Henri raced downstairs before thinking about what he would or could do in this situation. His easy spray can being empty since last week.
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FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK THIS STUPID FUCKING BITCH
Why did I scream in English… What fuck man. Let’s see first I need to do? SHIT. Alright get it together. Jesus whats going on.
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Henri blabbers incoherently to himself consumed with base primal emotions. Ungrateful is at Henri forethoughts as he gathers his cleaning supplies. He prepares to kick down his door before realizing just how idiotic it would be to destroy his own property.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE “BIGGEST HUWTIES” Marianne shrieked in pain as Judas sat to her side with a concerned expression and hollering incomprehensible sounds to nobody in particular about how scary the situation was. Henri was confused not expecting his fluffies to be screaming in pain, however he didnt really care being far to angry about the constant cleaning he’s done.
“YOU-” Henri stops as he sees both his fluffies turn to face him as they lay in the middle of the room. He sees a pool of liquid behind the mare and a small amount of feces. If it were piss his fluffy would tell him he reasoned. He thought about it for a second trying to deduce the problem
“HEWP SPECHEW-FWEND DADDEH PWEASE MAWIAN AM GUD FWUFFY” Judas yells at Henri snapping him out of his analysis, a small smirk appeared as he watched the frantic fluffy move his arms around touching his face and pointing at his mate in half frenzied state. He found joy in their misery.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BIGGEST HUWTIES
“Oh shut the fu-rick up you whinny little turd” Henri counters the two incessantly annoying presences.
“Nu wike bad wodies” Judas stammers back to Henri who didnt bother to react to him.
“TU MUCH HUWTIES HUU HUUU” Marianne cries out between contractions.
“ahhhhh your giving birth Marianne” Henri deduces. He saunters over going behind the mare as he looks down at her before realizing he has absolutely no idea how the fuck the vagina of a fluffy looks like normally; Let alone if the process is similar to cows where you need to shove your hand inside.
Henri paces back in fourth in the safe room ignoring his fluffies and wondering if he should call his uncle. On the one hand nobody gave him information about fluffy births despite the fact they knew he would have to deal with it. On the other hand common sense would be to call his uncle who built fluffies by first splicing DNA to make technicolor hamsters in 86.
“Babbehs comin?” both the fluffies say in unison. “Am su happies” Marianne states as she pushes harder. Despite it being her first birth the perfected biology of fluffies allowed for a very quick and efficient labor. Judas stood near his mate trying to comfort her with toys to distract from the pain of giving birth.
After 5 minuets of pacing around his saferoom Henri quietly decided the best move would be call his uncle. He was surprised at how well they were acting expecting the fluffies to not understand birth. He left the safe room spending those few moments worrying that all his sacrifices and misery would be in vain as he waits for his uncle to pick up the phone. With no response Henri continuously sends a flurry of texts to his Uncle as anxiety grew. His anxiety then turning into anger as he realizes that for the first time in his life his fluffies made him feel something more then anger, disappointment, bewilderment, or apathy. Anger gave Henri a sense of control as perceived enemies seemed to encroached on him more and more…
“COME ON! PICK UP YOU SACK OF…Its not his fault why the fuck am I swearing… stupid fucking pieces of shit… pointless fucking fuck fuck FUCKS!” Henri rants as the phone rings
“Misery! These imbecilic shitrats PICK UP.” He yells as he calls again. “WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT JUST FUC-” Henri starts to scream before hearing the click of his uncle picking up.
“What is it Henri im kinda busy” His uncle dismissively answers the phone.
“Its my fluffies the bitch is giving birth!” Henri answers back only to hear his uncle chuckle to himself after he answered.
“What so god damn amusing to you” Henri snaps back at his uncle.
“Because you dont need to do shit Henri. Hell how long has it been since she started giving birth?” Louis was a bit agitated with Henri tone but still calmly tries to sooth his nephews anxiety.
'I dont fucking know?!?!? a little bit less then 10 minuets? I didnt use a watch why would I?" Henri quickly narrates as he continuously paces around his living room.
“Calm the fuck down just get into the saferoom and stop worrying. Worry is the most useless emotion its not going to change anything” He pauses as Henri walks up to the door to his saferoom. "I mean fuck Henri what’s got you so worried about these bio-toys anyways you’ve seen 100s of piglets born. " his uncle teasingly tries to lighten the mood.
Henri was stunned his hand resting on the door knob as the silence on the phone lingered. Why did he have issues with fluffies he wondered. He agreed with his uncle but hearing someone else say it was different. He grasped at straws maintain his belief that fluffies are unfinished and not like a real animal rather then taking the self reflection to realize his own mistakes. Although he is having a harder time rejecting reality.
CHEEP CHEEP
“… the fuck is that chirping sound Louis?” He asks as he enters the room. “its annoying as fuck” He finishes his thought as he looks to the middle of the room in their fluffy pile facing away from Henri.
“That means she’s given birth that’s the sound of their foals” Louis chuckles slightly finding some joy in the overly emotional and active Henri. He was reminded of home before he lived alone in the city; not that he regretted his choice. But it was amusing to see Henri demeanour be that of a young teenager who doesn’t know anything after his audacious, and surprisingly successful gambit at their meeting.
“Foals? Why the hell are they called foals?” Henri curiosity got the best of him.
“What do you mean why? It was all outlined in the information packet you should have gotten that you could read with your fluffy” Louis askes Henri confused at the question.
Henri stood their silently for a second not really knowing how he could respond, his thoughts vaguely remembering the destroyed booklet he cleaned from his laundry machine after he accidentally washed it with his sweater a month ago.
“I mean whats next your going to tell me you didn’t realize Hasbio is owned by Hasbro?” He laughs.
"… guess I forgot about that " Henri lied before he went over to the fluffpile. Judas and Marianne didnt pay much attention to Henri. They were far to busy cooing and cuddling their newborn foals.
Henri hunched over looking at the tiny foals nestled in between Marianne and Judas as 2 of the foals suckled on her teats.
“Oh god they are deformed!” Henri raises his voice in surprise. As reached over into the fluff pile. the foals continue to chirp as his fluffies give Henri the stink eye to be quiet.
“What do you mean?” Louis asks before Henri grabbed one of the foals.
PEEP CHIRP CHIRP PEEP
Frantic noises come from the yellow foal Henri pinched her her foreleg frantically wiggling and chirping in distress at Henri manhandling.
“NU GIB BAD UPIES TU BABBEH TU WITTWE BABBEH” Judas shouts as Henri raises the filly by leg. Judas stands up from his laying position to sit upright with his arms stretched out trying to grab the foal as Henri lifts her by the leg.
“DUMMEH DADDEH GIB BABBEH BACK TU BESTEST-MUMMAH!” Marianne shrieks as she tries to get up before feeling the suckling on her teats. “huuu huuuu” she sniffles realizing she cant do anything right now without hurting her other foals.
“Jesus this fluffy is fucked up Louis, its got like some weird nubs growing out of its thoracic spine almost looks like tiny feathers” Henri answers his Uncle on the phone. Not hearing a response he continues his investigation of the foal. Louis however simply muted himself as he kept laughing about how inept Henri was being.
“Moses this foal looks bad too…” Henri trails off he put his phone between his shoulder as he weakly pulled on the wings of the yellow filly eliciting more chirps and distressed sounds from the foal before setting her back down. He observes the foal with a protrusion on its head and not so gently tapped its horn with his free hand.
“Its got like some deformed frontal bone. That is bad for a foal right?” Henri stands up and turns around wanting to focus on the conversation with his uncle rather then whatever his fluffies are saying.
“nu am bad babbehs” Marianna pouts proudly as Judas puffs his cheeks out and gives Henri a cold stare but doesn’t say anything as he is not brave enough to defy Henri so openly. The rest of the foals join their chirping siblings as Marianne quickly tends to her babies trying to calm them down.
“HA, Did you not know their are Unicorn and Pegasus versions of the standard fluffy. Ha HA… Did I ever tell you I made that drunk one night… well … I did most of the work that day… long story” Louis boasts on the phone.
“So they aint bad foals?” Henri asked being cowered into submission by his Uncle’s passing remarks.
“am gud babbehs. Da bestest babbehs evah dummeh-daddeh!” She huffs as the foals start settling down as she feeds or Judas tends to them. Judas relaxes realizing that Henri isnt coming back as he never stayed with them long.
"Of course not. Il see if I can get you some time off for that report Henri. I still own 10% of the company after all. " Louis reassures his nephew. Although it was funny to tease Henri; Louis knew that in spite of Henri many quirks only he had the capability to be his protege.
“Oh… well thanks for letting me know…” Henri trails off to his uncle before leaving the saferoom. His uncle would advise Henri to relax and smoke some weed as his fluffies would not really notice his presence missing after their foals; Although Louis had no way of knowing Henri’s Fluffies have become far more deviant then your average fluffy family.
“Das WIGHT!” Marianne proudly puffs her cheeks in response to Henri unintentionally agreement with her statement.
“Dese am gud Babbehs dah Bestest babbies evah!” She proudly states to Henri who has already left the room when looking down at the foals relaxing at her belly side.
A short silence falls as Judas brings more blankets and soft toys to build a makeshift nest in the centre of the room where Marianne and the foals lay.
“su pwetty…” He mumbles to himself as he looks at his family setting down the soft fleece fluffy bed he dragged over from the fluffy terrarium and placing it on top the pile of soft fabrics and toys he collected
“Who am pwetty” Marianne looks up eye lids half asleep from the exhaustion of giving birth and feeding 5 foals.
“Mawian an babbehs awe” Judas says proudly looking deeply into the eyes of Marianne.
“wub Jewdas” she coos “Wub Mawian” Judas coos back hugging her head as he curls around her on top their makeshift bed built from other beds. Marian and Judas would diligently take care of their kids all night long.
July 13th 2009
The fluffy family woke up from their long sleep around 7 am. Judas awakes first stretching his legs as he walks around the saferoom. He always though just how great his life was, a perfect family, a saferoom, and a daddeh that gives him spaghetti at least once a day. Judas finished using the litterbox and drank some water before he returned to the nest he built. He thought of himself as such a good father since in he brought shelter and food to his special friend as he took a mouthful of kibble each trip back to the nest and placed it near her. Soon the familiar chirping of foals rouses Marianne from her sleep.
“It otay babbehs mummah an daddeh am hewe” she groggily says still sleep deprived from the constant interruptions during the night. She was surprised at how hard it was to be a mummah but since she’s the best mummah ever she would do everything to help her babbehs.
Marianne looks down at her children with Judas cuddling next to her as the foals feed. She starts feeding her blue unicorn filly and brown earthie colt. They looked like the smallest to Marianne so she made sure to feed them first. All babbehs are good she remembered from when her human handlers trained her to be a good fluffy for her daddeh.
“Jewdas, Mawian wan fwuffTV.” Marianne asks her mate as nicely as she can while switching the foals who quickly finish feeding. She picks her yellow filly pegasus and white earthie colt to feed next leaving the purple alicorn to feed last as it looked like the biggest. At first she thought her babbeh was a monster but then she realized that her babbehs were the best babies ever so how could she be a monster? She felt so smart realizing that. But then she thought about her owner and how stupid he was with fluffies. She feared perhaps Henri might think her foal is a monster and how it might scare him; Then who knows what he could do.
“Otay!” Judas excitedly ran around the room trying to find the fluffy friendly TV remote happy to be a service to his family.
“Am su hungwy” Marianne whines as she eats the kibble Judas brought for her.
“Sketti time soon Mawian nu wowwy” Judas reassures his partner as Henri always gave them sketti in the morning. He swore he could smell spaghetti sauce, mostly because he actually did smell spaghetti sauce from the Happy smells for fluffies™ machine which Henri refilled yesterday.
The two fluffies spent the rest of the morning without worry. Marianne gets Judas to watch the kids as she has her playtime on the slide and chases the ball. Judas spends time talking about all the fun things they will do as they get older and how much he loves them.
Henri got up later then normal knowing he had a 2 week vacation. Yet he felt uneasy parading in his own home. Arrogance is what got him in this situation and his reasoning failed to come up with a plan of action. Why would his pet call him dumb? That would not be something a pet should do normally. Henri wasn’t sure what the implication of this truly meant; The more he thought about it the more of his uncle’s achievement dawned on him how foreign this entire concept of bio-toy was to him. Was softness something he needed? The content of his character? He considered what his uncle told him “Hugs and love means everything” At first he thought of it as a robotic thing, but then he see’s how Marian seems to not care for his love with the insults.
He considered these thoughts as he cooked the cheapest spaghetti he could make. “Its fucking 7:30…” he grumbled to himself staring at the boiling pot. “Are these things meant to be spoiled” he wondered as his anger grew now that he added 15 minuets of his morning routine just to make spaghetti for his fluffies. He got more enraged thinking about not only the cleaning, but also waiting for them to eat to bring his dishes back, and the stupid fucking babbling he has to nod is head at, and the fucking pointless mention of the word bestest, and their annoying voice, and their…" Henri mind spiralled into all the reasons he cant stand to look at their face as he made the two bowls of spaghetti and put away left overs.
He goes to the saferoom thinking about the 28 day pregnancy and 5 offspring… that reproduction rate is crazy fast was his first thought. The rancher in him impressed at the good genetics. His slight praise of fluffies being immediately dashed as he opened the door and saw the pile of linens and soft objects piled in the middle of the saferoom covered in feeces and although unconfirmed by Henri urine.
“What the fuck?” Henri broke his no swearing rule.
“Nu bad wowdies daddeh, babbehs tu widdwe fow bad wowdies” Judas chastised Henri with Marian nodding along clutching her children close to her in maternal protectiveness.
" exhale why… why would you… what possible benefit… why?" Henri tried to explain his anger at the mess but was at a loss of words. The two fluffies look at Henri cocking their heads in confusion as fluffies do whenever they hear something they dont understand.
“wha daddeh?” Marianne looks up at Henri confused at his stammering.
“Why are you laying on top a pile of shit stained blankets with your kids?” Henri asked bluntly to his foals his eye twitching irradicly.
“BABBEHS TU WITTWE FOW BAD WODIES” Marianne shrieks causing her foals to chirp loudly in distress as they feel the stress of their mother.
“Jesus christ thats annoying” Henri cringes at the shrill cries of the distressed foals before continuing" “I need to clean that shitty blanket” Henri scoffed slightly and smirked after noting how the blanket is literally shitty. He stares back at his fluffy who looks at him defiantly. “That means move” He reiterates
“Mawian… daddeh am wight nestie nu smeww pwetty an daddeh am suposed to cwean poopies” Judas timidly supports Henri not liking how Henri is treating his family but recognizing he’s right.
Marianne opens her mouth before stopping, Judas was right. sighing slightly she reluctantly agrees slowly moving the foals off the makeshift bedding. Henri started to piece together that Marianne listened to Judas more then him. The insinuation that the fluffy was more important displeased him. Still perhaps this could be a way to regain control he wondered thinking of dozens of half realistic schemes. He quickly grabbed the linens and soft materials to the laundry room angry at the whole affair. Knowing he had another 12 hours of Fluffy related bullshit he had to deal with.
July 15th 2009
Hours of Henri day have been spent indoors. The constant chirping of the foals reminding Henri of a smoke detector as they announced their needs threw out the day. Henri sat in the centre of the room watching the same 5 hours of fluffy tv content produced on repeat for the 100th time. He felt boxed in as the fluffies and foals cuddled on and around him. Henri hands petting the two adults after they both insisted on cuddling and watching the “best TV show ever” after eating the “Best food ever” with the “Best babies ever”,
CHEEEP PEEEP PEEP
Just as Henri started to ignore the annoying dancing baby video his attention shifted to the crying foals under his gaze. Marianne wakes up rubbing her eyes before looking at her kids.
“Mummah am hewe miwkies awe weady” she murmurs reassuring her foals as she guides them to her teats to nurse.
" yawn Had gud sweepies" Judas blurts out stretching his arms out as he gets off Henri knee to comfort his children.
CHEEP MUMmah CHIRP
The purple unicorn vocalizes as her eyes open for the first time revealing bright blue irises.
Marianne gasps before blurting out " Jewdas babbehs open see-pwace nao !"
Judas body perks up before he runs over looking at his foals as they each start to open their eyes.
“Dis am bestest ting evah!” Judas exicitedly yells disturbing the foals. A quick glare from Marianne makes him realize he was being too loud as he muffles an apology to his foals.
“Am gonna show babbehs aww dah toysie an teebee an pway, an babbehs nee weawn tu do su many tings now! Dis am bestest bwight time evah” He announces as he gently pats and hugs the foals not being nursed.
“daddeh… Dadddeh. Daddeh… DAddeh” Marianne calls out to Henri.
“W-what?” Henri almost shouts barely containing the pent up anger brewing in him.
“Babbehs hab see-pwace open nao.. wook dey su cute” She coos before continuing “Day hab tu be bestest babbeh ebah” she nods a long trying to reinforce the message for Henri as she felt he was confused on how to “properly” treat fluffies.
“Daddeh. Jewdas wan mowe noisie fwom teebee!” he demanded with Marianne nodding along.
Henri just sat there and wondered what if he cant get rid of these fluffies after turning up the volume.
July 15th 2009
" How Long? I have been spending 8 hours a day with my fluffies as if its my 9-5 job since you gave me the month off." Henri speaks to his uncle who’s only increasingly becoming more concerned with Henri.
“What do you mean? That IS your 9-5 this isnt a true vacation genius” Louis of course never one to miss a moment to be sarcastic even when doing his wellness checks. “Besides, you should be spending 12 hours after what you pulled with the CEO”
“Again with that, I did what I had too.” Henri defensively fought back
“Look… I get your stressed out and too young to realize your in over your head…” Henri bit his tongue. He was very aware of his predicament.
" And I suppose you did out play Martinez but thats only because nobody considered you as a player in the corporate game. Anyways long story short your literally the first person whos not me who’s raised fluffies in a real house hold environment. Your perspective is invaluable but that also means you cant be making embarrassing writing mistakes like forgetting words bad punctuation, or mispelled words." Henri listened knowing he has never had a formal English lesson in his life. It never really crossed his mind since he wrote his notes in French. That meant he had to spend another hour a day studying English on top of his uncle ordering him to spend another 4 hours with his fluffies.
July 17th 2009
Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic
Henri had recently purchased a large grandfather clock along with a few other amenities. The most prized of them being the new piano he bought for himself. He looked the clock for a bit, something about it gave off a baleful aura. His mind wandered to his fluffies again
Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic,
Its as if the clock spoke to him in his overwhelming angers; warning him of a coming midnight. Question was what did midnight mean. He thought about it before his attention turned back to his piano. He sat down and played his music loudly with passion and gusto; the most joy he’s had in a long time. He played for half an hour before he knew he had to go back to the saferoom.
He stared at the door. Why was this causing him fear?
“Fear? FEAR! WHAT FUCKING USELESS EMOTION IS THAT HENRI? YOU STUPID FUCKING INGRATE CANT EVEN HANDLE A FEW FUCKING ANIMALS. PULL IT TOGETHER YOU MISERABLE SACK OF SHIT”
The familiar feeling returned to Henri a sense of normalcy in the anger. The one thing he was grateful for was he has learned to keep his hate and anger bottled up ever since he’s had these fluffies. He reenters the room looking at the ground already seeing shit from the foals who apparently were too little to use the litterbox. But that didnt explain why there was an adult size pile of shit next to them.
“Daddeh, wat am bad noisie outside safewoom” Judas looks up at Henri as he walks up to him.
“What noise?” Now anxiety returned as he wondered what is broken in his house.
“Bad noisie out dewe sound wike dah noisie fwom fwuffy teebee bu nu gud.” Judas explained matter of factily.
“Sound from the fluffy tv…” he trailed off “Wes bad noisie!” Marianne finally said something “An daddeh? Babbehs make poopies pwease cwean daddeh.” Marianne said before she returned to licking the foals clean.
“wait… are you talking about the piano?” Henri asked at first relieved that he could figure it out, then angry because it was something he loved,
“Pee-ano?” Judas asked with an overly expressive face cocking his head to the side. The clearly human engineered reaction angered Henri more then realizing that his question was dumb. Of course these retarded pets don’t know what a piano he thinks to himself.
“Il show you” Henri walks outside and back to his piano deciding to play the beginning of One-winged angel.
“YES DATS DA BAD NOISIE!” Judas yelled.
***Bong bong bong ***
The clock struck 3pm ticking ever closer to midnight. Henri wondered why midnight was so important.
July 18th 2009
Freedom seemed more tangible and yet so far away. Henri sat on the floor of the saferoom scrolling on his Ipod as the fluffies left him alone to show their children how to roll a ball. Henri wondered if that was something fluffies needed to be taught or if the parents were eager to show them the “bestest toysie evah”. Henri would describe said behaviour as a capitalist wet dream as he assumed this tendency was to sell products for commercials.
Marianne and Judas lay near the play castle with their foals. Surrounding them with a assortment of toys, TV remote, and blankets as they taught the foals the same 8 lessons over and over again each time. The foals only watching the movements with their eyes and occasionally chriping. Henri was unsure if they could understand them.
“Wook at bwockie dese awe bestest toysies!” Judas grabbed a wood block and placed it on top of another block as Marianne clapped with her hooves cheering him on.
“peep pway… mummah chirp*” The yellow filly says her first words as her brain starts to form sentences.
The parents gasped it was the first time their foals said more then one word between chrips
“WOOK” Marianne shouts getting Judas attention to watch as the brown foal tries to stand almost figuring out to displace all his weight.
“Babbeh wan… PWAY” the white colt shouts the last word as his brain comprehends how to speak. Playing was important for young babbehs so he needed to play and have fun. The white foal brain started to change as Louis’s programming took over.
"Pway pway pway"The blue unicorn started to run and shout chasing the ball that captivated her. Pretty soon all the foals started to talk and walk. The parents could not be more excited showing them all the cool stuff in the safe room, giving them tutorials on how to use all the objects. All the foals were in awe of all the stuff they could do in the room. The blue unicorn exploring every corner of the room, the earthie colts playing huggy tag with their father, the yellow filly shyly trying to understand how books work as her mother flipped the pages for her, and the purple alicorn was infatuated with the toy xylophone piano.
Henri sat there trying to not scream. The bashing of keys, ear piercing shrieks of joy, the babbling, and noise from the TV filled the room. Henri knew this was invaluable data and yet his thoughts always turned to just how fake everything was.
“Nu… huuuu huuuu” Henri ears perked up at the sound of the yellow filly discomfort.
“Babbeh make bad poopies huuuu huuuuuu” she sniffled to her mother.
“is otay am babbeh tu widdwe nu knu bettah nu am bad-poopies” Her mother reassured her filly and pulled her into a hug.
Henri saw red clenching his fist he stood up imminently his body operating on raw emotion.
“Daddeh?” Judas asked which caused Henri to stare back down at them. “Jewdas hab tummeh-huwties wan sketti”
“Sketti?” The white colt asks causing a cascade of Sketti from all the foals
“Yes das wight daddeh gib fwuffies sketti su dat babbehs hab bestest miwkies evah!” Marianne proudly announces causing the foals to chant sketti running around the safe room wildly as their parents clapped and encouraged them to be happy.
“… sketties…” Henri stood there. He was really close to murdering them all. He left the room knowing he couldn’t win here.
***Bong bong bong bong ***
The clock struck closer to midnight.
July 21st 2009
“Babbeh wub baww” The white foal announces.
“Weawwy? Babbeh wub baww tu” The purple alicorn was surprised that her brother also liked balls.
“Wook daddeh Babbeh am dancie” the yellow filly waves her arms in the air as she sits in front of her father.
“wao babbeh am bestest dancie babbeh”. Judas was amazed at the skills of his daughter
“Mummah am spwowin babbeh! Spwore spwore spwore!” the blue unicorn cheers as she darts between stuffed animals to the claps of her mother.
the brown foal finishes his drawing grabbing the corner of the page with his mouth bringing it towards Henri.
'Wook daddeh! Babbeh dwaw daddeh!" He placed the drawing at Henri feet.
“daddeh wike dwawin? Babbeh twy su hawd”
“… wow thats so… good” Henri grabs the photo before shoving it in his pocket.
He stood there kept listening to the word babbeh over and over again. He got so fed up he went to Marianne.
“Why havent you named your children yet?” Henri asked very irately.
“Siwwy dummeh-daddeh onwy hoomins can gib fwuffies namsies” She chuckled after finding Henri incompetence amusing. Henri was silent for a moment comprehending the sentence poorly.
“… so I am stupid because you cant do something?” Henri partially confused and partially angered at the disrespect asked Marianne.
“yus cuz fwuffies nu can gib namsies” She answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Henri growled slightly which caused Marianne to flinch before she gave him a stern look. She thought her glance made Henri realize how mean he sounded.Henri however was embrased that he acted like a dog.
“You know I dont even know why I would ask that, of course you would respond like that. I mean its not like you can do anything for yourself anyways” Henri angerly and melodramatically announced with Marianne only looking more confident not understanding the condescension in Henri voice.
“Alright fine guess il do this for you. Who wants names?” Henri asked expecting the endless barage of the same 3 sentences.
“Babbeh wan namsies?”
“Babbeh wan bestest namsie!”
“gasp daddeh gibing namsie? babbeh nee namsie!”
“Babbeh, bwuddas, an sissies gonna be bestest babbehs wif namsies”
“Babbeh su happies wan namsies fow su many fowevahs!”
And yet Henri still was annoyed.
“Alright settle down” he looked down at the foals who ran over to him . They all lined up and looked up at him with those big eyes and smiles. The though occurred to just stomp his foot in them and make that bitch of a mare suffer and force Judas to eat the crushed up remains. He was slightly disturbed at the sadistic thought but refocused on the waiting fluffies.
“You” He points at the brown foal “Babbeh?” the brown foal responds " yes… you babbeh." Henri clenched his jaw before a smirk appeared. “Your new name is Merde”
“Mewd? Mewd wub namsie” he shouted running and going to her parents announcing his name and being praised for having such a good name. The praising for being named irked Henri for it was him who did everything.
“Babbeh wan namsies nao!” The blue unicorn demands causing the yellow filly to react
“Bu babbeh nee namsie mowe” She said to her sisters face.
“Just shut up for fuck sakes” Henri grabs his temple at the headache which has been nursing for weeks.
“Nu wike bad wodies daddeh” all the fluffies say in unison. Henri was tired of that reaction but knew they did that any time they heard him swear.
"He points to the white foal "Your name is Adolphe " Henri proounces the last word with his french accent.
“Adowf wub namsie am bestest namsie evah” he frolics to his parents joining the fluff pile of praise and hugs.
“Babbeh wan namsies dis time!” The blue filly asked.
“fine… your name is Pute” Henri rolled his eyes being fed up with the antics of fluffies since the first day he’s seen them
“Poot? Poot wub namsie” She giggled repeating her name as she waddled her way to the fluffy pile to the sounds of more cheers.
“And you will be Enfer” Henri points to the yellow foal just think about how torturous she’s going to be. Then again all of the fluffies are awful he thinks to himself as he looks the weird pegasus and unicorn creature.
“Awfewe wub nyu-namsie” she shouted with joy along with her parents and siblings
“and that makes you Athée” Henri took a second to how he wanted to name these godless creatures and the name felt appropriate. He watched as the alicorn join her siblings in the fluff pile shouting At-tea repeatedly.
None of them seemed to pay attention to him so he left the room happy that his day was done. He stood in his halls for a moment just thinking about how Marianne both thought she was incapable of naming her children but was apparently smart enough to demand how he should act. He also was concerned as its been a while since Marianne called him stupid. What if she keeps this trait when he brings them back. Then the thought that Hasbio expects him to keep his fluffies came and he was far more troubled then annoyed.
Bong bong bong bong bong bong bong
7 pm. Henri knew it was coming but he dreaded what midnight meant.
Thursday the 23rd of July 2009: End of day thoughts
I woke up again at 6:30.Tto please the prototypes I have been attempting to bribe it with spaghetti to little avail. Why would you create an animal that is so picky with food? I enter the safe room like normal and the amount of shit I have seen never ceases to surprise me.
One point I should make is that its a bit condescending to have a fluffy expect you to clean its shit the instant they see you. As if anyone would let their house be filled with shit. The foals constantly shriek in joy over the most pointless things ever. Clapping and hollaring just because they press a random key on a toy piano, screeching for attention that I watch them go down the tiny slide then asking for praise for being so brave.
FluffTV needs to be completely gutted, I have wrote about this before but the entire show is based on flashing colours and stupid fucking baby speech. This could be excused if the content didnt consist of one fluffy waving their arms for 5 minuets while all your fluffies talk about how its the best dancing they have ever seen. I even showed them break dancing video which they seemed disinterested in because it wasn’t a fluffy. Why would you make fluffies uninterested in humans? No person with a functional brain would ever want to watch FluffTV.
Also the word fucking bestest rings constant in my ears. Everything is the “Fucking bestest” all the fucking time. Im sure the hyperbole in every statement will make you fucking love to have this horrific fucking talking shitrat. However the show Babbehs has to be the worst thing iv seen and iv seen my grandfather mangled corpse after a car accident. You would think im joking here but as a rancher iv seen blood, I can not fucking stand doubling the amount of noise in my room as the fluffies on TV babble about doing the same shit that my fluffies do, and then my fluffies try to copy what they see on TV only louder because the TV is loud.
A reduction in volume and lowering the pitch of their voice would probably mitigate some of the issues with fluffies. Another suggestion is to have the fluffies be more independent from you. While raising Marianne alone she was far more well behaved although had some incontinence issues due to the sounds of living in a house. But now that I have 7 fluffies they all ask for the same amount of attention often for the most pointless of conversations. The amount of times I have been asked if liked hugs, knew that fluffies are for hugs and love, and how love and hugs are the most important thing ever makes me want to crush their heads in my hand
what I did today is fucking meaningless. Its the same every fucking day pointless yelling, cleaning up shit, having to reassure my fluffies about how someting is the “bestest”. Spaghetti its every day. EVERY day the same Pointlessness all the while I have to walk on egg shells in my house to avoid a fecal catastrophe. Such as today when I slipped on the stairs and they all shat themselves. Not just that but ran around and circles and continues to shit themselves. And when you think they could not physically contain more logs of shit they find a secret reserve of liquid shit that makes a trail whever they run too.
God save me from my personal hell
Scribbled in the page margins of Henri journal entries are random assortment of sketches which normally accompanies his personal journal entries. Although several of his doodles depicted clocks at only 9pm.
July 25th 2009
Henri left the biggest pot of spaghetti he could make before leaving the saferoom to visit his uncle. This was in order to make his fluffies like him. When Henri arrived at his uncle’s place the disappointment that his uncle cooked spaghetti for their Saturday night dinner was measurable. He tried to relax but despite his Uncles best efforts to help Henri he was far too concerned with the state of his report, the abnormal behaviour of his fluffies, and he seriously regretted naming all his fluffies words that would need very little effort to translate back into English. Louis offered Henri to stay the night and they could watch a movie or something while drinking beer. Henri refused and the two men left. Henri returning home and his uncle to Hasbio to work on the mysterious smarty syndrome, and the biomechanical causes of it. This would be the the last time Henri and Louis would ever meet.
The saferoom was different. The Marianne and Judas were shocked by how much spaghetti was heaped onto the large salad bowl. They giggled as the foals played in the spaghetti which the parents eagerly licked them clean of finding their antics cute. They gathered around the TV after eating and drinking milk. The best food, best TV, best family, and the best nap time made all of the fluffies feel extra warm and cuddly.
After waking up the foals played hide-an-peekies which the blue unicorn had the first go of being the seeker. She would find all of them easily because of how much exploring she did as the family splorin babbeh. Her mother was so proud of Pute for finding them all. Marianne and Pute would talk about the many cool things in the saferoom as they both loved to explore and find all the cool toys tucked in the corners of the room or hidden under blankets that they moved of the course of the week for various purposes.
The two colts would play huggy tag with each other. They talked about growing big and strong and being a good daddeh like their father was which made Judas very emotional. He felt so blessed having these children as he told them stories of how he fought off monsters which wowed the foals. Judas had to break up a fight between the two as they tried to prove who was the strongest foal but Judas made them hug and make up so everything was okay. This reaffirmed his belief that hugs solve everything.
Enfer and Athée would play with all the toys around them. There was so many different things to do it was almost overwhelming for the two foals. They never seemed to calm down as the excitement of finding a new outfit to try on or toy they’ve never seen before in the 20 thousand dollar saferoom kept them shrieking with suprise and delight. Enfer would show Athée how to use a book which amazed her that Enfer was so smart. The two would play princess together later with their badly put on outfits as they ran up and down the play castle giggling and hugging each other.
Eventually the family would get together again. Occasionally watching one of the foals dart around playing with a ball before returning to the fluff pile for family hug time. Judas and Marianne even had a second serving of spaghetti as their was so much food that Henri left them. They wondered why Henri didnt give them this much spaghetti every day momentarily; The only time any of the fluffies would think about him. At one point Judas taught the foals how dance with Marianne cheering the foals awkward arm movements as they tried to follow along. Eventually the sun started to set and they huddled together in the play castle balcony to watch more fluffTV as they went to bed dreaming of all the fun they will have forever.
Henri returned home at 9pm his anxiety somewhat alleviated since he was close to home and able to intervene when needed, yet he found his energy to be completely gone. He felt too emotionally exhausted and stressed to even be in the same room as his fluffies. This revelation came as he stood out in front of the saferoom door. This made him regret coming home thinking that he should have watched a movie with his uncle. He would go to bed without cleaning the saferoom despite knowing that their would be some shit since the foals were “still too little”. He didnt know how to force the parents to teach their kids “Good poopies”. And yet, despite trying to ignore his fluffies all his thoughts were about fluffies which kept him angry. Henri dreamt of killing fluffies by the dozen imagining himself stomping their heads into concrete.
July 26th 2009
Henri still slept until he got a phone call from Chicago police department at 4am. The clock has finally struck midnight.
If the grammar is truly atrocious il give it a second pass over. I just want to get this part done so I can write the finale. I feel as if I set up everything and can finally write Henri transformation into the first abuser.