Microfluff Management: A CYOA by Thesaltt part 8
You gotta clean yourself the best you can. You start licking yourself all over. The booboo juice doesn’t taste the best, but hygiene is important. You don’t want your fluff to get tangled, matted, and pull painfully on your skin. Unfortunately you’re not a cat, and a tongue bath doesn’t get you as clean as you might want to be. You’ll have to find a real source of water to bathe yourself in.
You keep thinking back to what brought you here. You woke up today and don’t remember anything before that. You followed the two little foals here, pass out and now everyone’s forever sleepies except for you. You’re also covered in their booboo juice. You also had leaked booboo juice out of your nose and ears, which you had discovered while cleaning yourself. Your head still ached, and your muscles were sore from walking for so long.
Whatever brought down the herd here must be following you for some reason. You’re gonna have to gather allies and make your own herd not only for your protection, but for the protection of the other fluffies that might be here. You’re also fairly certain that if any Fluffy did survive this massacre, they might just blame you because you’re the only one on the surface that survived…Maybe you should go down the tunnel and see if anyone else survived and what resources they might’ve had hidden away.
You also think getting to a higher point might also help with surveying the area. You drag your tired body to the top of a hill you made when you buried several fluffy parts together. At the top of this hill, you see a vast empty field of blue. The big wawa is still too far away to see, but you do end up seeing another hole about a long time away. It’s not exactly back where you came from, but it is in the general direction of the big wawa. How you know this, you’re unsure.
You make your way off the hill, the muscles in your leggies screaming at you to just sleep. Your instincts tell you that this isn’t a time to sleep, and sleeping out in the open in the area that had just been attacked isn’t a smart idea. You decide to at least explore a bit of the tunnels that are here to see if there’s anything useful.
You head back towards the hole in the ground when you step on something sharp. You help out in pain and look under your hoof to find the smarty’s horn sticking out of your soft hoof. You grab onto it with your teeth and pull it out of your hoof, which leaks only a little bit of booboo juice.
“Huu-huu, why pointy huwt fwuffy?” You ask the horn as if it’ll answer you. You hold the wide end in your mouth and your tongue lands on the flat base of it, which tastes a bit sour along with the faint traces of booboo juice. When your tongue presses against the base, the horn begins to glow softly.
This will be an excellent light source for the tunnels below! You put the pointy down and it immediately goes dark. You then gently lick the booboo juice off of your hoof, then pick the pointy back up again. You press your tongue against the base and it turns on once more. With carefully planned movements, you make your way down the tunnel and illuminate the main entrance with the low light of the horn.
You strain your ears but hear nothing so far. You smell the air and besides the booboo juice on your fluff and the horn in your mouth, you smell the faint traces of poopies.
Where should you go first? What should you do?
