“Well its simple governor Pritzker I don’t care about you or Illinois. You think I give a shit about your voters after they chased me out of Chicago” Henri Duvergier smugly announces the perceived slights against him.
“Well… Henry I mean ehhh Henri you’ve ehh” the governor stumbles his whole plan to negotiate with Hasbio’s CEO to purchase more foals at a higher prices has failed spectacularly as Henri has spent the last 15 minuets in a disorientating tirade of taxes, tariff disputes, and other political affairs.
“I ehhhh what? What is it that I have to do?” He says mockingly with full bravado. “Like iv just finished saying I owe your city nothing. You Republican fucks insult me. Call me names like “animal abuser”? The thanks I get after I saved Knoxville from becoming a second Cleveland. So tell me what fucking favour do you think I would ever do for you and your pathetic political establishment” He rants still bitter about the whole Knoxville debacle that happened 4 years ago the results of which forced him to relocate to Manitoba: the last refuge of abusers, and Henri home territory.
Stunned into silence the governor tries to respond “I uhhhh sir im not a Republican im a Democrat” he stammers out quickly, despite many trying Henri aggressive and personal debating style overwhelms even the most experienced of politicians. He would often be compared to Hitler in his oratory skills, style, and beliefs by his detractors.
“First off its fucking Monsieur, I dont remember coming too your country and expecting you to speak my language so you dont fucking insult me with some meaningless Anglo honorific. Secondly I dont give a fuck if your a Democrat. Until you sell me those foals as a 7% discount from our currently agreed 10 cents a head.” He stops expecting some sort of answer from Pritzker but only silence. his smirk only growing large both parties knew that Henri demanding for a 35$ discount was pure bullshit to humiliate the governor after the results of his “Harsh stance on Hasbio” declaration.
"You know " Henri muses “Even without access to the 5000 monthly foals your state provides me I still have to euthanize over 8 thousand foals monthly in America. But we both know if you had enough political will in your state to enact a kill on sight policy you would never have agreed to continue our business arrangement. I know you will come crawling back in 2 weeks once the cost of feeding your overfilled shelters and the extra million you will need every week to clean the biological waste left behind starts to add up. I know your animal handlers can no longer store the sheer amount of fur and meat crammed into those pathetically small cages.”
Henri hangs up. He didn’t really care if he lost a billion dollars, quite frankly he never expected that a son of a pig farmer could become CEO. He unbuttons his suit and loosens his tie its 2pm on a Tuesday which means his work day is over for him. He walks out of his office watching the hustle of his employees running between offices and taking important calls.
“Monsieur” A lady in accounting nods as she walks past Henri to her office; it felt good being the undisputed leader he thought to himself as he walked around the offices viewing how Hasbio was running micro managing every aspect of his company. While many find this annoying Henri did make it a point to hire local, pay wages above industry standard, and spent millions on charity to improve public parks and school supplies, not even counting the free animal control services he provides for “his” province. Its how he earned the nickname “The Prince” for his seemingly divinely given ability to find profit, maximize efficiency in anything he works on, and the aura of nobility he spent a decade meticulously cultivating.
With him now being content that today’s operations he rides the elevator down to the basement of Riel tower thinking about what he would do today. The elevator door opens up to a large muscular man sitting at his desk looking at Henri making direct eye contact.
“Sieur” The man informally calls Henri Sir, as Henri saunters up to the man sitting at his desk.
“So… anything I have forgotten about today, or am I free to go into the saferooms?” Henri asks his secretary the same question he asks almost every day he’s in the office. The muscular man checks a journal he keeps to his side quickly
“Nope. It seems as if the rest of the day is free Sieur” Already knowing what Henri wants the man gets up and grabs a clipboard as they walk down the hall ways in Hasbio fluffy research wing. He used to feel bad for the fluffies, but long has passed since then. Henri has exposed him to all sorts of brutal torture methods.
“How did the meeting with the governor go?” The secretary asks Henri casually as they make idle talk before they will reach their intended destination.
"Oh you know… same as most of them, divide and plunder. Those Anglos are too stupid to realize if they simply worked together, and threatened to stop selling me foals all at once they could force me to pay 5$ a head. " He casually answers back before correcting himself “I know you know that I dont hate the Anglos but fuck… your politicians are dumb.” he explains as he walks down the paths ways to the centre of the basement complex
“Oh come on you act way nicer towards Canadians. Beside If I used French politicians as examples of the average Francophone your people would look just as stupid as the Anglos you so carelessly insult.” The secretary expertly argues with Henri something he has had done many times before.
“Touché mon ami touché” Is the only response Henri could give to that answer. Despite being bested by his assistant many times Henri would always find his wit to be surprising; never truly insulting him; but never letting his ego get too big.
“So what what are thinking for today Sieur?” The assistant casually asked his boss. A requirement for this job as Henri hated those who though themselves morally superior about not abusing fluffies.
“Any well behaved fluffies who never seen a day of hardship and expecting a loving owner ready for me?” Henri asks his assistant non nonchalantly. The hardest part of his job was pretending to not give a shit and scream in Henri face about the lunacy of some of his actions.
“Lets see…” he flips threw the clipboard he brought with him. “Ah found one in Room B1-56. 2 adults 6 foals” He knew what Henri liked, that type of families had an “H” beside them for Henri. Henri explained to him before that “perfect families” are bad for research and marketing since they will accept low standard of living and don’t beg for Hasbio approved toys. As they walked the assistant was reminded that each of the saferooms they walked passed contained fluffies in various psychological states for Henri’s “research” purposes. The two men eventually approach room B1-56, and the secretary like normal sits at the chair just outside the saferoom allowing Henri his uninterrupted play time.
Henri opens the door to the small safe room hearing the babbling of fluffies stop as they look to the interloper. He looks around at the objects in the room observing if it was kept to his meticulous specifications making a check list of all the toys, craftsmanship on the giant play house, how clean the litterbox is, and other things for a premium standard saferoom package which this room was supposed to depict. He checked the drawers to make sure they had everything he wanted. Even hug boxers had to admit that Henri could design rooms that fluffies consider the funnest. Expecially after the disastrous conclusion of Fluffcon 2017. The only thing that looked different from other safe rooms was the chin up bar at the centre of the room something Henri demanded to be installed in every saferoom.
“Hewwo nice mistah?” A green stallion asks Henri timidly, even the fluffies could read Henri body language and knew something is off.
“Oh hello… Im your new owner!” Henri stops smirking slightly at the fact such simple words could make any fluffy immediately trust you.
“Nyu Daddeh?” All the fluffies say in unison. cocking their heads to the right, and blink in sync. Henri could only wonder how people considered reactions like this “animalistic” as to him fluffies are clearly biological mechanisms since their entire reaction was created by his Uncle. God created animals. and since fluffies were not god’s creations they were therefor not animals. He simply nods his head to fluffies question and the family begins to cheer.
“Uppies daddeh” A red earthie foal asks Henri. He looks at the foals determining they were not weaned yet.
“Huggies daddeh!” A blue unicorn asks excitedly putting down his block and dashing towards the human.
“Am su happies” the white coated mare says while nursing her pink and brown pegasuses seemingly having no issue with the brown foals colour.
“Wub nyu-daddeh” A orange foal says while hugging her grey brother. “Wub daddeh mowe” The grey foal responds before the two giggle and deepen their hug.
Henri listens to all the fluffies talk at once not really paying attention to them and their pointless conversations already knowing all the responses a domesticated fluffy raised to his specifications could possibly articulate when he first enters the room.
“I love you all my dears. Why don’t you tell me your names?” Henri asked curious to see if everything was to his desires and if he needed to fire incompetent employees.
“Fwuffy nu hab namsie” The stallion says dejectedly as the rest of the fluffies nod their head in agreement.
“Awwww that’s so sad” Henri took the chance to take a jab at the fluffies. Enjoying their saddened expressions that quickly turn back to joy.
“Daddeh gib babbeh namsie?” The grey foal asks cocking his head while still hugging his sister.
“Wes daddeh gib babbeh namsie!” The Red colt asks Henri while running to his feet eager to give his new owner a hug.
“Oh let me think about it I wanna give you guys the best names ever!” Henri says with fake glee and enthusiasm knowing how to play on their predictable emotions.
“Babbeh wan bestest namsie!” The pink foal says between mouthfuls of self described bestest milk.
Henri gets down to his knees getting low enough so all the fluffies are near him. He leans over getting closer to the fluffies which results in them getting more excited about the future. Everything was going to be awesome now the fluffies thought. The foals dreamed of the perfect future they could have; Playing forever together, drinking milk, playing with their owner, getting names, running around, watching fluff TV, hugs! What could possible go wrong the blue unicorn wonders in his intrusive thoughts.
“Babbeh wan huggies!” The orange foal exclaims “Babbeh wan huggies tu!” The red one follows suit “sissie wan huggies? Babbeh awso wan huggies!” The Red foal exclaims in surprise that his sibling wanted hugs too. The stupidity made Henri clench his fist slightly.
He loathed these creatures and all they stood for. He hated how they assumed life had to always be happy and full of love. He hated those who supported fluffies too. After all it was Peta who accidentally killed his uncle to “save” fluffies all those years ago when they set them free from Hasbio. The hubris of thinking they knew better then his uncle. Now all of America feels the prototypes cuddly wrath with cities such as Cleveland and New York being prime examples of failed cities. Not to mention the ecological damage at unheard of scales to native grasses with their acidic scat ruining decomposing cycles.
He didnt think he had much choice in the matter. His family did create fluffies so they had to be the ones to exterminate all of them. Unfortunate for Henri the so called communists in America, and Canada would not let him commence operation hellfire; his plan to make fluffies go extinct. He even offered to pay for the whole thing seemingly willing to liquidate his entire 4.6 billion dollar fortune for his revenge, after all he had to preserve his uncle’s legacy or at least that’s how he justified his actions.
But in this hypothetical scenario in a world where governments cave to the desires of billionaires Henri would have only payed for half of the costs. One might consider this still charity. Henri however would consider himself honour bound to regain his families prestige; but not enough to give up his fortune a fact which he would never know about himself.
“Daddeh?” The orange foal asks him breaking his rage meditation.
“Oh I have a treat for you guys” Henri recomposes himself from his distracting thoughts and ignoring the foal addressing him. He could just blindly murder them all now, but whats the fun in killing something the same way a million times over?
The fluffies look up at Henri with their big eyes and excited smiles waiting on his every word. “Lets play a game! You guys know hide and seek right?” Henri gives his faux cheery voice. The foals scream about how they know how to play, and how they love games while the adult fluffies start looking around the room for hiding spots being more experienced hiders who knew how the game worked.
“Okay im going to count to a really big number so get ready! The winner gets a treat!” Henri puts his hands up to his face pretending to cover them as he would never miss a opportunity to prove he’s smarter then a fluffy such as successfully cheating in a game of hide and seek.
“One”
The foals scatter in all directions except for the orange and grey foal who both go in the same direction.
“Two”
The adults run directly for the big play house as the foals giggle with excitement each of them not really paying attention to where they are going
“Three”
The adults run up the stairs together snickering relatively quietly to themselves.
“Daddeh nebah gonna fin me hewe” The red colt says hiding behind his hooves as he lay in the middle of the room
“four”
“Heehee Daddeh nu can fin babbeh” The Brown foal shrieks with joy. The rest of the family run harder believing that what ever number came after 4 had to be the big number .
“Eye”
The Grey and Orange foal hug each other hiding in a pile of stuffed animals being smart enough to stay quiet but not enough to realize that Henri perspective means they are visible from a high angle.
“Will”
The blue foal runs into a corner not knowing what to do he panics and hides behind his hooves terrified that he will be found first.
“Keel”
The pink foal makes it to the fluffy bed and hides under it making a small noticeable lump.
“You” Henri finishes his “counting” he knew fluffies were too dumb to realize what he said. The brown pegasus runs to the litter box which was recently cleaned and tries to hide beside it. Henri thought it was ironic.
“Ready or not here I come!” Henri yells. He then checks his phone about updates on the Russia-Ukraine war while the foals giggle and talk to themselves about how good of a hiding spot they found. Henri lazily points to the brown foal not even moving from his spot. “Found you”
“Nu faiw” the brown foal pouts at being the first one found while her siblings remain hiding feeling bad about the giggling and muttering her siblings and parents made announcing that they were safe “stealthly”.
“Well maybe you can help me find your brothers and sisters?” Henri says briefly breaking eye contact with his phone as he knew eye contact was important when speaking with fluffies.
“Heehee otay daddeh dey nu hidey fowevah!” The brown foal proudly announces to Henri before looking around the room.
“Daddeh Wook!” She runs up the red foal “hiding” about 18 inches from Henri kneeling position. The brown foal having immediately found her brother.
“How sissie fin babbeh?” The red foal asks dumbfounded. His momentary confusion ended by the abrupt running hug his sister gave him.
“well now you can look for your family together isnt that fun!” Henri says while still being on his phone. He had this down to a mathematical precision knowing the exact amount of effort he needs to put for fluffies to consider him their owner and become attached.
The two foals inevitably find their blue brother hugging him and talking about how much fun they are having and how much they love each other and their owner. Henri found it sickening “who needs this much self assurance to need a talking shit rat to say “I love you”” being his exact thoughts when translated into English. Its already been the 11th time the family has said “Wub nyu-daddeh” either directly towards him or indirectly. He’s only been in the room for 3 minuets. Henri often wondered about how many of the faults in fluffies lay inherent in his uncles designs, corporate greed, or the abrupt end to the Fluffy program before walking over to the play castle and lifting the roof the castle.
“Found you” Henri attempts to give a shit. He fails but the fluffies dont really seem to notice too caught up in their own happiness to consider how Henri felt, another reason why he hated fluffies.
The happy family start to look around quickly finding the Grey and Orange foal hiding in the stuffed toys. All the fluffies giggling and cheering as they played with balls and huggy tag and badly tried to find their missing brother. Henri had enough of the happy sounds of the family and moves towards the fluffy bed knowing where the pink fluffy is hiding.
“Oh what is this? Found you!” He announces with the grandiose over acting. A smile creeping on his face for a different reason.
“Yay babbeh wub hidey-an-peekies” The pink colt giggles as he hugs Henri hand tightly cooing at the comforting head pats Henri made with his thumb. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a treat.
“Isnt this so fun! And guess what? You won a sketti treat! And the best part! Its safe for growing babbehs who need milk! Isnt that great?” Henri exaggerates a happy daddeh persona that fluffies are attracted too before handing the pink foal his small treat which the foal eagerly devours.
“Dis am bestest nummies evah! tank you daddeh” The pink foal hugs his hand again after swallowing the last bit of food.
“Oh I know its the bestest nummies ever!” Henri sarcastically replies knowing he just fed the foal poison. He waits a few minuets sitting down and petting the fluffies which all surround their new daddeh and giving them hugs whenever they wanted. Finally he watches the pink foal waddling off a little.
“babbeh nu fee- SCHHHHHHEBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTT” The foal vocalizes as he falls to the ground instantly his eyes rolling in the back of his head, legs flailing wildly, and mouth foaming.
“Oh my god look at your foal! Hes such a good dancer!” Henri talks to the fluffy mama bringing attention to the foal having a seizure.
“Wao dat am su gud dancies babbeh! Am nyu-bestest dancie babbeh!” The mare says while her and the other foals waddled towards their dying brother.
“Wook babbeh make funneh dancie tu!” The grey foal poorly mimics his spasming brothers movements.
“Wow look at him move! I know what to name you! Dancie! isnt that a great name” Henri excitedly announces to the almost dead foal. He watches as Dancie starts to move slower then suddenly stops. Dancie’s body slumps over and his tongue rolls out of his muzzle and his eyes roll back down.
“Babbbeh?” The orange filly asks her brother nudging him with her muzzle.
“Babbeh am jus sweepy” His mother dismisses her daughter returning to grooming her red son.
“BABBBEH! Daddeh mummah hewp bwuda nu wook happies” The orange foal shrieks as she notices the cold dead eyes of her brother peering out from his motionless face.
“Whats wrong with Dancie?” Henri asks mocking confusion. The rest of the family pays attention to the pink foal now as the mother walks up to her dead child.
“Babbeh, nee wakie up… babbeh? Babbeh?” She nudges harder with her muzzle after each word trying to elicit a reaction from the deceased colt.
“BABBE-” She attempted to scream before being cut off from Henri
“His name is Dancie” Henri twisted the metaphorical knife deeper into her. Her first named child dead, how deliciously devious of him.
'Huuuuuuhuuuuu pwease ba-dancie" She begins to hug the lifeless corpse of her child.
“Keep giving her huggies they make everything better!” Henri says as the family approaches the corpse and create a big hugpile in a attempt to save the already lost soul. Henri grins knowing his victims are too busy with their wailing misery. “Dont worry” He thinks to himself “Soon you will meet in hell” He catches himself as he just about to laugh. The joke was funny to him because fluffies are not god’s creation and thus do not have souls and merely cease to exist.
“Daddeh sniff pwease gib babbeh hoomin magik an huggies Dancie nu wakies huuu huuu” The mare walks over to Henri holding her dead child in her mouth before breaking down again. She didnt know what to do, maybe her owner could help Dancie? .
“But fluffies give the best hugs ever right? And dont hugs solve everything? How could I help?” the fluffy was incapable of arguing with that logic; but despite the purposely limited vocabulary and artificially limited intelligence they understood death was irreversible. The entire family cried at Henri words the sobbing a sweet music. He relished in their tears for a few minuets.
“Well he was a good foal…” Henri decided to get on with his plans. “lets all have huggies and remember just how fun Dancie was and how much we loved him and appreciate how we will never see him again. Then let’s go and keep playing and having fun without her as that’s what she would have wanted”
Henri twists fluffies logic to his benefit causing anguish in them as they slowly huddle around him. He idly pets the fluffies until each one was cooing against his gentle touch smiling that they still trust him. He holds the brown pegasus in his hand as he gently pets her with his other hand.
“Your mummah is so sad, but I bet she would be proud of you if you could fly for her! Just how cool do you think you’d look when flying?” He twists the desires of every pegasus foal who daydreams of flying high in the clouds.
The brown pegasus looks at Henri her eyes still teary but the over whelming need to be a good and happy fluffy for her new owner attempted to take over her thinking and movements.
“Otay…” She was shocked that she stopped crying but she was unable to smile as the unbearable pain of losing a sibling gnawed at the back of her mind. Henri began to hold her out letting her fall slightly then expertly gliding her around on his finger tips catching her gently if she ever fell off. He threw her higher in the air repeating the process again and again. The foal at first was too sad and scared of falling. She beat her wings as hard as she could before and realizing that she was flying! She kept beating her wings happily as she soared high and low going from left to right! She thought it was a little hard to control where she was going; but she figured that she was just a little baby and learning how to fly for the first time and would get better at it.
“Wook mummah babbeh am fwying babbeh am fwying” the foal exclaims in joy as the adrenaline rush of falling causes her to laugh and shout with joy forgetting about the death of her brother. She imagines herself zooming to the sky she’s never seen and seeing playing with the big white fluffies in the sky like she saw in the picture books!
The family watches as Henri juggles the foal his hand speed moving faster then the 24 frames per second vision a fluffy has. All to ensure they never considered him responsible for her death. At least not yet.
“I know what to name you! Your name is pilot now!” Henri gives a genuine smile watching as the family starts to cheer and shout words of encouragement to Pilot.
“Piwot wub nyu namsie! Piwot wub u daddeh!” Henri smirks now holding Pilot in the palm of his hand.
“Alright im sure your mummah and daddeh want to give you all the hugs in the world! Why dont you go fly down to them?” Pilot was excited at the idea at first turning around and looking down at the edge of Henri palm at her family; but that height seemed too high she was still learning how to fly. What if something bad happened she thought to herself.
“PIWOT FWY TU MUMMAH” Her mother screams loudly so her foal can hear her all the way up there.
“PIWOT AM SU HIGH” A few of the foals remarked, others remarked that “PIWOT AM SU COOW”. Everyone but the red colt was watching Pilot as the he continued to stare directly in his brother’s dead eyes.
And with zero hesitation after her mother’s encouragement Pilot jumped. The air passed down Pilot’s fur a comforting sensation for her as she dove straight down extending her arms out like superman. She watches as the ground gets closer and closer before deciding to swing upwards. She stretches out her tiny vestigial wings to catch wind and slow her decent. Then she beat them as fast she could. Then she looked down again at the floor. She shut her eyes and flailed in the air for about 10th of a second splattering head first into the ground.
Pilot’s head explodes shattering her skull, and spewing everything inside it as a fine paste. Her neck opens up now spewing blood out of the recently created neck orifice where her wind pipe, and jugular veins used to function.
Silence follows for a few seconds. Then a wailing cry from the mother followed by howling procession of sobs from the rest of the family as they process what just happened. He waited on his phone until the sounds quieted down. He watched the family huddle together shaking with trauma sobbing openly. He sits near the fluffies gently petting each one to reassure them of his comfort.
“I dont understand it. She was flying so good…” Henri says while hugging the fluffpile. The fluffies didn’t understand why that made them feel more sad but they were grateful that their new daddeh was with them.
“Hab biggest heawt saddies ebah huuuhuuuu” The father cries. Hugging the grey and orange fluffy deeply.
“Losing Pilot and Dancie must be very hard. Imagining never seeing them again is always sad, no more huggies, no more wub, forever…” Henri mimics sadness to his victims. Hearing the father breakdown after his words made him giddy and excited for the next death. He sits their in silence for a few minuets allowing the fluffies to mourn and wail in grief.
“Come on lets go play!” Henri happily announces as he gets up and pushes Pilot corpse to the side. He goes to the tiny fluffy sized slide near the corner of the room.
“Come on lets have fun!” he gestures again to the crying fluffies to come forward. Slowly the family moves crying silently but putting on brave happy faces feeling the need to smile yet their heart wasnt in it.
“Play play play!” Henri taunts the fluffies as he picks up a foal and puts her down the slide. Eventually the family while still sad starts to giggle whenever Henri played with them. But when left to their own devices they mostly wanted to hug each other in silence.
“You guys are still sad about your little Pilot and Dancies death aren’t you?” Henri gives a falsely sympathetic tone while eagerly awaiting a response.
“Huuuuu huuu am su sadiest, nebah ebah hab heawt-saddies wike nao” The white coated mare breaks down again.
“Awwwww poor mummah…” He looks around to see the rest of the family cry again. He knew from their body language they were in shock. How could such bad things happen to their family they must be wondering. Or at least that is what Henri thought as he could see the confusion in their eyes between each mournful sob. He grabs the red foal sobbing in his mothers formerly pristine white coat. Henri pulls the babbeh away cooing softly as to keep the foal calm.
“Poor babbeh, its okay everything is going to be okay…” He holds the foal in his fist gently gently petting his head and stomach with his thumb. he carefully handles the red foal in his hand for around a minuet until the creature starts cooing in his grasp rather then continuing to cry. The red foal grabs Henri thumb between strokes and holds it between his forearms to his body. He rubbed his face against Henri thumb feeling the instinctively warm comfort of a human’s hand.
Henri squeezed the foal hard, “umpfff” the foal makes before the air is squeezed out of his lungs. The parents instinctively look at their child in Henri hand looking confused and being unsure as to why they felt uneasy for their child’s safety. The red colt begins to wiggle in Henri grasp beating against his thumb with his weak forearms.
“Oohhhhh I know what to name you! Crush! do you like your new namie?” He mocks the suffocating foal with his new name. Henri could not help himself as he smiled like a madman looking the foal directly in the eyes wanting him to know this was deliberate. Just then an unexpected voice interrupted Henri gaze.
“WET BABBEH GU WIGHT NAO! DADDEH HOWD BABBEH TU HAWD NU GUD FOW BABBEH” The stallion shrieks realizing the danger his child is in and storming towards Henri.
“Babbeh? You mean Crush? How am I holding him too hard im giving him the best huggies ever!” Henri attempts to lie his way out of the situation.
“CWUSH NU CAN BWEATHIE WET GU DADDEH AM TU HAWD FOW WITTWE BABBEH” The stallion shouted back at Henri. Henri burst out in laughter. No matter how many times he’s heard it the word “bweathie” was the funniest thing ever to him. Howling and distracted Henri loosens his grip slightly as Crush gasps for air saving him from passing out.
“HEWP CWU-ACK” Henri resumes his crushing hold on the red foal; almost simultaneity he feels something ram into his shin. He looks down at his legs seeing the stallion charge him.
“NU AM DADDEH AM MUNSTAH!” With those words uttered by the stallion. The a cascade of projectile shit flies from the family’s various rear ends, even the two dead foals seemingly take part. All the fluffies and run in sheer terror with the exception of the stallion who tries to bite Henri ankles.
Henri kicks the Stallion gently enough to not cause real harm, watching as he roll backwards into a rolling fluffy sized RV play set. “So you want Crush back huh?” Henri squeezes hard the foal evacuating everything in his bowels trickling down Henri hand and down his sleeves. “Fuck” he though to himself as he drops Crush to the ground. The fall was being short enough to only seriously hurt Crush’s legs as Henri made sure to drop him as safely as he can. He wanted the foal to live.
“caff cheep hewp… bab-cwush caff” the foal programming fails as he unwillingly accepts his ironic name. He tries to get up but his legs hurt to much and all it results in more coughing.
"Hewp mum-mah caff daddeh caff Hewp cwush caff caff " The stallion races towards his child as Henri stands up watching the chaos of shit and panicking fluffies wandering aimless in his saferoom.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” Henri lets out terrifying and fluffy like screech watching the Fluffies scramble even quicker. The stallion picks up Crush on his back.
“Tu dah housie quickwy” He takes charge of the situation organizing his family to the one spot he thinks might be safe as Crush keeps coughing on his back.
Henri waits for the entire family to turn their backs on him before he jumps up grabbing the Chin up bar he requested for every safe room to have and swings his body upwards perching on the chin up bar like a bat in order to keep a low profile. He knew just how dumb fluffies were and they would never think to look that high up for him. He listened to the family hiding in the play castle.
“Munstah nu fin us hewe” the Stallion mutters to himself more then trying to reassure his family. “Daddeh am su bwave” The Orange filly remarks. “caf caf tank u fow sabin cwus… caf caf”. The family huddles together closer. “Nee fin nyu-daddeh tu scawe munstah-daddeh…” the mother muses to herself unsure as to what to do in this situation. Crush starts to breath heavy for air as the rest of the family stays silent for minuets. The only sound heard is the gasping of Crush desperate for more air getting louder and louder until finally Crush dies of asphyxiation as the blood pooled into his punctured lungs.
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU” The blue foal lets out a unadulterated cry before his parents quiet him down. “nee make nu-noisie fwuffies nee hidey fwom scawe munstah” The stallion says to his terrified foal.
“Then why did you hide in the castle where I found you before” Henri announces still hanging upside down in a perched position.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” The grey foal shrieks as he runs away from the play castle and runs aimless around the safe room. He’s followed by the rest of the family who realizes their position is found and they also run aimlessly for a few minuets.
“Wewe munstah?” The orange foal finally asks as the whole family stops and looks around realizing that Henri is missing.
“Munstah nu am hewe…” the stallion says thinking. “Babbehs, hewp bwing toysies tu housie, daddeh an mummah bwing wawa an nummies tu housie. Famiwy nee hidey if mumstah com bac” The stallion got into action mode trying to thinking of everything a fluffy would need to survive and protect themselves: toys, food, and water; Since hugs and wub were already provided for by his family. The stallion thought about how he was barely able to fight off Henri to save Crush, or at least that is how he remembered it. He figured they would need to wait until all their foals grow up; Then with 4 + 1 fully grown fluffies he figured they could beat the monster.
Henri waited for the family to gather all their things, the babbehs bringing a ball, one block, and a stuffed toy as their parents were able to bring back the food and water bowls slowly, although they lost about half the water when bringing it to their home. The parents then helped the kids bring back some more toys. Finally Henri saw his chance when Grey and Orange foal were dragging a small turtle plushy together. He releases his grip on the chin up bar flipping himself upright as he fell to the ground.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The orange and grey foal shriek as Henri lands directly in front of them. Henri grins flashing his teeth.
“WUN BABBEHS WUN!” The stallion shrieks as his children dart between Henri legs. He didnt care to act having a different target in mind. Henri lunges to his left diving to grab the Blue unicorn running back to the play castle.
The stallion watches frozen in fear as Henri grabs his foal lifting him by the nape high in the air for all to see.
“BAD UPSIE SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HEWP DADDEH SAB BABBEH!” The blue unicorn shrieks as his father comes charging into Henri ankle headbutting it as hard as he can. He gets back up as and starts to bite Henri lower shin as Henri holds the foal in his hands content with watching the hopeless attempts to hurt him.
“TAKE SOWWY POOPIES MUNSTAH” Henri didnt react as his shoes, socks, and dress pants get covered in liquid shit. Wasn’t his job to clean his uniform and he could always just take a shower. However a new idea did come to him far more devious then killing the foal in front of them right now.
“Okay lets make a deal” Henri begins. “If you give me too many hurties il leave you and your family alone. But if you fail to give me hurties il take your precious blue foal”. Henri pretends to wince as the stallion keeps up his feeble barrages of stomps to his leather shoes.
“heh, otay dummeh fwuffy gonna gib you biggest huwties evah!” He says with a shit eating grin while panting from physical exertion of fighting Henri shoe.
“Alright let’s make this fair” Henri paused on the word fair, he knew fluffy psychology all too well after all he has an H-Index of 15. “Il keep your blue babbeh in a glass sorrybox during the fight, and you will have your family watch us fight, in exchange il only use one hand to fight you.” Henri gloated, he knew how to trick fluffies. “Su fwuffy onwy fwight munstah nu-hoofie?” The stallion asked. “Uhhhh… I mean no… well technically I said so but ehhhh thats too easy for you right? You would fight me with honour wouldn’t you?” Henri pathetically argues that the rules he made were not “fair” to him. The stallion none the wiser smirks himself thinking he caught the monster in a trap.
“Deaw” he says confidently to Henri staring him down with full bravado from all the way down on the floor.
“Uh oh” Henri barely holds hack his laughter. “Its so fucking easy to convince them to do anything” he snickered internally.
Henri opens a drawer removing it from its track and dumping the clothing inside on the ground. He opens another drawer to remove the glass sorry box and puts the Blue foal inside before placing the sorrybox on top of the dresser. Henri drags the dresser closer to the castle wanting to give the foal a good look, and making sure him close enough to hear and be heard by his family.
He instructs the Stallion that if he wanted this deal he had to make his family witness the fight which he agreed. The stallion has them stand on the balcony of the play castle as Henri brought the dresser drawer to the centre of the Dresser and Castle.
“Alright so if you get off the dresser you lose, and if you can make me take my hand off the dresser you win? sound good?” Henri offers his terms for the fight. Henri laughed slightly thinking about how house fluffies were too dumb to realize that fighting is not a game. Yet the stallion thought of their fight as a game even after he brutally killed 3 of their foals. How could someone compare these infernal shit beasts to animals he wondered?
“Wes!” The Stallion says excitedly responding to Henri challenge. His family cheers for the stallion thinking that their father/spouse tricked the monster into a unfair fight.
“WUB U DADDEH!” The grey foal shouts while waving his arms in the air.
“GIB MUNSTAH BIGGEST HUWTIES AN FOWEVAH SWEEPIES!” His special friend yells at him.
“YAY DADDEH!” The orange foal encourages her father.
“SAB BABBEH DADDEH BABBEH BEWIEVE IN U” Henri laughed loudly after hearing the blue foal give his words of encouragement.
“Ready? GO!” Henri shouts beginning the match. The Stallion charges Henri right hand resting flat on the smooth wooden surface. The stallion begins to stomp on Henri pinkie with his soft hooves barely registering anything on Henri callused nerve damaged hands; His hands being the product of years of ranching in his youth. He waits allowing a false sense of confidence to grow occasionally yelling out “OW” or “You are hurting me” to the cheers of the fluffy audience.
Henri decides now to “fight” back. He flicks the face of the stallion causing him to dramatically back off in stunned shock. Henri put his index finger back down, years of piano and organ playing made his hands incredibly dexterous not to mention hand eye coordination that Hockey gave him. The stallion charges back at Henri this time biting his thumb with all his strength. Henri was surprised that when the stallion bit his nail at certain angles it would sting him a little.
He slides his hands back then suddenly pushes his whole hand forward keeping his thumb down on the drawer as gives a awkward giving a 1 inch punch to the fluffy. The stallion was hit hard enough to tumble backwards falling over on his back as Henri glides his hands over the makeshift arena as if doing scales on some invisible piano. Coming to the side of the Stallion who still was on his back he presses his middle finger hard on the Stallion stomach.
“DADDEH NU WOSE GIB SOWWY HOOFIES” The orange filly shouts.
The Stallion flails his legs trying to hit Henri hand on his side twisting and wiggly trying to get deep breaths. Henri switched his middle finger for his thumb holding the fluffy down and using his index and middle finger with a few attempts he manages to catch the stallion right foreleg between his fingers. Using all his finger strength Henri attempts to pull the arm back towards his palm. Adrenaline surges in the stallion as he tries to break free of Henri fingers and for a few glorious seconds the stallion felt Henri grip slip. But as the adrenaline subsides, and Henri using all his finger strength is able to pull the leg out in a awkward position shattering the stallion shoulder socket in the process.
Henri retreats his hand the entire time keeping his pinky on the wooden floor below. He was entirely content with listening to the fluffies shriek with fear.
“Dat aww u got” the stallion attempts to sound brave his family rallies around him. The stallion attempts to charge before collapsing the moment he puts pressure on his right shoulder falling face first. The cheering stops and Henri quickly moves his hand covering the stallion muzzle with his palm, and using his fingers to keep the stallion head still.
“You know… you need a name, I’d hate for you to go forever sleepies without a name. How about Rocky?” Henri smirks. The stallion tried to move his head but Henri kept him in place. He struggles for a few more seconds before stopping and crying. He tried so hard to protect his family, he did everything he could, and it still wasnt enough. Henri watches as the stallion cries quietly to himself.
“Life is cruel get over it.” Henri responds to whatever inner monologue the stallion was thinking. He waits for a minuet until the stallion passes out. He grabs a black sorry box and places Rocky inside. He didnt need them to know their father was still alive. But he liked fluffies which fought back, they can be pushed so much further psychologically then others.
The remaining members of the family watch in stunned silence. Their last hope gone. “Qwuick babbeh nee gu tu safe housie” The mother finally gets a hold of her situation and runs inside with her 2 foals in tow. Henri looks at the Blue unicorn still in the glass sorry box. He stays their watching as the blue foal shrieks and shits itself in abject terror before suckling its own hoofs and crying loudly for its mother.
Henri opens the sorry box watching the blue foal run to the corner of the box trying to break the glass wall before Henri grabs him. He watches with joy the fluffy flailing and shrieking as he slowly takes him out just to prolong his agonizing imagination.
“You want a new name?” Henri asks smiling and looking into his eyes like a madman.
“huuuuu huuuuuu nu wan nu wan nu wan” The foal mutters before returning to a chirping state.
“Your new name is Dizzy! Yay Dizzy!” Henri mocks joy as he swings him around.
“Huuuu huuuuu Dizzie nu wike huuu huuu NU WIKE!” The foal cries again at the spinning.
“Oh Dizzy you really won’t liking this then.” With that Henri grabs one of her legs and starts spinning her grabbing her arm between two fingers and spinning her around in a small circle quickly. The twisting force pulling her body away as the foal slowly rises higher and higher. The foal vomits everything inside of him until finally his shoulders can no longer handle the strain and his leg tears off.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.
Henri grabs the flying fluffy with his other hand and drops the leg hes holding in his dominate hand and repeating the process 3 more times. Finally when he’s but a pillow fluffy Henri looks at the sobbing mess of a foal. Seeing as the family wasnt looking at him and his clever naming conventions he just throws him has as hard as he can at the play castle where the other fluffies were. The splat causing the fluffies trying to hide inside to shriek unintentionally.
Henri quietly approaches the castle the remaining fluffies too scared to look away from their fluff pile huddling together and shivering. Henri kicks the castle as hard as he can causing it to collapse like all the other fragile piece of junk he sells. The family in the second floor tumbles out of the ruins
“Owie” The mare yelled as the roof fell on top of her. Henri simply walked over the Mother’s head being the only thing visiable under the roof.
“Your name is stompy” Henri coldly announces his face expression.
“Stompie? Stompie nu undastan namsie” the defeated mare resigned herself to death. Her two foals look on with horror as Henri stomps her head into the floor before looking at the 2 remaining foals. He takes one big step closer enjoying the expressions widen on the foals face as he gets closer to them.
“DADDEH GU WAY!” The grey foal utters in a desperate attempt to get the monster to leave his broken family.
Henri for looked at his watch 3:49 he’s been here since 6am, that’s enough working today.
“Why didnt you tell Daddeh you wanted him to go away? Okay il leave.” He turns around and walks 4 steps before continuing “Oh I almost forgot your names” Henri says cruelly before spinning around on his heel. He watches the foals huddle together beginning to crying as hard as they can while hugging. They were sobbing far to hard for them to react to Henri actions.
“Your name is Thirsty” he points to the grey foal. “And your name is Hungry” He points to the orange foal. He watches them still hug and cry. “I wont leave until you tell me you know your names.” He says waiting. “Huuuuuuuu huuuuuuuu twiwstie huuuuu huuuuu” The grey foal barely responds before burying his face back in his sisters fur. “Hungwee” The orange foal says between sobs.
“Good” Henri departs the room with their father in tow walking out of the saferoom.
Thirsty and Hungry the ironically named foals would at first continue to hide in the ruins of their former home scared that the monster might return. After a few hours they would fearfully venture out believing it was safe. Surrounded by toys, clothing, blood, and corpses the foals would spend most of their first day crying and hugging each other. The next day they attempted to look for milkies shirking whenever they accidentally get too close to the splattered remains of their family. By the third day they lay beside each other cheeping weakly for milk or their parents. Eventually they were so hungry they tried to suckle on the mangled remains of Stompy’s teats but failing in getting any milk.
Thirsty would die first, however fate made it so Hungry was just barely able to eat kibble despite not being fully weaned. Most of the kibble was crushed and buried beneath the ruins of the castle where she was far too weak to move the rubble to access it. Eventually she would eat the soft remains of her siblings, and then her mother tearfully taking each bite. She grew strong enough to lift the ruins of the castle to access the last of the kibble 1 week after the first instance of cannibalism. The kibbles only lasted her one day, and having exhausted all her food sources she would die alone 3 days later surrounded by the skeletons and feces of her family.
Rocky woke up in the sorry box being transported unaware of whats going on around him. He would be placed in a observation floor as the fluffy handling staff normally did with survivors. Henri would have killed the father had he not shown exceptional bravery a very rare trait in fluffies. Of course he would not let the opportunity of making Rocky watch his foals Starving and Thirsty surcome to their namesakes go to waste. He would constantly taunt Rocky along with the dozens of other stallions he kept in his breeding pens who faced similar circumstances. The constant crying and filthy conditions made it living hell for those trapped in there. Freedom would eventually come to the infamous Hasbio stallions in the form of a quick death when Henri would be removed from Hasbio’s board of directors in 2039, however Rocky would be long dead by that point. The remaining 7 years of his life would be tortured by the memories and often gloating attitude of Henri whenever he went to the stallion pens.
Henri would hand off the stallion and instruct his employees to not go into room B1-56. He would be nervously approached by his assistant. Apparently Henri had promised to speak to an impoverished youth hockey league for the city he subsidized. Somewhat annoyed he appeared on a Zoom. Henri would deliver a very moving speech about growing up as a pig rancher before becoming CEO of Hasbio, and how he always remembered his roots in Manitoba. After finishing his speech Henri would leave Hasbio HQ followed by his assistant in tow.
“That was incredible Henri the way you described passion and…” The assistant was genuinely surprised at Henri performance as most people would.
“Oh come on I don’t need that bullshit from you, I just made it up on the spot.” Henri dismisses him as he walks towards the limo parked in front of the building illegally.
“Seriously, im not joking that was amazing the way you were able to relate to-” He continues on.
“Just shut the fuck up. People are predictable they like to imagine themselves as great but then what? They do nothing. Those hockey teams might win some meaningless awards; But its not going to be because of my shitty pep talks filled with pointless words and stories. Real victory is derived from personal strength not from others Monsieur Jordan.” He points aggressively at his assistant.
“99.99999% of the population does not have what it takes to be great. They let themselves be dragged down by some social bullshit, and give up on ever achieving greatness. That is why you are inspired by me, or why others hate me. To do what I do consumes your soul and everything you hold personal. Its only after that I was ever able to give to my people and my province.” Henri coldly dismisses the fanboyism as he enters his limo speeding off while passing a police cruiser; The police would never touch him and why would they? He was the prodigal Prince of the prairies. He brought in 6 billion dollars of wealth to the Province when he moved Hasbio and affiliates from Chicago to Winnipeg. It was he who donated 1/5 of his wealth to his Province. When people discus the Manitoba Miracle in the present or future no one could or would deny it was him. He was the Manitoba Miracle.
“What an asshole” A nameless lawyer looks to Jordan as she smokes her cigarette.
“Maybe” Jordan responds. “But nobody else in the world would ever want to be him.” And with that they couldn’t help but watch his Limo drive away. Whatever their opinions on the man one thing is certain; He was the Prince and this was his province.