John and Bella
John was boring. He worked a fast food gig, he knew it wasn’t glamorous but he didn’t hate it by any means. In fact, he enjoyed the simplicity of it and didn’t have many major complaints. He did have one however, and that was the fucking customers. Those damn ass old people, the stupid fucking kids. He wasn’t much of a people person to begin with. He was pretty young, in his early 20’s and lived alone. While he didn’t much care for people, he still wanted some company. Playing his sega genesis every day was just getting lonesome. Walking around town one day, he saw a big, pastel rainbow sign that read:
“FLUFFS-R-US!”
Oh, yeah. Fluffies. John had heard of them, even ran into a few at one point. He never understood the craze but also didn’t exactly hate the idea either. He decided to stop in, just because why not. He walked around, gazing at all these fat little creatures, trying to ignore the mounds of “hooman! wookie! am bestest dancie babbeh!!” and the well known “be nyu daddeh!” until a man a bit younger than him stopped him with a deadpan voice
“can i help you find anything sir…”
“Oh! Yeah! Uh, i’m just looking. Say, all these seem fairly expensive… you wouldn’t happen to have anything for $5 would ya!?” John said, jokingly. No way a talking pet would be that cheap.
“oh yeah… go to the throw away bin. buy 5, get 5 free…”
“What the fuck?” John thought. he managed to find the discount bin and what he saw horrified him. All brown and puke green fluffies, with scars, all cowering in a corner. Most fluffies couldn’t bear to be without human interaction, but these little guys grimaced at just making eye contact with John. Most didn’t even have any legs, some with no eyes, etc.
“What’s up with these?” John asked.
“abused and dropped off here, or just bad colors we breed for snake food. they’re all a dollar each, or for the sale i mentioned earlier.”
John picked up the closest one to him. it was a brown pillowed alicorn with a puke, dull green mane. Upon inspection, it was a little filly. It seemed small, John assumed it was probably a runt.
“Hey, you gotta name?”
“y-yes nice mistuh. namesies am b-bewwa. be nyu munstah daddeh?” she asked sheepishly. scared, but despite her young age, with no fight left.
“You know what? let’s take you home. I’m not a monster. But don’t start with that ‘daddeh’ shit.”
Bella didn’t say anything, just shivered in anxiety.
“only one? fuck it, you can have her.” said the young employee.
John picked up some supplies, paid for them, and left.
Walking out the store with his cart, he wondered what lied in store for him and his new…
pet?
yeah, his new pet: Bella.