Use the brush to get down and cobwebs found and blasted the rusted bars with water for good measure. Not like they can get any worse right? Once he was done and left it to hopefully dry he returned home to examine himself in the mirror. He continued cleaning well inot the after noon, turning what looked like a duty drug den, inot a regular drug den, just with no drugs, or money, any dog cages….
Anywho, Rory knew he would have to fix the rest of the garden if any chance of his idea working out even A little. Looking over into the matted and narled field of wild grass he had light bulb Idea.
Going back into the house and changing once again he grabbed a video tape from his dad’s collection.
“Hey Ma” he looked at her as her eyes had been glued to the television for the 3rd hour now
Coronation street, then emerdale, then east-enders if she makes it that far
“Come what a movie with me” Rory asked
“Im watching this” she pointed to a soap opera where 90% of all issues could be fixed if people explained themselves fully.
“It will be here when you get back, its a classic” Rory sighed with holding up the VHS tape.
His mother looked over and A look of surprise “Honey I shrunk the kids, why”
“Feels… right” Rory said with a smile.
They ordered chinese as they watched said film and Rory took notes