Microfluff Management: A CYOA by Thesaltt part 5
“Can Gwanite go home wiff Oscaw and Shaishai?” You ask the two smaller fluffies. Your thoughts were laser focused on protecting the first two fluffies you met. Your thinky place kept telling you protect these babbehs!
“Suwe!” Oscar exclaimed in excitement, which made Shashai jump and let out a loud chirp in response. Oscar turned quickly and gave the trembling yellow fluffy a hug. “Sowwy, Shaishai.”
“I-it otay…” She sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes.
The three of you started to walk away from the big wawa. Shade had been cast over the area near where the three of you spoke, covering part of the big wawa and your poopy pit you had dug out. You try to think back to anything that had happened before you woke up here, but your mind is blank. You don’t remember anything from your past. As far as you could tell, maybe today was the first time you’ve ever been awake? You feel more wetness leaking out of your nose. You wipe it away with your hoof and snort up the rest.
“H-how time tiww homies?” Shaishai’s soft voice broke your concentration. Your eyes focused once more, and it seemed you had been thinking for a while, since you could no longer see the big wawa behind you.
“Just a wittwe bit wonger.” Oscar replied. “Wemembew, it’s two long times away.”
“Why am homie so faw fwom wawa?” You ask, your head tilting to the right on it’s own. “Wouwdn’t wawa be easier to dwink cwoser to homie?”
“Dunno,” Oscar shrugged. “Dat am smawty’s choice. Smawty haff wuwes in pwace fow a weason.”
“Awe dewe wots of fwuffies dewe?” You scan the horizon for any sign of other fluffies.
“Oscaw tink dewe awe wots.” He answered plainly, not offering to explain further.
After a long time, you started to make out moving colors and shapes ahead of you. It seemed that you had finally made it to your destination. Oscar’s tail wagged like crazy, while Shaishai’s tail drooped down and dragged behind her. You would think Shaishai would be happy to be home.
There were several fluffies of different kinds and colors. One larger fluffy with a horn stepped forward in front of the rest of the herd and met the two children. A few words were passed back and forth before he looked up at you and approached.
“Gwanite?” He asked, a serious, mean look on his face.
What do you do? What do you say? Feel free to ask questions about where you are if you want. I’d be happy to tell you more about the situation in the comments so you guys can make a better decision.
