(pls tell me how i did im new to writing stuff like this!! sorry if its bad)
It was a cold, harsh and quiet winter night, the falling snow was the only thing that could be seen due to how dark it was outside. A small fluffy family, consisting of a mother and her three foals, were all walking on the shoveled sidewalk, shivering, mummahs “bestest babbeh”, a pink, chubby babbeh with wings, was sleeping on the mummahs scruff, His other two siblings, consisting of a yellow earthy and another pink one with a horn, were both on the mummahs back too. The mummah knew she had to find a housie, she spent the night knocking on every door in the neighborhood, nobody was answering! she was so appalled that nobody would help her and her precious babbehs! That was until she knocked on one specific door.
The person who greeted her was a little girl with pigtails, wearing a blue sweater. She looked down at the fluffy family, and the mummah said “Pwease nice wady! Wet babbehs in! nee’ wawm housie an toysies fow babbehs! Babbehs nee’ nummies…huuhuu…”
The little girl squealed from excitement, “Mommy! Mommy! come look! its a bunch of fluffy ponies!” She yelled to her mother. The mother didn’t answer, So the girl took matters into her own hands.
“Uhh… I like this one with the wings!” The girl said as she pulled the chubby pink babbeh from his mothers scruff
“Pwease be caweful wit’ bestes’ babbeh! Nee’ mummah! Put bestes’ babbeh down!!” The mummah frantically said to the little girl as her hooves pitter pattered on the porch.
“Its okay! I’m gonna take good care of your little babbeh! My mom won’t let me keep these, so I cant take all of you! I’m sorry! Bye bye!” The little girl said as she held the chubby babbeh in one hand, closing the door with the other. The mummahs screeches could be heard from the outside.
On the outside, the mother was scratching at the door with her hoofsies, unknowingly dropping her two other babbehs off her back.
“NUUUU! SCREEEEE! NEE’ BABBEH! GIB’ BABBEH BACK PWEAAAASE MEANIE WADY! BABBEH NEE’ MUMMAHHH! WAI TAKE BABBEH AWAY! NEE’ BABBEHHHHH!” The mummah yelled as she scratched at the door violently, sobbing as she begged for her precious babbeh to be returned to her, her two foals cheeped and peeped on the ground, panicked and confused. They fell onto the snowy, cold porch, they didn’t know what was going on! They wanted their mummahs huggies.
Inside the warm house, The little girl instantly ran up to her large room. “Okay! I’m gonna take the bestest care of you! Your soooo cute!” She squealed as she set the sleeping babbeh down on her pink dresser.
“I don’t have any kibble, and I don’t know how to make sketties… Hm… Dogfood is the same thing as kibble, right?” She thought to herself as she went downstairs to go retrieve food for the foal.
The foal slowly awoken to a pink bedroom full of dolls and stuffed animals, Scared and confused, he began cheeping and crying out for his mummah. The poor little babbeh was so scared! He just wanted huggies and milkies from his mummah.
The little girl rushed back in with a handful of dogfood, she set it down on the dressed in front of the foal. “Okay! I got you food! Eat up!” She said happily as she waited for the foal to start eating.
The little foal, still unable to eat solids, could not eat this dogfood and simply sniffed it, confused as to what it was. “Why aren’t you eating?” The little girl asked curiously.
“I guess your not hungry.” She said as she put the dogfood into the corner. “You will eat later, for now, we have to play! and give you a name!” She said as she picked the little foal up.
“How about… Cuteness! That is your new name! cuteness! since your soooo cute! I love you so much Cuteness! I’m gonna get you the bestest toys! and bed! and food ever! I’ll love you forever and ever!” She exclaimed as she held the foal tight in her arms, The foal didn’t know who this person was, but it wasnt his mummah, and he was still so scared. He began sobbing and cheeping as he wanted to leave and run away back to his mummah.
“Why are you crying, Cuteness? Oh no! its okay! don’t cry!”
The foal, in a panic, began making scaredy poopies on the childs hands. “Eww! Bad cuteness! BAD!” The little girl yelled as she dropped the foal out of her arms and onto her chair on accident. Thankfully, the foal wasn’t too hurt from the fall, thank goodness he didnt land on the floor! Regardless, the foal was still startled and scared, he began attempting to crawl away, the little girl picked him up, frustrated and upset.
“Bad Cuteness! You need a punishment, How should I punish you… Oh! I know!”
She ran to her old sketchers light up shoes shoebox, and put the foal in there. “You will stay in here for the whoooole night! And i’ll pick you up and take you out in the morning! Hmph!” She said as she closed the shoebox and taped it shut with some scotch tape from her crafting drawer.
The little frightened foal was rapidly cheeping and peeping, he was soo hungry, he was soo sad. He just wanted his mummah, his siblings, and milkies. His panicked cheeps and peeps slowly began getting quieter and quieter as he dozed off to sleep, exhausted from crying and the lack of food.
In the morning, The little girl groggily got up, and checked her alarm clock, it read 6:40 AM.
“Oh no! I’m gonna be late!” She yelled as she got up and rushed to the bathroom to get ready, forgetting about the foal in her shoebox.
The foal slowly awoke to the little girl rushing around the house getting ready for school, He let out quiet chirps trying to alert her to let him out. The little girl did not hear her, as she was rushing around in a panic trying to get ready for school.
“Lizzie! Get in the car now! Your going to be late! Your brother is staying home from school because hes sick! so don’t yell at him to get up like you did last time!” The little girls parents yelled from downstairs.
“I’m coming, mommy!” Lizzie yelled as she rushed downstairs, leaving the foal in the cold, dark and lonely shoebox.
The little foal slowly got up and scratched at the shoebox. he let out quiet “cheeps” and “peeps”.
In the car, Lizzie sat in the backseat. She felt like she was forgetting something, but she just brushed it off. She overheard her mother talking to her father about two dead fluffy foals she found outside on the porch. She didn’t hear the rest of the conversation though, as she put on her headphones.
In the house, the foals cries for help began getting louder and louder, You could vaguely hear them inside Lizzie’s room. The little foal heard rummaging and somebody walking in the room, The foal began chirping louder than ever. The shoebox opened, and a male child, around 12 or 13 years old, looked at the little foal. “What the…” He quietly said to himself as he gave the foal a weird look.
The foal was so scared that he made sorry poopies again! He rushed to the corner and hid himself with his hoofsies, so scared of the mistah. He cheeped and peeped wildly, attempting to call out for his mother, convinced that shes still around.
“When did Lizzie get a fluffy?” He said to himself as he picked the foal up by the arm. Causing a very loud screech and chirping. “Aren’t these just like furbies but 10 times more complicated? what fun is that?” He said to himself as he giggled a little bit at the noise the fluffy was producing when harmed. He put the foal on the dresser and laughed at how stupid it looked. “Look at it waddling around! haha!” He said as he chuckled and pulled his phone out. “Fuck school, this is way more fun!” He said as he began recording the panicking foal.
The foal began cheeping and peeping wildly, confused as to what the phone was, he waddled up to it and began sucking on the corner of the phone. “What the fuck! Gross!” The boy yelled as he pulled the phone away and slapped the foal away.
The foal rolled away and started sobbing. Cheeping and peeping desperately for his good mummah. “I guess I should at least TRY to take care of you, I guess. I don’t want Lizzie to be sad.” He murmured as he picked it up and walked down to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, after cleaning his phone, he searched up what fluffy foals eat. He pulled out a milk jug and poured some of the milk onto a spoon, he put it next to the fluffy and the fluffy began drinking it, making short coos of happiness, he was so hungry, he didn’t eat for days!
The child heard faint scratching on the front door. He checked to see what it was through the curtain, leaving the foal behind in the kitchen. He opened up the door to see a cold mummah weakly looking up at him.
“Pwease… gib babbeh back… otha’ babbehs gu fowebah sweepies… aww mummahs fauwt… mummah am bad mummah… pwease gib babbeh back… babbeh nee’ mummah… hab wowstest heawt huwties…” The mummah weakly said as tears rolled down her face.
The foal, from the kitchen, recognised the voice, It was MUMMAH! He began cheeping and peeping wildly, trying to call for her. The mummah heard this and her eyes widened in happiness. “Dat am babbeh! Babbeh! BABBEH! MUMMAH AM HEWE! Babbeh am hewe! Pweaaase nice mistah! Wet mummah in! Nee’ see babbeh!” The mummah asked happily.
“Hmm…well I know that I cant hurt the foal, because its my sisters and i’d feel awful if I damaged her property…” The child said as he picked the heavy mummah up and held her like a mother would cradle a baby, closing the front door and locking it. The mummah took this as him adopting her. “Wub nyu daddeh! Fankyoo suuu muchies! Hab skettie nummies?” She asked happily as she coo’d and nuzzled up on the childs chest.
“But you don’t belong to anyone…so I can do whatever the fuck I want with you…” He said as he began smiling, placing her on the table next to the foal, the foal waddled up to her and nuzzled up next to her, cooing happily. “It am otay babbeh… Nice daddeh adopt mummah… su awways be wit’ yu… Wan’ huggies fwom mummah? Wub bestes’ babbeh!” She said happily as she pulled the foal closer to her cold body.
“And I always wanted to hurt one of these things.” The child said as he dragged the mummah away from the foal and to the other side of the kitchen table. Wielding a kitchen knife behind his back.
“Whuh? Whuh am doin’, nyu daddeh? Skettie time?” She asked curiously and happily, still oblivious to her impending doom. “No. It isn’t skettie time.” He ominously said in a monotone voice.
“Den whuh am nyu daddeh doin?” She asked curiously.
“Amputation.” he said.
Just then, he pulled out the kitchen knife from behind his back, and held the mummah down. “Whuh am nyu daddeh doin!? Nu wike! Wan’ get up! Whuh am shawpy tingy?” She said slightly worried as she squirmed around in his grasp. Just then.
SLICE!
It was a clean slice and before you knew it, one of the mummahs front leggies was cut clean off, severed off her body. The mummah began screeeching violently.
SCREEEEEEEEE! “WAI NYU DADDEH TAKE WEGGIES!? WAI! WAI WAI! NU WIKE! SABE MUMMAHHHH!!! SABE MUMMMMAAAAHHHH! NU KNOW WUT DU WONG! BUT PWOMISE BE GUD MUMMAHHHH! TAKE CAWE OF BABBEBHHHSSSS!!!” She screeched out as she flailed in his grasp.
“We still got 3 limbs to go, girl! This is really gonna hurt, like, a LOT.” He said with a smile on his face as he began slicing through the other front leggie, this time way more slower and painful, clearly trying to tease the mummah. The mummah could only let out a long, agonizing “SCREEEEE!” from the pain, she flailed her two back leggies around, panicking and sobbing. How could her precious new daddeh do this to her!? She didn’t do anything at all!
The foal could not see what was happening, but he knew it was horrible, His mummah’s screeches were enough to make him start bawling too. He began cheeping and peeping for his mummah, frightened and needing protection. Curled into a ball, the poor little foal was cheeping rapidly, confused as to why his mummah was screaming so much.
The child flipped the mummah onto her stomach and began severing one of her back leggies off. “Aww! so sad! your leggies hate you so much that their running away! haha!” He said mockingly as he recorded the amputation on his phone. The mummahs screeching did not halt, if anything, they got louder and more violent. The mummah could not even form coherent words anymore, she was so shocked and in pain. The child was surprised that she was even still conscious.
The child moved onto the final leggie. Pressing the knife right up to the leggie. “Do you have anything you wanna say to try and convince me not to take your final leggie? You have one chance to try and convince me, go on, state your plea!”
The mummah began trying to compose herself in an attempt to save her last leggie. “MUMMAH NEE’ WEGGIES’ FO’ HUGGIES TU’ BABBEHS! NEE WEGGIES FO’ WAWKIES! NEE’ HUGGIES FO EBWYTING! PWEAAASE MUNSTAH DADDEH… GIB-”
“MONSTER DADDY?” The child repeated as he screamed at her. Beginning to slowly slice the leg off.
“NUUUU! NU MEAN DAT! NU TAKE WEGGIIIEEESS! MUMMAH MEAN TU SAY BESTES’ DADDEH! NU MUNSTAH DADDEH! PWEAAAASE NU TAKE WEGGGGIIIEEE! NU WIIIIIKE! BABBEH NEE’ HUGGIIIIESSSS FWOM MUMMAAAHHH!” The mother desperately plead to her daddeh as she felt the stinging pain in her last leg as it was being cut through slowly.
“YOUR NOT CONVINCING ME HERE, GIRL!” The child said as he began cutting deeper into the leggie, the pain was too much and the mummah could not beg no more, only screaming.
The last leg was sliced off, and all of the legs were dumped into the trashcan. The mummah was still screeching from the pain, attempting to get up and run. But she was unable to, she hated this, she hated daddeh, she hated having no leggies! Why would her beloved daddeh do this!?
“BUUHUUU! Mummah nu know whuh du wong! Mummah du nuffin wong! Amma gud mummah! Jus’ wan hug babbehs! NU HUG BABBEH NO MOWE! NUUUUUU!!! BUUUUHUUUHUUUU!!” The mummah said as she squealed and sobbed on the kitchen table.
“Jeez, shut the fuck up for once! No wonder people love to hurt these things hehe…” He said as he picked the mummah up by the hair and dragged her to his room downstairs. The mummah was screeching and yelling “BAD UPSIIIESS! NU WIKEEE!” the entire time, so fucking ANNOYING! He tossed her onto the closet floor. The mummah layed there sobbing, cold, unloved, and heartbroken.
“Now i’ve gotta clean up all that blood! thanks a lot, you pussy!” The child said as he slammed the closet shut. wandering back to the kitchen where the foal layed there in a pool of his own mummahs blood.
The child took the foal out of the blood, and walked upstairs to the bathroom, where he was going to wash the foal.
After a quick rinse and drying, he walked back to his sisters room and placed him back in the shoebox, but not before putting a small little spoon holding milkies in there too. After the foal slurped the milkies up, the child closed the shoebox, leaving the foal in darkness once again.
The little foal, who just witnessed his own mother being tortured, began crying. Still confused and uncertain as to what happened with his mummah, and why she isn’t here anymore, he sat there teary eyed, letting out quiet occasional chirps.
In the boys room, the mummah sat there. talking to herself “Jus’ wan gib wast babbeh huggies… Nu am bad mummah… wai munstah daddeh take weggies away… jus’ wan huggies an’ wub an’ skettie nummies…su babbeh gwow big an’ stwong…wan weggies…” She talked to herself quietly.
The child slowly opened the closet and looked down at the weak, defenseless mummah. He ominously asked. “Which one do you like more? Your see placies or your talkie placies?” He asked with a weird smile.
The oblivious mother answered with “Wike see pwacies mowe… wub seein’ babbehs wun an’ pway… wai askin, mu-bestes’ daddeh…?..buuhuu…” She looked up at her daddeh with a sad look.
“Just wanted to know!” He said as he fiddled with a pair of scissors he held behind his back.
“We are gonna have so much fun together.” He said.