Prologue/Introduction
This story is based on Estonian Mythology, specifically on myths about ‘Kratt’, about who you can read here.
In short, Kratt is a creature one can build from everyday stuff (sticks, rocks, hay, old broken rakes, you name it). You then need to go to a crossroads at witching hour and give 3 drops of blood (to the devil) to bring life into a Kratt. The Kratt will do everything you ask and in fact yearns for work constantly. It can bring you everything or do anything you want. Keep it busy, though… You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t keep it busy. You might for example have it make a ladder out of bread or bring water from the well with a bucket, which has a huge hole in the bottom.
I took some creative liberties with Kratt and kinda mischaracterized it. It’s not usually so polite and verbose, but I imagined that it was simply too excited and curious about meeting human-created animals… I mean biotoys.
This was actually the first Fluffy story I started writing. I came back to finish it. My fluffspeak was atrocious at in the beginning.
Somewhere in Estonia…
It was an otherwise unnoteworthy autumn afternoon. Leaves were falling and the ever increasing cold was announcing the fast arrival of winter. And in a little piece of forest near a small town, were a small herd of fluffies. The herd was led by a blue smarty named Blueberry, though he always went by Smarty. He was accompanied by his special friend, Bubblegum, a pink mare with a yellow mane, who was your usual runaway. She had once lived with her little-mummah, but one day after hearing of her park friend getting becoming a mummah, she began begging for babbehs. Her big-mummah and big-daddeh didn’t allow her to have babbehs, so she ran away and met Smarty. She had three foals, four if you count the poopie-babbeh, who according to the herd was only good for numming poopies. The poopie-babbeh would spend their days suffering from tummy owwies and weeping silently. The only affection he had gotten in his life was from some of his siblings, who swiftly fell in line after punishment. The blue Smarty foal, who obviously took
after his father, was the worst, desperately wanting to give him forever sleepies. His parents thought it was better for him to give lickie cleanies than be dead. The Smarty also had a brother named Banana. You can guess what color he was.
The autumn was rough and they definately didn’t have enough food for the cold times. In fact, they were extremely worried about their chances at survival. To say that Estonian winters were rough would be an understatement. Fluffies in, say, Florida or Spain didn’t have to worry about a thing really, but in Northern Europe things were different. Estonia is in the same Latitude as the Alaskan panhandle (though the Gulf Stream does help), this means that basically all ferals (with their fur not being good for insulation and being designed for indoor living instead of northern wilderness survival) die in the winter if not helped or sheltered.
They were sitting in their nest, all huddled together in the little burrow they had dug into a small hill together. It kept the cold winds out and was a nice hiding place, far from civilization, humans and scawy munstahs.
“Huu huu, nu hab enuff nummies fo cowdie timesies huuu, wa du?” Bananas special friend Mandarin was crying. “Nu mo bewwies an gud nummies huu HUU NU WAN GU FOWEBA SWEEPIES HUUU”
The Smarty was quite worried too, though he didn’t want to show it. While this was Mandarin’s first winter as a feral, smarty had survived one before, though barely. He knew how harsh a winter could be and that they were, to say politely, fucked. His brother had suggested going to the town to beg some food, but he still remembered how they lost Cucumber. They ran up to a house and Smarty announced that this was his land now and requested that the dummeh hoomin give them sketty, warm beddies, toysies, teebee and… The human shut the door, then came back with a hunting rifle, shot his friend in the face, screamed at them and closed the door. Coward… Smarty couldn’t even give him sorry-hoofies… From that day onward he hated every human. He never wanted to see the town again.
Bubblegums eyes lighted up “Bubbwegum kno wat du! Wen Bubbwegum wiv in housie, widdow mummah an fwuffy gu tu uh… open aiw moose… muu… moo-see-um! A nice mistah teww mummah an fwuffy, dat many fowebas ago, hoomins made Kwatts”
“Kwatt? Wa am dat?” Asked Blueberry.
“Hoomin say dat Kwatt am munstah, bu gud munstah!”
“Siwwy Bubbwegum, dewe am nu gud munstahs!” Banana barked back.
“Pwease wisten tu fwuffy. Hoomin say dat wen ’ou ge Kwatt, den Kwatt am bwing nummies an’ oda fings”
The other fluffies were interested, Smarty asked “Wheve fwuffies fin Kwatt-munstah?”
“Fwuffies nee mak Kwatt fwuffsewf. Mistah say nee sticksies an gwassies an wocks an wateba can find! Den gu tu a pwacesie wheve tu an’ anoda tu woadsies meet at dawkie times an pu Kwattie togetha. Den nee tu gib sum boo-boo joos an Kwatt comes awibe and gibs anyfing ou’ wan. Am hoomin majik!”
After a long evening of discussion and debate (if you can really call it that), things were settled. Tomorrow, they will get a Kratt.
The next day was a big workday. All fluffies were sent out by the Smarty to gather resources. They were all starving, but they had hope as they knew it would all be worth it. Even some foals were giving their best, picking grassies and pebbles with their small mouthies. They only exceptions were the brown poopie-babbeh and the bestest. The brown foal was obviously too tired and sick and all together too preoccupied with eating poopies. The bestest was obviously too good for work and instead insisted on riding on her mummahs fluff, while she worked, and constantly pestering her for milkies.
They had a large blanket in their disposal, onto which they gathered all the material.They then gathered everybody together and started dragging the material on the blanket to the quiet four-way crossroads near their hideout. It was already night time and they quickly tried to assemble the creature with what they had gathered. What they managed to put together was actually quite impressive for fluffies. Then came the last instruction, which Bubblegum recounted.
“Nao… huuu nao nee boo-boo joos huuu”
They had completely forgotten about the boo-boo juice… Though Smarty, as always, was quick to pitch a good idea.
“Smawty kno! Gib poopie-babbeh huwties an tak boo-boo joos!”
The herd congratulated Smarty on being so smart as the brown foal started chirping and crying uncontrollably. WHY??? Hadn’t he suffered enough? He still loved his family! He still loved his herd! WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING? He just wants milkies. He just wants love. He just wants to love and play with his siblings…
Bubblegum took the foal by the scruff and Smarty took his little leggie and broke it with his mouth. The foal let out a high-pitched scream as the droplets of blood trickled down and hit the figure made up of rocks, twigs and grass.
Suddenly the wind picked up. The dead fallen leaves started moving, then flying around the herd and the figure. They were beginning to get scared. The trees rustled and the pebbles rocked, until… BAM
The figure started moving into the air, gained an upright position and then fell down as the leaves and trees became still. All fluffies were shaking with fear, all except the brown foal who was too preoccupied screaming from pain.
The creature moved and tested out it’s new body. It looked around, analysing it’s surroundings, until finally noticing the herd. He looked at them in utter confusion
The Smarty took a few brave steps forward and yelled. “Am ou’ Kwatt munstah?”
The Kratt looked at him with a blank stare. “What?”
“AM OU’ KWATT MUNSTAH DUMMEH!”
”Oh… OH! Are you who I think you are?” He snickered. ”Oh, we’ve had a lot of talk about you guys downstairs hehe…This is my first time seeing you creatures… Fluffies, eh? Those humans sure went craz…”
”YUS AM FWUFFIES AN NU CAWE ABOU HOOMINS DUMMEH! AM OU’ KWATTIE MUNSTAH? NEE GIB HEWD BESTES NUMMIES AN HOUSIE AN WAWMSIES AN TOYSIES NAO!!!”
”Haha, they weren’t lying, you’re just as horrible as I imagined! Humans simply aren’t fit for creating creatures! But as for your question, indeed I am a… ’Kwatt’, hehe”
The Smarty stomped his hooves ”DEN KWATTIE MUNSTAH GIB HEWD BESTES NUMMIES AN HOUSIE AN…”
”BUT YOU DIDN’T SUMMON ME!” The Kratt yelled back.
”AN… w-wha… WA DUMMEH MUNSTAH SAY HEWD MAK OU’ AN DU EBAHWYFING WITE! HEWD FIN ROCKSIES AN STICKSIES AN GWASSIES AN PU OU’ TOGETHA! EBEN GIB OU’ BOO-BOO JOOS FWOM POOPIE-BABBEH! DUMMEH! GIB NUMMIES TU GUD FWUFFIES WITE NAO!”
”Poopie-Baby?” He looked at the herd and noticed the bleeding chirping and wailing malnourished foal on the pavement. ”Oh… But see, that’s the thing. One has to use their own blood, or ’boo-boo juice’ snickers, to summon me! And it seems I’ve found the one!”
The Kratt started stepping towards the herd, while staring at the foal like a hawk. He went to pick the chirping foal up. The Smarty, who had taken up a defensive pose as he saw the Kratt approaching, started screaming at the monster together with the whole herd.
”NUUU NU TAK POOPIE-BABBEH NEE POOPIE-BABBEH FO NUM POOPIES DUMMEH! DUUUMMMMEEEEHH! SMAWTY GON GIB OU’ SOWWY-HOOFSIES!”
He started launching himself towards the munstah, but with a wipe of the creatures twig-hand, the whole herd was blown back with an invisible force. Kratt took the little scared shaking foal into his hands and gave it a little pet. The Smarty tried rushing towards them, put there was an invisible force field.
”W-WA AM DIS DUMMEH? WA HABBENIN? WAI NU CAN MOBE? DUMMEH, SMAWTY NEE GIB OU’ SOWWY-HOOFSIES! DUUUMMMEEHH!!”
The Kratt sniffed the little foals broken leg. ”Well, hi there little one! So you’re the creature whose blood summoned me! I’ve been a Kratt since time immemorial and I don’t believe I’ve ever served a non-human before, hehe. This is quite exciting. I’m curious just to see what you’ll ask for!”
The foal, still shaking and peeping, cried with a small, weak voice. ”P-pwease huu huu PEEP pwease nu huwt babbeh am jus widdow babbeh huu huu”
”Oh, don’t worry. I’m your personal Kratt, your personal servant. All I ask for you is work for me to do. Do you have a name, little one?”
”CHIRP Nu huu huu nu hab namesie babbeh am tuu widdow an… huu huu hewd caww babbeh poopie-babbeh PEEP huu huu”
”Well, that won’t do! How about I give you a new name? How about…”
”MASTER?”
