Lost in Transit (A Sadbox Fluffy Christmas Story) [By Bread]
Robot had never been so happy as the day he was adopted, except maybe the day he met his new daddeh! He was a happy Teal fluffy with light blue mane and tail, and the super bestest wingies and a nice horny, an Alicorn, or sometimes a munstah fluffy, but luckily for him he never knew he was a munstah fluffy, he came from a good breeder that had planned out for a bunch of stock to be ready for the holiday rush.
Robot was a present! That was so funny, he was a present? That was silly, but it meant he got a new daddeh, so that was okay! A big not mummah human came and picked him up, saying her son would love Robotâs colors! She didnât give him a name, which he really really wanted, but that was okay, she said her son would be his daddeh and that heâd give him a name! That made him so so excited!
Because Robot was a present, he had to stay hidden in the attic until, âchristmas eveâ. He didnât know what that was, but apparently it was when daddehs got fluffies, so he was so excited for Christmas Eve! It was cold up there, and he got really bored because he wasnât allowed to make too much noiseies. Not mummah said that he had to be the moistest quietest fluffy until she came to get him, or he wouldnât be a surprise for his new daddeh!
But Robot was a young fluffy, and he really really wanted to play! So he found quiet games, like playing with the ball, or soft blockies not mummah gave him, but he got really bored after a while. It felt like forevers before not mummah would come visit him, every time so many forevers! Really it was about a week she kept him up there, but a week was a long time for a young fluffy like him! He was at the tail end of being a young fluffy, so a week was so many forevers!
Finally though, after a day spent shivering as he tried to sleep, sad and bored and so so lonely, mummah came up, and this time took him with her! He was a babbling happy mess of excitement, and she got a meanie face and shushed him.
âBe quiet, fluffy. If youâre too loud, heâll wake up. I have to get you ready for your new daddy.â
He shut right up and nodded. He was a good fluffy! He wanted a new daddeh!
When she brought him downstairs, he saw the most prettiest bestest things ever! He saw a suuuuper big tree covered in shiny things and pretty lighties! It was amazing! Heâd never seen anything so pretty!
He wasnât ready for darkies. She stuck him in a box with little air holes and some toysies and a blankie, and a tiny litter box, but nothing to let him see! She told him that early in the morning, heâd meet his new daddeh, then closed up the box and wrapped it up. He was left in scary darkies, butâŚhe was so excited! He was gonna have a new daddeh!
Eventually, he got bored and, after a haphazard use of the litterbox in the dark, he went to sleep. It was a lot easier to sleep here, it was so nice and warm! He slept soundly until, suddenly he was woken up by munstah noises! He gasped and huddled low to the ground, scared, almost scared enough to make scaredy poopies. But then he realized, it wasnât a munstah! He could hearâŚa kid human! He got so excited, and was about to call out to the kid, but then stopped. No, not mummah said to be quiet. So, he stayed quiet.
He heard his soon new daddeh playing with toysies! There were bells that jingled all pretty, lots of weird crinkling and soon new daddeh was talking about his âstockingâ. He didnât know what that was, but it must be a really fun toy! Before long though, he felt his box move!
He sat up and was ready and waiting to meet his new daddeh! There was ripping, the box moved around a lot which made it hard to stay up, but he did! Finally, the top popped off, and the box fell apart, the walls falling away, and there a big little human was looking down at him in surprise. He smiled and raised a hoof, âH-hewwo! Am fwuffy. You be new daddeh?â
The boy gasped, tossed away the top of the box, and picked him up to hug him. âA Fluffy! And you look so cool!â he hugged him tight to himself.
Robot, not yet named still, was a bit shocked at uppies, but was so happy for a hug! Heâd been so so lonely since leaving his family and friends back at fluffy place. He pushed his hoofs into him and cooed happily, âWuv huggies!â
After a nice hug, the boy set him down and pat his head. âIâm Thomas. Whatâs your name?â
âNu hab namsies yet. Not mummah say new daddeh gib. You is new daddeh?â
âSure! So I can give you a name?â
He nodded.
âHmmâŚâ he looks over him a few times, then goes, âWell you look really cool, so your name should be cool too! And nothing is cooler than Robots! How about Robot?â
âWobot? Is namesies?â
âYeah! Robot! Do you like it?â
âW-wobotâŚWobot wuv new namesies! Dank yu!â And that was the story of how Robot got a new daddeh and his namesies! After that, Robot had the bestest day of his whole life! Not mummah came to the pretty place full of pretty, huge blockies and other pretty shapes, and his daddeh Thomas started opening up the blockies! They were gifts, like him, and Robot was wondering if heâd get more fluffy friends since he was a gift. But no, there was lots of toysies!
âI got you a new coat too. The school still hasnât found where you lost yours.â Daddehâs mummah said, and it was a really nice warm looking coat! It was the same color as Robot!
They played with Daddehâs new toysies all day! Then, they got super yummy nummies! He got to have some really sweet thingies he couldnât remember the name of, and then for dinner? Sketties! His first ever Sketties! Then after that they played with toysies again! And after everything, after the bestest ever day ever ever of his whole life, he even got a super comfy new bed! He curled right up, and daddeh even put his blankie on him. His best was set up right next to the super pretty tree with all its lights, and he fell asleep the happiest he could ever be.
The next week wasnât quite as happy, but it was still the bestest week ever. They played together every day. And while he didnât get Sketties every night, his kibble was still yummy, and he got Sketties one more time on âFridayâ, which was apparently what the day was called. Who knew days had namesies?
Daddeh had so many new toys, and they were so fun to play with! He had all these new super fun games they would play, and Robot was always happy to play pretend with him. He didnât always understand what Daddeh meant, but he would try anyway! They played and watched fun movies and cartoons, and Daddeh even started to teach Robot to pretend to be a robot!
At the end of his first week, there was another fun time! People were over, he got lots of attention from nice grownups, lots of good food, and he saw a pretty ball drop on the big tv! âHappy New Yeaws!â he joined in with the others, especially Daddeh.
But then, after his first week there, Daddeh started talking about going to see his daddeh. How they needed to go on a plane to get there, and how much fun it would be. Robot didnât know why Daddehâs Daddeh would be so far away, but he was excited that Daddeh was excited! But then Robot learned he couldnât come. That made him really sad, and gave him such heart hurties. Did he do something wrong? He wanted to be with Daddeh! He loved his Daddeh!
Daddeh saw this, and called his Daddeh on the phone thingy, and begged to bring Robot. It took a while, but then Robot got told he was going to see Daddehâs Daddeh too! He was so excited again!
Later that week, Daddeh packed up a biiiig rolly bag he called a, âsuitcaseâ, put lots of clothes and gamies and toysies into it, then put Robotâs toysies in there too, like his ball! The next morning, they got up early, and Robot went with his blankie into his carrier. It was cramped, but Daddeh said that was because it was for planes. Still, it was juuuust big enough for him to turn around in, and he had room to lay down. Heâd be bored, but then heâd be in a whole new other homie!
There was a loooong car ride, and Daddeh kept telling Robot all about his own Daddeh, and his Daddehâs housie, and how fun and cool it was! Robot couldnât wait, he was so excited! Daddeh was always really fun, so if he said something was fun, it had to be really fun! Then they got to the âairportâ and it was so bright and loudies. It took a long time, and he had to get pulled out and poked and touched by some strange lady that looked meanies, but finally they were in, and Daddehâs mummah waved goodbye to them as they went in.
Daddeh was aâŚunacomâŚin a cupâŚminorâŚRobot didnât remember how to say it. But it meant Daddeh got a nice adult to bring him to his place to sit and then wait for the plane. Daddeh kept talking to Robot about stuffs, and Robot was happy to play games with him as they waited! Especially I spy! It was so fun, and Daddeh was so smarties at it!
Finally they got on their plane, and the nice lady said Robot had to go under the seat, where it was darkies! He shook his head, âN-nu wikeâŚpwease nice wady, Wobot can stay on Daddehâs wap?â
âSorry little guy, itâs policy and for the safety of both of you. He can pull your carrier up a bit when weâre up in the air, but have to have you under there for departure and landing.â
He whined but listened, looking at Daddeh with a frown. But Daddeh smiled, âItâs okay, Robot. When weâre up really really high, Iâll show you the view out the window. Weâre gonna fly super super high!â
Robot gasped. Fly? For real? Planes did that? Heâd always wanted to fly with his wingies, but they never worked hard enough! âFwy? Weawwy? Am su happy!â
âMhm, I promise. Just get comfy for now.â Then, carefully, Robot was tuffed under Daddehâs seat.
It was darkies, and he saw lots of feetsies walking by them, but he knew Daddeh was right there, he could see his legs! It was okay. So he got comfy and waited. Then when takeoff happened, he could feel it! Lots of noises and rumbling and the âcaptainâ saying stuffs. Robot got really scared, but he didnât make scaredy poopies! Almost maybe, but he didnât!
Then, after several forevers, Daddeh pulled Robot up and smiled at him. âOkay, you gotta see this, Robot!â Daddeh pressed his carrier close to the window, and Robotâs jaw dropped. His legs shoot and he fell, frightened by how up high they were, but it was always the bestest thing ever!
âW-we isâŚwe is fwyin! We is weawwy fwyin! Wobot Fwy!â He flapped his wings, what amount he could in his carrier, and for a little while, he had the best time! They played some more games, he got to see out the window again, and then Daddeh put him back down under his chair, saying he was sleepy and was going to nap. Robot was sad to go back down, but understood needing a nice nap, and decided to take one too.
It was a really good nap. Really it was. But it had been too good of one, for both of them. When Thomas woke up, the plane was finishing its landing. He was only ten, and groggily got up, made sure he had his stuff and his backpack from the overhead storage, and left with the rest of the people on the plane. Heâd forgotten his new best little buddy like a his coat at school. Not wanting to forget it, not meaning to forget it, but completely forgetting in that moment that heâd had anything left to forget. His fluffy was too new, and heâd taken this plane ride plenty of times now. The nice lady that came to get him forgot too, so much already on her mind, and they were gone before anyone knew it.
Thomasâs dad was so excited to see him that they hugged and got him to the car, figuring his son had decided not to bring his new fluffy along, and happy for it since he didnât care for the things. Thomas was so excited to see his dad and the fun times they would have the rest of his winter break, that he didnât even think about what was missing, though he knew there was something.
And then there was poor Robot. He slept soundly, dreaming of flying for real with his wingies so super high up, soaring through the sky! It was the best dream ever, and it kept him happily off in dream land for a long time. All it took was a simple overlook by the staff as they cleaned, and his carrier was completely missed on their post-flight cleanup. Robot only awoke an hour too late to a completely empty plane, left idle between uses. He cried out, tears welling up as he realized heâd been left behind!
He cried and shouted and stomped, having a full-on meltdown as he realized Daddeh had forgotten him! It had to be a mistake, it had to be! Why would Daddeh be so nice and then abandon him? He wouldnât! Maybe a munstah ate him? Oh no! But if a munstah ate Daddeh, what would happen to him then? What would happen to Robot now?
It took another two hours of him crying himself out and yelling into the voice before finally, finally, the next flight crew started to do a walkthrough and get things ready for the upcoming flight. He tried a few times, but then finally got loud enough as a pair of feet was passing by to be noticed. âP-pwease! Wobot is down hewe! Hewp!â
A tired, and now annoyed, male flight attended looked down with baggy eyes and sighed, grabbing the carrier and pulling it up roughly, sending Robot to the back of the carrier and hitting him against the chair as he was pulled up. âOwies!â
âDammitâŚweâve got a damn fluffy left behind again!â he called up, pulling the carrier around, not caring that it hit seats on the way out.
âAgain? How do people lose them? They can talk!â a womanâs voice responded.
âDunno. Think this is another abandoned one?â
âDunnoâŚitâs got the tags on the bag still, so probably not. Go give it to the baggage guys, theyâll take care of it.â
The guy groaned, and brought him out of the plane. Robot was relieved, they must be bringing him to Daddeh! But then they were outside, and it was so cold! He shivered and curled up with his blankie, as he was carried down some stairs and brought to some people talking.
âHey guys. Got a fluffy left behind. Bring it back to check in.â
âWhatever.â One said, and the guy holding him put him down next to all the bags.
Robot tried to talk to the men, but they ignored him as they worked, bringing the bags onto the plane one after the other. It was so coldâŚin the time it took for them to finish, heâd tried to get his blanket around himself, but all heâd done is get himself stuck in it. He was cold, hungry, thirsty, and so scared.
Finally, they pushed his carrier to the center of their big luggage car, and drove off. One of them grabbed him, brought him in, not handling his carrier any nicer than the first guy, and brought him to some desk with a lady behind it.
âLost fluffy. Currently flight 517, so whatever came before that.â Then the guy left, and the woman huffed.
âCould have at least waited for me to say Iâd take care of itâŚâ she mumbled, before pulling the carrier over to herself and looking inside. âHey little guy. You lose your human?â
âY-yes!â She seemed nice. Finally, a nice human. âMe namesies is Wobot. Wub Daddeh and nu can see him!â
She grabbed at something, pulling off the tags Daddehâs mummah had put on his carrier, setting them down next to her keyboard and typing things out. âThatâs awful. Well donât worry, weâll find him. Iâm sure he didnât mean to forget you. With these tags here, we can figure out who he is.â
He nodded, and relaxed. Okay, so it was an accident! Good. He squirmed around, âNice wady? Can Wobot come out? Need use wittew box and dwink wawa and eat nummies.â
She sighed, âAlready demandingâŚâ this lady had dealt with plenty of lost pets. And only fluffies would go from thankful to demanding and whining. It didnât matter that Robot was just desperate for these things, she was immediately annoyed at him. The only good thing about fluffies was they couldnât bite you and actually do damage.
âListen you little shitrat.â Her voice was suddenly a lot meaner, and Robot froze up. âIâm going to help you when I can. Youâre going to sit there and wait while I do my job, and maybe, maybe we can get you back to your human. But if you keep this up youâll never see him again, got it?â
He whimpered and nodded. What had he done?
âGood.â She picked up his carrier, brought it to a corner, and set it down. âIâll get to you when I can.â She went back to her computer and started looking up the tag, but all Robot knew was he was scared and missed Daddeh, but at least in here he was warm.
It was a long time before she finally paid attention to him again. Heâd had an accident in his blankie, not able to hold out any longer, but not wanting to bother the lady again. He really loved his blankie tooâŚ
âDammitâŚyou really couldnât tell me you needed to use the litter box?â
âB-bu-â
âShut it, shitratâŚugh. Couldnât get a well behaved oneâŚâ The woman had had a long day already, and not great experience with Fluffies. Robot just didnât understand. âWhatever. Here.â She set down a little plastic soup container full of water and opened up the front of his carrier. âI donât have a litter box or anything like food, just drink and stay there for now.â
âO-otayâŚâ he said quietly, eagerly drinking up the water. It was a relief, and did manage to fill his stomach a bit at least. But he felt so gross being against his own peepee, and he was getting close to needing to do more than that, and he really didnât want to make her angrier.
He kept his mouth shut as long as he could, completely ignored, âW-wady? Pwease, Wobot needs ta make poopiesâŚâ
âHuh? Oh, shitâŚwhy didnât you tell me?!â
âW-wobot sowwyâŚâ
âWhateverâŚIâll be right back.â She hurried off, and Robot fought the urge to ruin his blanket even more. He was trying really really hard not to make bad poopies, and when the woman came back he hurried out, spilling the water that was left and running into the prepared little disposable litter box. He made big poopies, and the woman made an aggravated, and then disgusted, set of groans. âYou spilled the fucking water!â
âS-sowwyâŚWo-â
âStop fucking saying sorry and behave!â She grabbed him by his scruff, and he suddenly evacuated the rest of his bowels. But it missed the litter box and hit the lady instead. âOh, you fucking! UGH!â She grabbed his carrier, threw him face first into it, and zipped it up, âFucking KIDDING ME?!â she shouted, immediately getting the top off and tossing it away. Now in just a bra and pants she walked off, leaving him sobbing with his face stuffed into his piss soaked blanket.
No one came back for a long time. And he found himself stuck, with lots of owies. When someone did come, it was a janitor, who made a pained groan at the smells, and started cleaning up.
âDamn fluffiesâŚfucking walking biohazard messesâŚâ the janitor picked everything up all the poopies, the spilled water, the shirt, dumped it all into his big trash can. Then he picked up his carrier. âDumped another one of these fucks on us, huh? Fucking hellâŚâ He peered inside, and immediately cringed from the smell.
âH-h-hewwo nice mistahâŚc-can yu bwing Wobot to Daddeh?â
He looked over the carrier, then shook his head, âNo can do, little guy. Looks like whoever lost you did it on purpose. No tags. No telling who you belong to.â
âH-huh? Nu! Hab taggies! Nice waddy take taggy!â
âDonât see it. Sorry little guy. I gotta do my job.â The Janitor held the carrier up over his big half filled trashcan. âSent here to clean up a biohazard.â
He gasped. The man was going to throw him out?! âNu! Nu am Twashies! Am Wobot! Am Daddehâs new bestest fwuffy! Am Wobot!â
âRobot? Thatâs a stupid name for a fluffy.â With that, the janitor unceremoniously dropped the carrier into the can. There was enough beneath him to cushion the fall a bit, but it still hurt.
âOwies! Hu-huuuu.â He sobbed, trying to sit up, but finding it difficult at the angle the carrier landed in. âP-pwease! Nu am Twashies! Am Fwuffy Fwiend! Need find Daddeh!â
âNow youâre fluffy trash.â The janitor said bluntly, and just kept rolling him off.
âN-nu am twashies! Nu am twashiesnuamtwashiesnuamtwashies!â he started breaking down as he repeated it, continuing it with sobs, only for the now annoyed janitor to dump a smaller trashcanâs contents on top of him. It blocked out a lot of the light and he kept trying to shout how he wasnât trash, only for more and more trash to cover his carrier. Before long, he was buried so deep in the can, nothing he said was more than a mumble to the janitor.
He had to get out! He had to! It was dark and cramped, but the carrier kept him from being crushed by the garbage. The can had stopped moving, and he couldnât let them think he was trash! Heâd never find Daddeh if they threw him away! He pawed at the front of his carrier until, his hoof found just enough of an opening to pull it open slowly, pushing the zipper out. That was as far as he got. The trash just flooded in the moment he unzipped it enough to open, and he was more stuck now than ever before.
He remained there for several forevers, before the can moved again. He tried to scream for help, but it didnât get him anywhere. Finally, the can stopped, jostled, and begin to change where down was. With a sudden slide, he was falling through cold air, and landed in a pile of garbage bigger than heâd ever seen, a big dumpster, one of many. He hu-huued in pain, but forced his way out of his carrier finally and yelled with a hoarse voice, with all his might. âHewp! Nu am Twashies! Hewp Wobot! Pwease!â
A pause, and a new face peaked over the side, looking down at Robot.
âHewp! Pwease! Hab to find my Daddeh! He wost Wobot on Pwane!â
âDamn. We hear that a lot. More often than not itâs just a fucked up way to get rid of you.â
âH-huh?â
âYep, too bad. I kinda like Teal tooâŚbut Iâll get fired if I dig in the dumpster. Airport policy, no dumpster diving for trash.â
âNu am Twashies! Pwease! Am Cwismas pwesent! Nu am Twashies!â he insisted.
âWhy else would you be in the dumpster?â the face disappeared, laughing to himself.
Wobot lost his mind, screaming until his already hoarse voice stopped working, âNU AM TWASHIES NU AM TWASHIESNUAMTWASHIES!â
âNu am TwashiesâŚâ he was whispering quietly to himself, pushed deep into his carrier, curled up in his pee-soaked blanket, shivering as the cold continued to make his body feel like needles stabbed at it. He was so cold. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He was getting really sleepy now.
That was it. Heâd sleep. Heâd sleep, and then heâd wake up, and Daddeh would be there. YeahâŚthis was all a bad dreamâŚDaddeh would find himâŚno, he was never gone, theyâre still on the plane! YeahâŚyeahâŚtired nowâŚ
He started drifting off, the feeling completely numb from his leggies, even as he tried to curl up more. He imagined his bestest week ever. The happiest time of his life. The pretty lights and the warm housie and playing with Daddehâs toysies. It almost felt like he was thereâŚ
âW-wobotâŚwuvâŚCwismasâŚwuvâŚnew DaddehâŚâ he told himself quietly, shivering uncontrollably, teeth chattering, so tiredâŚ
His eyes closed.
Hope you enjoyed (though it is sadbox). Check out @Mapleâs request thing for the community. I got this idea writing out mine, then changed mine cause I had to write this (that was this morning). This story was inspired by two things. One, I constantly lost my jacket as a kid. Fucking constantly at school. I was too hot with it on in the school and didnât remember I had it, so I lost it super often. Then, Iâve had to travel with my cat in a carrier before and Iâve had nightmares of forgetting her somewhere along the way. I figured, thereâs an innocent horribleness to a young unaccompanied minor getting on a plane with his new pet and not realizing he forgot him because itâs not something heâs used to. Merry Christmas you fucks. Iâve got something cooking for the fluffy subtype contest and the next chapter of The Utopia Project, but I was super inspired to write this today.
