John and Bella pt. 7
John parked next to the curb and examined the state of his front lawn. a good number of policemen were standing around in his yard with his front door off the hinges. John got out of his car in a hurry, thinking there had been a break in or something worse. While John was pretty poor, he had enough money to enjoy his hobbies, mainly collecting guitars and retro games and consoles. Both of these things could definetly pay for a junkies smack habit, or just fetch a pretty penny in general, and thatâs the first place Johns mind went. He wouldnât be able to live without his US copy of Streets of Rage 3 CIB, or his boxed Sega CD collection or even his (not rare, but expensive) Hyperkin 5.
Approaching the police, they asked him
âHey, are you a Mr. Cage?â
âYes, thatâs me. What happened, officer?â
âIt looks a lot worse than it is, I promise. Neighbors heard some screaming and we may have admittedly overacted by breaking the door down. We will be paying for the damages though, we were just sticking around to let you know itâs a false alarm. Weâre sorry for the mix up.â
âScreaming?â
âAh yeah that little shitrat in there was fucking in cahoots over someone being gone, said that the âmeanie monster in my headâ was gonna come grab her again and do some weird shit, i donât know. Anyway, weâre all good here so weâll get out of your hair. Again, door is payed for.â
And then they left. Fucking pigs. John never liked them or understood the worship but whatever. Door may be broke, but nothing was stolen. Could be worse!
And sure the fuck enough, it was worse. So much worse. Upon entering his house, John saw bella in her pillowfluff kit. Her face? caked in vomit. Laying in a puddle of her own piss, with shit caked all over the wall behind her. She laid there, damn near catatonic, staring with big, buggy eyes at nothing in front of her, breathing slowly, quietly and heavily. She didnât even seem to notice John in her distress.
âWhat. The. FUCK HAPPENED HERE BELLA?!â
âBESTEST DADDAH!! BEWWA SO SCAWED!! BEWWA FINK DAT BESTEST DADDEH GU WAY FUHEBA AN-â
âSHUT THE FUCK UP!â
There was a thick silence engulfing the entire room as John stared at bella in anger. Bella, although traumatized, was smart. She was an alicorn, and one who was forced to grow up fast. She understood concepts most fluffies couldnât. She was empathetic, understanding, and was more than capable of not doing whatever the fuck she did while John was gone for 4 hours at work.
âYou listen, and you listen REAL fuckin good, kid.â John said, pointing a finger at bella and walking slowly towards her while she looked up at him with scared and sorry eyes.
âWe TALKED about this. Twice. You KNEW i had work today. You KNEW I would be gone. You KNOW youâre safe here. What the actual fuck made you think you could scream, shit, piss everywhere AND get my fucking door broken down?!â
Bella was quiet.
âBewwa jus miss daddeh⌠get scawed of odda munstah daddeh.â
âFuckin can it, kid. I donât even give a shit. Cmon itâs bath time.â
âBUH BUH DADDEH WAWA AM BA-â
âYeah, âwawa bad for fluffiesâ but getting my door knocked in is bad for me, so i donât really give a shit dude.â
He picked her up, and made his way nonchalantly to the bathroom while Bella had another crying fit, begging her daddy for no bath time, even using some of the pre programmed lines babies use, which john thought was odd. that may warrant a call to Kori later.
Despite what you may think, the bath itself was rather unceremonious. Bella did cry and beg, wiggle around a bit, but overall she was defeated. The same thing happened the day John got her, it must be due to the trauma.
While drying her off, John said to the crying thing
âyouâve been a very, very bad girl bella. and you broke daddies rules. i didnât wanna have to do this, but tonight you sleep in the sorry box.â
âNUUUUUUU!! NUUUUU DADDEH NUUUUU!!!â bella started sobbing. Hard. Not out of fear, or even for selfishness, but she knew she had been a bad fluffy. She knew bad fluffies give their daddies heart hurties and could make them turn into munstah daddies, and she knew it was all her fault.
John was unwavering though. He loved bella, genuinely, but this was too far. She may have had a rough day, but John wasnât going to let her act out like this. He picked her up, put her in a make shift sorry box (that was a bit too small and way too dark) and reminded her
âthis is what happens to bad fluffies.
DONâT. BE. A BAD. FLUFFY.â
He shut the top of the box, and walked into his room to catch some shut eye. It had been a long day, and john was simply done dealing with it.
On his way, he heard even more pre-programmed fluffy responses, like
âbabbeh am sowwy daddeh!â
âbabbeh nu knu whu du wong buh neba du again!â
weird.
That âbabyâ thing again.
Maybe John pushed her too far? Oh well, kori will be able to figure it out, iâm sure everything will be better tomorrow.
Because everything is better tomorrow when it ends on a cliffhanger like this, right?
⌠Right?