Micro-Fluffies, The Perfect Cat Toys [By Bread]
Cookie was so happies! He got adopted with all his brothers and sissies, and even some other fluffies from their shelter housie! Their mummah hadn’t come, but she was so happies for all of them. She’d been really worried her babies would never get to go to a nice housie because they all had not pretty colors, but Cookie thought that was sillies! He loved all their colors, especially his like his mummah’s, a dull beige, with a pretty mane of dark brown, like chocolate!
When they got to their new housie, they got put right into their new special safe room. It was so pretty and fun and warm and bright and pretty and…warm! It was in a little room, new daddeh had said it was, ‘the hall closet’, but Cookies didn’t know that that meant! Still, it was a really nice big safe room, with lots of up to go!
The tower went almost all the way to the top of the closet! It had railings to make sure no fluffy fell over on accident and got owies, and had lots of nice places to play and sleep! On the bottom of the closet, Daddeh would put kibble and water, and even had a nice big tv for them to watch fluffy tv! Then there were the toysies. Some was perfect, but some was soooooo big. They were meant for big fluffies, not for little fluffies like Cookie. Still, if they played together, they could roll around the big ball and some of the other big fluffy toys, and it was so funsies!
The kibble and water had a strange taste to them. It wasn’t like anything Cookie or his family had ever had in the shelter. It was yummies, but it had weird no taste yummy tasties after you finished eating. But that was okay, Daddeh said it was to make them all healthy fluffies!
Every day, Daddeh replaced their water and kibble, but he wouldn’t let them leave the safe room. He said it wasn’t allowed, because fluffies could get lost and that would make him saddies. They all understood that, so none of them tried to leave ever ever…for a while.
It was just over a week of living in their new safe room that, when they woke up, the door had a little fluffy sized door in it! It was like magic, it just appeared when they were sleepies. So, of course, a couple brave fluffies decided to go out and see what was out there. Cookie wasn’t one of them, he was a good fluffy, but he did keep an eye on the door for when they’d come back.
Come back they did, happy and talking about, get this, finding sketties! The bestest nummies ever! They said they ate it all cause it was just a little sketties, but Cookie wasn’t fooled, they were all too full to eat any kibble! They had to have found lots of sketties, and just wanted it for themselves! Cookie was too smart to be tricked by dummeh brother and friends.
One of his sissies told Daddeh about the new magic door, but Daddeh said he couldn’t see it! So it was magic! They tried to show him, and just said he couldn’t see a thing, and left. But he did remind them how, even if there was a special fluffy door, fluffies weren’t allowed out of the safe room for their own safety!
But then, it just kept bothering Cookie. He could smell the sketties on the others. He wanted so bad to try the bestest nummies ever…he’d never had them! None of them had except the bad fluffies that left! That didn’t seem fair…
When other fluffies had gone to bed, he got up and snuck, as much as a fluffy could, down to the door. He found he wasn’t the only one there! Not only did one of his sissies come there too, but one of his friends and even a brother that had sketties earlier were there!
“What am doin hewe?” Cookie asked.
“Nuffin!” his sissy, Carrot, said suddenly, and way too loud. She was a super bright orange fluffy, and the same dark brown mane as Cookie.
“Shhh! Be quiet Cawwot. Nu wan wakies uddas!” His brother scolded her, his name was Blue, he was a pale blue with bright orange mane.
“Sowwies…” Carrot bowed her head sadly.
“We am gunna get sketties.” The last fluffy told Cookie, a new friend named Moss. He was a green fluffy with a darker green mane. He was niceies, but sometimes he could be a dummeh.
“Why yu teww him?!” Blue demanded, and pushed him with a hoof. He glared at Cookie, “Nu teww uddas. Bu dewe am mowe sketties, Bwue can find! Yu can fowwow bu nu can talkies bout it ebba, otay?”
“Otay.” Cookie said quietly, nodding enthusiastically.
Blue gave another glare towards Moss, then led the way through the little door. Moss followed right after, then Carrot, and finally, after taking a moment, Cookie followed last into the hallway.
He’d seen it through the carrier, but they’d been so crowded in there that he hadn’t seen more than a few glimpses. It was soooooo big! There was lots of big things, some were pretty, some were just big! Cookie got so distracted looking, he fell behind and had to sprint to catch up.
Moss and Carrot were walking carefully, but Blue strode like he knew the way. When Cookie ran past them, they hurried to follow Blue more closely. They walked a long time down the big hallway, and finally Blue turned into a door, “It am hewe. Fowwow Fwuffy.” But the moment Blue took a few steps into the room, he stopped.
Cookie came up next to him “Why yu stop?” However, he realized immediately what the problem was. The hallway had little lights in the walls, it was dim, but they could see just fine. It was like in the shelter, it was night lights! But the room was…dark. So dark. They couldn’t see anything!
“Tu dawk…” Carrot muttered, stepping away from the open door.
Moss looked around, squinting his eyes, “…nu can see.”
“Umm…was it dawkies befowe when get sketties?” Cookie asked.
“Nu…bu…was bwight time. Guess nu hab wights…” Blue explained, looking unsure now, no longer confident as he led the way.
“Wook, am wittwe wight!” Moss said, before wandering deep into the darkness. It took Cookie walking in a bit more into the scary darkies to realize what Moss saw. Deep into the big room, there was a light behind something. But it made that wall glow. Cookie still couldn’t see anything before there, but now it wasn’t as scary!
Moss hurried towards the warm glow of the light, and after a moment, Blue hurried after him. Cookie looked back at his sissy in the doorway, where she looked on in fear.
“Gonna get sketties, Cawwot. Yu comin?”
She shook her head, “N-nu wike dawkies…scawy…dat am whewe munstahs!”
“Nu am munstahs in new housie!”
Carrot continued to shake her head, “Nu wan…am go back tu safe woom.”
“Otay…Cookie bwing yu some nummies?”
“Yes pwease.” She said, before, defeated by her fear of the dark, she got up and started the long trek back.
Cookie, not about to be defeated by darkness, started following after the other two. It was really easy to do, because he could see them outlined by the nice warm light’s glow! He followed right after Blue as fast as he could, wanting to be sure to get some of those sketties for himself, and for his sissy!
Something finally started stirring in that stupid little fluffy brain of his a minute later, just as he was started to catch up with Blue. The gears turned, and it almost hurt to think so hard for little Cookie, but he paused as he finally realized what his thinking place was trying to tell him. He couldn’t see the light before. Why could he see it now?
Moss made a loud gasp. “Sketties am hewe!” and immediately he started digging into the bowl.
Cookie could see a vague outline of a food bowl, one meant for fluffies waaaay bigger than them, but sketties! He hurried over with Blue, and looked over the beautiful sight. A sea of noodles and red sauce looked back at him, rolling hills of amber noodles and deep red pools of tomato sauce called to his most base instincts, and before he knew it, he was digging his face in.
This was the absolute greatest thing life had ever given him. He completely forgot about his little thought about the light, forgot how dark the rest of the room was, and just ate until, somehow, he realized he couldn’t eat a single bite more. His fat little body full to bursting, he sat and just looked at the other two.
Blue had gotten some earlier, but he too looked way too full. But Moss? Moss just kept eating and eating. Like he could eat all the sketties! Cookie worried he would, so he grabbed a nice big noodle, and pulled it out of the bowl and got it on his back. It still dragged behind him, but he didn’t notice.
“What yu doin? Sketties nu am fow weawin, dummeh.” Blue chided.
“Nu fow weawin! Bwing skettie fow sissy Cawwot! She tu scawed of dawkies.”
“Oooh…” Blue ended up doing the exact same thing Cookie had, draping a noodle over himself to bring it back. “Gud pwan! Can sabe some skettie fow bwight time!”
All the while, Moss kept gobbling up pasta like his body was an endless pit. And, maybe it was. Moss ate the most kibble ever ever before they got new housie.
“Nu mowe num sketties, Moss. Nee gu backies.” Cookie tried to tell him, but Moss continued to gobble down pasta. He tried tapping him, but got completely ignored. Blue tried too, but Moss, ever a fluffy to think more with his stomach than even the average fluffy, could not be stopped, or reached.
Finally they both just turned and started to leave, each of them so full themselves, and wanting to go sleep with a skettie filled stomach. Plus Cookie couldn’t wait to share the bit of skettie he’d managed to save with his sissy, Carrot!
“Am oki tu weave Moss? What if Moss nu can find fwuffy woom?”
Blue shrugged, but Cookie could barely see it as they got further away from the only light in the room. “Den dummeh get in twouble wit daddeh. Am otay.”
That made sense. Cookie nodded, and together, they slowly made their way back towards the entrance to the room. Now all he could see was Blue’s butt and tail in the dim light, not even able to see the floor beneath his feet.
In a show of why fluffies shouldn’t get adventurous, Cookie looked down, noticed he couldn’t see where his feet was going, and suddenly froze, worried he could take a step and fall at any moment! Blue kept walking like nothing was wrong, but Cookie couldn’t! He looked down into that endless void of black and saw only certain death staring back at him. The darkness could be anything, it was hiding monsters for sure!
Blue kept walking, not seeming to notice a bit of Cookie’s sudden, horrible terror at the darkness around him.
It was one thing to walk through the darkness towards a light. Plus, Cookie had been walking towards sketties! Now…now he couldn’t see at all! There was a little light outside the room, through the door, but he couldn’t see anything at all besides Blue, and the very edges of the room! The dumb little fluffy let out a little peep as he tried to figure out what to do.
“Pwease wowk weggies…n-nu wan be nummed by dawkies munstahs!..pwease!” he begged his little legs, but they just stood frozen and wobbly beneath him.
Blue continued on towards the door, and it was all the quivering Cookie could do to watch him, trying to get the courage to just keep walking like he was. But as he stared, a shadow moved in the darkness. The light just barely seemed to outline the shadow as it moved. Was it a big fluffy? No, it got low to the ground and kept moving closer to Blue. Fluffies couldn’t do that.
“B-bwue! Dawkies munstah!” He shouted, watching in horror as the shadow monster got closer to his friend. “Weggies! Nee wun!” he shouted down at his still frozen legs.
“Wha?” Blue stopped and turned, back to the monster now, “Wha dummeh talkies about? Am just dawkies, nu hab munst-eep!”
The shadow monster moved in a sudden burst of speed, and pounced on top of Blue. Blue started to cry out, but was muffled as the monster overcame him. Cookie couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, as he watched some monster doing…something to his friend!
After a long moment, the monster got off of Blue, and Blue looked around rapidly, stunned and confused, “Wh-wha happenin? Nu! Gu way!” Blue realized that whatever had gotten on top of him was staring down at him, and started running for the door again. He managed to run a few seconds before getting swatted. Blue was flung away, sliding like a hockey puck as he completely lost any sense of where he was.
“N-nuuuu!” Cookie finally got the ability to move, his leggies listening finally in pure terror, and started rapidly running the way the evil shadow monster had come from. But he couldn’t stop watching.
Blue got back up on shaky legs, struggling as he recovered, only to get swatted again and go tumbling away again. “N-nu wan pway dis game!” he tried to shout at the monster, but the monster just kept swatting him around, rapidly now, sliding him around the floor much faster than a micro fluffy like them could go on their legs.
When the monster finally stopped, Blue whimpered, legs shaking as he moved back and forth, unsteady and dizzy from all the rapid movement. “Wha-wha am doin? B-bwue nu wan pway!”
The monster just stared at him, its front moving low to the ground as it did. A big tail thing moved swiftly in the air back and forth. It was waaay bigger than a fluffy tail.
Blue regained his footing, then turned to run again. He made a break for the door to the room again, but this time the monster just moved to face him, butt still high in the air. Cookie stopped, and was sure Blue would make it out now!
The monster moved in a burst of speed, and snatched up Blue with a leggy! “Owies! N-nu huwt Bwue! N-nu wan huwtie uppies!” Blue struggled, making more scared peeps before making a loud cry of, “Owies!” as the monster dropped him, and picked him up again the same way. “H-huhuhu…n-nu huwt Bwue nu mowe! Nu wan pwaaaaay! Hu-huhuuuuu!”
The monster dropped him again, and just sat there watching him. Blue continued to cry and peep in pain, but Cookie couldn’t see what was wrong. He couldn’t see the claws that had punctured through the micro fluffy’s skin, or the broken and sprained leggies from behind tossed around and dropped. A rodent might hold up, but fluffy bodies were just too fragile.
He sniffled and struggled on shaky, injured leggies, but couldn’t make himself stand. He collapsed with a loud cry, “W-weggies nu wowk! Huhuhuuuuuuuu!” He desperately began crawling forward, his only good leg his front left one, the right one broken and useless, the back ones too hurt to walk, but enough to help him move forward.
He crawled slowly, and the monster just watched. Watched, until it decided to move down with its butt raised up high again. Oh no, Cookie realized what that meant!
“Bwue! Wun! Munstah gunna wun again!” He shouted with all his might, but it didn’t matter. Blue couldn’t go any faster, and when the monster decided to, it pounced and went for the kill. Teeth chomped down on the tiny fluffy’s spine, and a horrible pained “SCREEEEEEEE!” left the tiny fluffy’s mouth.
The monster held Blue in its horrible mouth, but dropped it immediately when Blue let out a second ear splitting scree of pain. He was suddenly batted away and the monster, for a reason Cookie couldn’t understand, ran off out the door. The monster was so fast! Cookie would never be able to run away from it!
Before he knew what he was doing, Cookie was running over to his friend. Blue lay splayed out on the dark floor, whimpering and crying loudly, but only moving his head.
“B-Bwue! Hab tu get up. Hab tu wun! Munstah wun way, bu could come backies! Huwwy!” He shook his friend with a frantic hoof, but the blue fluffy didn’t react. Or hurry up! “Bwue?”
“N-nu can move! W-weggies nu wisten!” Blue huhued quietly, before struggling and straining against his body, trying to pull himself from the floor. The best her got was pushing his head against the floor and pushing his body up a little, before falling right back down. “Why nu can move? W-wanna wun! Weggies, pwease wet Bwue wun! Nu wan be nummed nu mowe!”
Cookie went around his friend and started pushing him off his side to get him back upright. “Hewe! Bwue can move now?”
He struggled and moved his head around wildly, but nothing else did anything! He kept pushing on Blue’s leggies, but they never reacted. “Why yu weggies am dummehs?”
Blue, continuing to tear up, started just shouting his head off, “Weggies! Dummeh stupih wowstest weggies! Why nu wowk?!”
Out of the corner of his eye, Cookie saw a shadow emerge from the doorway. He gasped, and in a harsh whisper tried to tell Blue to be quiet, to warn him about the monster! But Blue wouldn’t listen, he just kept shouting at his not working leggies!
The shadow began to move, and Cookie started backing away from his friend.
“Weggies! WEGGIES! WEGGIES NEE WO-EEEP!” A monster leggy pushed down on Blue, making him suddenly begin to scream in terror once again. But just as suddenly as he started, the monster grabbed him again with its teeth, and made Blue go quiet. Blue hung there, held in its mouth by the neck, body limp, as the monster started walking off proudly.
Cookie stood frozen for a long time, watching the monster leave the room once more, bringing Blue away…was the monster going to num Blue? Oh no…would the monster num Cookie?!
Before he realized it, he was sprinting full speed, and made it to the door without seeing any sign of the monster again! It took a long time, but it was so much brighter out in the hallway with the little lights in the walls, and it let Cookie see a clear path back home. He could see the door to their room, where their tiny door was at the bottom…but…something was wrong.
There was a bunch of…stuff? A bunch of stuff that wasn’t there before! There was a bunch of big blankies blocking the way back to their safe room, and then some toys? How did they get there? Cooking ran right up to a big blankie and tried to go over it, but it was too big! He started following the blankie, hoping to go around it, but when he got around it, there was another one!
Cookie began walking through a maze of blankets and towels, never knowing it was really all of three blankets and two towels laid out in a lazy maze that just barely turned the hallway into walled off maze. But, not for anything bigger than a micro-fluffy. The slightly bigger than a marshmallow sized fluffy struggled for what felt like a really really long time trying to get through. Ending up at the first blanket again three times before he finally made it past.
When he did, he found another blanket, but more importantly, he found toys! They were strange looking toys, but toys! There was one a bit smaller than him that looked like a mouse. A long one that looked like sketti but wasn’t sketti, also it was bright green. But what got his attention was the ball! He loved playing ball!
Forgetting completely the terror he’d somehow escaped, his lost friend, and the stomach full of sketties, he ran right up and pushed the ball with a headbutt! It was a light one, and it even had a pretty bell! He chuckled happily, all his troubles forgotten, as he started pushing the ball around; first with headbutts, then kicking it away with his hoof and chasing after it.
It was a really nice ball! It was a light one, so it was easy to push. It was a really nice yellow color, and the bell was so pretty when it jingled! He had to bring back the ball to the safe room so all his friends could play with it with him! But for now, all he wanted was to play.
He kept playing until, suddenly, he felt a tug on his neck. He stopped and turned, and saw a string of skettie hanging from him. Skettie? Did he poop out a whoooole skettie noodle? No, it wasn’t coming from him, it was around him. Oh yeah! He was going to bring a skettie noodle back for Carrot! He forgot!
The noodle was…gross. Of course it was gross, the guy had dragged it around with him for a while now. But the parts wrapped around him were fine enough. And for a fluffy, there was a lot they’d put up with to enjoy sketties, even a bunch of hair and dirt stuck to it.
Playing could wait! But, the ball should come still. He pushed the ball forward with his hoof, went to follow, and then realized he had no idea where he was. He was surrounded by blankets and towels piled high around him, and he couldn’t remember which was the first blanket he’d had to get around…he was lost!
Frantically, he began pushing the ball around as he tried to guide it, and himself, out of the maze. He tried to look up to find the door home, but he couldn’t see over the blankies with them so close! He’d only seen over them before because he hadn’t been near before!
His breath fast, his heart beating even faster, he would finally make his way out of the maze, with the ball too, and cheered happily. He pushed the ball forward, went to follow…and realized he was out the way he’d come! The door to the skettie room was in front of him!
The ball hit something in front of him, and he looked down, curious. There was something weird looking blocking his ball. He walked over cautiously, and pushed his ball away with a hoof, only to gasp and stare down at the thing in terror. There was Blue…or, what was left of Blue.
His face was frozen in fear, wide eyes staring lifelessly back at him. Blood stained his mouth, and it looked like he was still trying to scream. But that was better than what was left below the neck. His neck ended in exposed spine, his leggies were gone, half his body was gone, and what was left was torn apart and partially eaten. All that was left was organs and bones and bloody fluff.
Cookie let out a sad, quiet huhu, and it all came flooding back. There was a monster! And it made Blue into nummies and gave him forever sleepies!
Cooking began to move, but remembered his ball, moving around to bring it with him. He pushed himself back into the maze, and started frantically looking for a way out. This time, remarkably, the planets would align and he would manage by pure luck to find his way through the maze. It still had him getting stuck a few times and landing back at the entrance, but he finally managed to find his way through.
The ball pushed ahead, jingling as it went, and Cookie could finally see the door to get home to his safe room. He started headbutting the ball eagerly, sprinting after it each time, eager to be home and safe. He would never ever never leave his safe room again! Not with the monster here!
He stopped, nearly there, when he saw something orange off to the side. He paused, squinting to try and see what it was. Was it…nummies? He inched closer, then hurried over when he realized it was a fluffy. Not just any fluffy, it was his sissy!
“Cawwot! Cawwot!” he shouted, stopping next to her. Was she sleeping in the hall? That was silly! And, he realized, really really dangerous! There was a munstah out here! “Cawwot! Nu can be sweepin out hewe! Nee gu back in safe woom! Dewe am munstah!” He turned to run back to his new ball, but stopped when Carrot didn’t respond.
He got closer, and pushed against her back with a hoof. “Cawwot? Cawwot! Wakies!” he got real close, and started shaking her with a hood, “Cawwot! Wakies! Hab tu gu!” he insisted, but his dummeh sissy wasn’t waking up! He shook her more roughly, then, gave her a stompy to wake her up, it was urgent! But…but Carrow didn’t move!
“Cawwot…?” he asked quietly, moving around his sissy to look at her. “C-…C-cawwot?..n-nu wan pway dis game…” his sissy wasn’t sleeping, her eyes were open! She…she was playing pretend sleepies. Carrot was really good at playing pretend. He shook her again, looking at her face, “Cawwot?..Caww-…Cawwot?” he tried once more, but nothing.
Her throat had been crushed cleanly, without even breaking the fluff. She’d suffocated without anything she could do, her eyes open but dead. She looked completely normal, like she’d just fallen over and died without a reason. Like she could just be sleeping…if he couldn’t see she wasn’t.
He sat, and just looked over his sissy in dead silence. Why was Carrot still playing pretend? He could see she was awake! They needed to go back to the safe room, it was so close, and there was a monster! But…he just sat there, quiet, whimpering softly as he cried, knowing exactly why but refusing to believe it.
A bell jingled softly nearby.
He tried in vain to wake his sissy again with a gentle hoof.
The bell jingled longer this time, getting closer.
Cookie pulled the skettie off of himself, a process given how he’d wound it around himself before, and lay it on Carrot. “S-see Cawwot? Got da bestest nummies…am skettie! H-hab tu…hab tu wakies nao. Hab tu num!..B-bwodda bwing fo yu.”
The bell jingled over and over, getting further away, then closer, then further. Jingle, jingle jingle jingle…jingle. Jinglejinglejinglejinglejinglejinglejingle!..Jingle.
It was enough to finally make Cookie turn away from his sissy sleeping on the floor, and look back. Why was the ball making pretty sounds? He wasn’t playing with it right now.
“Why baww make nois…y?” he began, only to stop when he saw why the ball jingled. A big munstah, what had to be the dawkies munstah, lay on its side next to the ball, now just barely touching it with a scary leggy with claws. Its big tail swishing slowly around as it did so.
Cookie whimpered, and before he could stop himself, he made scaredy poopies. With a short but loud ‘ppppt,’ he emptied everything inside his little body.
The noises were enough to make the munstah’s weird ears flick around, and turn its face to look at him. It stopped moving completely and just stared at him, even its tail stopping.
“H-hewwo nice m-munstah…a-am Cookie…b-bu nu am nummy!” he insisted, realizing how bad it was in that moment to be named something so yummy. “D-dat am Cookie baww…wub dat baww…can Cookie hab backies?”
The monster did not respond, or even react. Just. Stared. Its ears both angled to face him.
“…O-ow…munstah can hab baww i-if munstah want…b-bu can munstah be neu fwend?” The munstah did not respond. “O-otay…neu fwend. Cookie nee tu gu sweepies nao. Cookie weabe nao.” Then, slowly, he began walking around the munstah to get to the safe room.
The munstah watched him, head turning slowly to keep watching, but besides from the munstah’s tail beginning to slowly swish around again, nothing happened. He got around enough to see the safe room door, glanced with a frown as losing his new ball, then remembered his sissy. “A-and pwease nu num sissy…she am sweepin.” He stopped to point a hoof back at her corpse, but the munstah just watched him.
He started walking again, but then the he saw the munstah started to move! Without a second thought, he started sprinting, “N-nuuuuuu! Nu num, munstah!” he cried, looking back at it as it moved.
The munstah got up, but its eyes changed, getting big and staring at him with an intensity that would’ve made him shit himself if he had anything left to shit out. He turned back towards the door, and threw himself forward with all his might. He was almost home, almost safe! He promised he would never ever never leave the safe room ever never again! Not for anything! Not for sketties, not for his ball, not for his sissy, nothing! Ever!
He was screaming, he realized, loud and terrified. “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE NUUUUUUU! NUUUUU WAAAAAAAAN!” he cried, tears welling up in his eyes, the door before him getting blurry.
He was so close, he was just about to be there! Suddenly, he was flying! Flying up and…away from the door! Only then did the pain register, and he let out a horrible cry as the munstah big down into his body and broke something inside of him. Something inside felt like it was being pinched, but what hurt was a sudden horrible burning in his back leggies! Something had snapped inside of him, and now all he felt was a painful burning in his back half.
His scream began a weak peep, and he kept peeping, hoping, somehow, his friends would hear him and come help. Save him, somehow, from the big munstah. But that didn’t happen.
Desperate, he struggled in the munstah’s grip, only to peep loudly and stop when the munstah further crunched down on him, and made more of his body burn. No doing that, the munstah didn’t like it. Cookie stopped and tried to be still, hoping the munstah would get bored and leave him alone.
The munstah started moving then, bringing Cookie somewhere he didn’t know, walking through Daddeh’s big housie to somewhere new. Somewhere Cookie didn’t know how to get back from! The munstah made a strange noise as it carried him.
Mike was in the middle of a game of Civ 5 when he heard the excited trills and meow of his cat Neo. He knew what that had to mean, though it had been a long time since he’d heard it. He left his turn for now, turned in his chair and welcomed his grey tabby cat with an enthusiastic, “Whatcha got there, Neo?”
She stopped at his feet, then happily started rubbing against his legs, continuing to make happy little muffle meows. He reached down and scratched her back, making it arch, the cat immediately revving up her purrs like an engine.
The cat moved to sit in front of him, and dropped the little micro fluffy on the floor, showing him her work as a pro mouser. He scratcher her head, “Good job, Neo~” he praised, giving her plenty of slow pets as he continued to repeat the phrase. The cat was as happy as could be, purring so hard it felt like a chainsaw revving.
Then, he grabbed the fluffy pony by the scruff with a pinch of his fingers to look it over. He was happy the cat hadn’t brought him a bloody mess, he’d expected that. And that would probably happen, but this one was clean…and he realized suddenly, not finished. As he looked at the hanging fluffy, it looked back at him with a snot dripping snout and tear filled eyes, but not making a peep.
There had been a few times when Neo had brought him actual mice that hadn’t been killed, released them in his bed, and forced him to either grab it with his bare hands, which sucked, or lost it and then had a mouse in his bedroom. At least a fluffy pony would be easier to recapture, but way worse if it shit on his bed.
“D-daddeh?” the little fluffy piped up, a painful whimper escaping a second later. Mike had to think about it, since he’d not paid much attention to the names of his micro fluffies, but he worked out this one because it was one of the couple named after foods.
“Cookie? What are you doing here? Why did Neo catch you?”
“W-who dat?”
“Neo is this good girl here. She’s my pet cat. Now answer me.”
“W-was outta da safe woom…f-findin bestest nummies…”
“I see…what did I tell you all about leaving the safe room after dark?”
“N-nu tu…”
He placed the little guy on his desk, “And what did you do?”
Cookie lay there for a moment, pushing himself up on his front hooves, but then looked back at his rear end, which wasn’t moving. It also twisted a weird way, and…Mike worked out immediately what was up. Neo was still good at her job.
“O-owwies! Daddeh, Cookie am huwties…a-an dummeh weggies nu am wistenen to Cookie.”
“You can’t stand on them?” The fluffy shook his head. “You can’t move them?” The fluffy shook his head more. “Can you feel them?”
“N-nu…” the fluffy sniffled, “J-just huwties and buwnies…huhu…p-pwease hewp Cookie Daddeh…huuuu…nu wan be dummeh weggie fwuffy…huhuhuuuu…”
“Did any other fluffy go with you to get the sketties?”
“Y-yesh…w-was Cookie, and Bwue, and Moss, and Cawwot…b-bu Cawwot gu back when woom was dawkies…b-buh Daddeh…huhu…Munstah num Bwue! Munstah gib Cawwot foweba sweepies! M-munstah makeies weggies nu wisten tu Cookie!”
“Oh wow, she got a lot of playing today.” Mike reached down to scratch the cat, who still happily sat there, watching him and the disabled fluffy. He was pretty sure the cat broke his spine somewhere important, no healing from that.
“P-pway? Munstah was pwaying? B-bu nu am pway! Is huwties!”
“She’s a cat, not a monster. And that’s just how she plays with rodents. Not her fault you can’t handle it.” Mike thought about what the fluffy had said, “So Moss is fine? She didn’t get him?”
“N-nu tink so…”
“Good. Alright, time to clean up then.” Mike grabbed the fluffy by the scruff with a pinch and picked him up.
“Bad uppies! Owwies!”
Neo trilled and mrowed up at Mike, expecting to have her new toy returned. She’d done that with every rodent she ever gave him. And, while he had no doubt the cat could get some more fun out of Cookie, he wasn’t about to let her make more of a mess for him. He ignored the cat, thought she trailed after him all the while.
Mike went to his little maze he’d made, not even realizing some fluffies had come out yet, intent on giving them a challenge and hopefully a place for the cat to chase around her micro fluffy toys. There was a bright orange fluffy, Carrot, lying still. He flattened out his hand, lay the still huhuing Cookie on it, then crouched down and grabbed Carrot, laying her next to her brother and poking her a bit to make sure she was gone. She was.
Then past his little maze, he found the gory mess of Blue, and sighed. One, he’d have to find the rest of the fluffy. But also, now he needed to go get paper towels and vinegar to clean up. Still, it had been his idea, and the cat was very happy, so…worth the trouble.
Cookie was bawling his eyes out at the sight of his dead sister laying beside him, though luckily he remained at a quiet huhu.
“D-daddeh? Gonna make aww betta? Can hewp Cawwot wakies? C-can hewp Cookie weggies wisten?”
He walked down the stairs, heading for the kitchen, “Nope. Nothing I can do there. But I’ll take care of this mess.”
He opened the can with his foot, and dropped Carrot into the trash. Then he looked at Cookie, who stared down at the trash in utter confusion. “Thanks for playing with Neo. She loves hunting. Haven’t had a rodent problem in years.”
“Daddeh? Why yu put Cawwot in twashies? Am fwuffy sissy, nu am twashies.”
These things really were thick. “Cause she’s dead. And you’re halfway there.” He poked the fluffy’s stomach, and he made a pained noise, “I’m pretty sure she broke some organs in there along with your spine. Internal bleeding will get you. So, in the trash you go.” With that, he dropped Cookie down with his sister, and let the can slowly lower shut as he went to go wash his hands and get the cleaning supplies.
This was turning out to be an even better idea than he’d hoped. If a bit messy. And with none of the questionable ethics of using an animal, like mice. After all, fluffies weren’t animals. They were just biotoys.
Cookie fell. He was in lots of pain in his tummy, and suddenly he hit something firm but soft with an “Oof! Owwies!” He looked, to see he had landed on his sissy, and some nu smell pretty paper towels covered in yicky stuff, and plastic baggies, and part of an apple. He looked up, “D-daddeh?” He called up, seconds before being left in darkness. Alone and left in the dark, he cried softly, wondering how such an amazing day had ended so badly.
After what felt like a forever time, light flooded back in! It hurt his eyes, but he was quick to call up, “Daddeh! Daddeh, pwease nu wea-” he was cut off by something dropping on top of him. What was left of Blue, and nu smell pretty paper towels, with a really really strong smell. “D-daddeh! Pwease! Hewp!” he called out, but was left in darkness before he’d even finished calling up to him.
Cookie pushed off the remains and nu smell pretty things, and just waited, hoping Daddeh would return. And, eventually, after so many forevers, he did! Cookie was blinded once more, but this time, Daddeh didn’t drop anything on him.
“D-daddeh! Pwease hewp! Nu am twashies, am fwuffy! Am fo huggies and wuv!”
“If you were a pet, sure. You guys were feeding stock. Honestly you got a better life than you would’ve with some snake guy.”
“Feedy stohk?”
“Don’t worry about it. Here, figure you can at least enjoy this as your last meal. I’m sure you stuffed yourself earlier.”
Before Cookie could see what was happening, his world was a tangle of spaghetti and slick wet sauce that stuck all over him. He struggled beneath the globby mess of sketties and peaked his head back out, “B-bu Daddeh! N-nu wan sketties! Wan gu back tu safe woom!”
“Not even grateful for sketties. Man, talk about ungrateful.” Daddeh shrugged, “Anyway, enjoy the new home, Cookie. This is what happens to bad fluffies. They get trashed.”
Cookie looked up with blurring eyes as the light disappeared, this time for good. No matter how many forevers he waited, Daddeh didn’t return. The smell of sketties surrounded him, but…he wasn’t hungry anymore. His tummy hurt.
He pushed back down under the pasta, and found the fluff of his sister. It was cold now, and covered in sauce, but it was her. He snuggled up against her, and hugged her tight, “Sissy…Cookie bwought wots of sketties…jus fo Sissy Cawwot…num lots tu get bettah, otay?..otay…”
And there he stayed, refusing to let go, and starting to feel tired even through the pain.
Moss woke up next bright time back in the safe room. His tummy hurt, it was still so so full…but he’d had so so many good sketties! He stood up, and had to think about how he’d gotten back. He…hadn’t? He’d been so full of sketties he decided to take a little nappy there. Somehow, he’d ended up back here in his sleep!
He gasped, were the sketties magic? Wow! Sketties really were the bestest thing in the whole world! He looked around for his friends, they’d all left while he was busy eating, but didn’t see them there. Oh well, they must have gone somewhere else in the safe room.
His thoughts were cut short by a loud complaint from his stomach, and he had to waddle as fast as he could to the litter box. He didn’t want to make bad poopies after eating so many bestest nummies!
He would have to tell everyone else about the sketties. He couldn’t wait to go back and have more.
Had this idea for a while. I think I’ve seen similar stuff, but I’ve always had this idea. My own cat loves the hell out of hunting rodents, and when I went from having them for her to hunt to not ever having them after a move, she got really bored. In passing I wondered about getting mice for her to hunt, but never really thought much on it. For a story though? With micro fluffies in place of actual animals? Lot less morality to deal with.
Hope you enjoyed. And play with your pet sometime soon, they need it.
Also, guys should try this game Sulfur. Roguelike shooter where you use guns to fight goblins, gangsters, ninjas, and some weird boss fights. Really fun. Kept playing it around writing this. More than worth 25 bucks.