It was early in the morning, daylight was shining through the windows.
The lights in the fluffymart just turned on, and one of the employees just unlocked the front doors.
The brown fluffy wakes up in its aquarium tank.
The employee grabs a marker from his pocket, erases the number written on a marker board on the tank, then writes a new one.
He puts the marker back into his pocket, then looks back at the brown fluffy.
"Today’s your last day, shitrat.
Today’s your last hope to get sold.
After that…"
He holds his left hand horizontally, then hits it with his right hand vertically, making a chopping gesture.
The brown fluffy flinches, then the employee walks away.
All morning, the fluffy danced and pleaded to anyone who walked nearby to buy it.
“Wook wook am dancin’ fwuffy!”
“Pwease, fwuffie needs new home!”
“Fwuffie wiww gib nyu daddeh wub an’ huggies!”
“Pwease, dis am fwuffy’s wastes’ day!”
“Fwuffie does not wan’ go foweba sweepies!”
“Pwease, fwuffie nee-”
The fluffy pauses as he watches a customer yelling at the employee behind the counter, while holding a kennel cage.
The manager comes out, talks with the customer, then the customer picks out another fluffy and walks away.
The manager then brings the employee to his office, and they both disappear from the fluffy’s sight.
All that’s left for the fluffy to look at is the kennel left on top of the counter.
He sees that whatever was in it was banging against it, but not rapidly.
It would rock the kennel every so often.
The fluffy then saw what was inside as it got closer to the locked cage door, closer to the light.
It looked like a fluffy, but this fluffy didn’t have a worried expression on its face like one would have if crammed inside such a small box.
This fluffy had a blank, wide-eyed expressionless face.
But most unnerving of all, it seemed to stare directly at the brown fluffy from across the room as it continued to hit its hoof against the locked cage door.
The employee came back around and took the kennel with him to the back room where unsold fluffies go, but never return.
The last customer walked out with her own fluffy, and yet the brown fluffy was still in its tank, crying, knowing yet also not knowing what was to come.
The employee came over to this fluffy with a grin on his face.
“Well…day’s over, and you know what that means.”
The employee took him and the other fluffies in the back room.
He then points to the brown fluffy, “You’re first up.”
The fluffy starts bawling now, crying loudly, tears constantly flowing from its eyes like it was Niagara Falls as its front and back legs were strapped to the table.
The employee puts on an apron and holds up a saw.
"I’m not going to cut off all your legs.
Only the back legs.
I want to give you that false hope, that will fool you into thinking that you still have a chance at surviving.
You will continue to suffer, get pushed around by other fluffies, and starve.
Then, when you are on your last breath, you will have realized that your ‘second chance’ was just a lie, a result of your back legs being gone.
Hopefully, some raccoon, cat, or dog will finish you off before the hunger sets in."
He then sets the saw on the back hind leg and starts moving the saw back and forth, across hair and flesh.
“SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!”
The fluffy tries to thrash around as it squeals and shrieks its head off.
He continues sawing it down to the bone, then twists and tears it off, the fluffy still going crazy.
He then grabs a lighter, and slowly burns the wound, watching the bright red turn darker until it becomes charcoal black.
“SCREEEEE!!! NU BUWNIES!!! SCREEEE!!! NU BUWNIES FO’ FWUFFIE!!!”
The employee does the same to the other leg, sawing it through the bone, ripping the rest of it off, then burning the wound.
The fluffy is left a crying, sniffling mess.
The employee grabs the fluffy by the scruff of its neck, walks to the back door and throws it to the dumpster, as it flies through the air and harshly lands on a few garbage bags.
Later, three more fluffies are tossed to the dumpster, one of them landing on a bottle as a shattering noise is heard.
“OWIE! Fwuffy nu wike shawp huwties!”
The last thrown fluffy lands on the rim of the dumpster on its neck, a sickening cracking noise echoes into the night.
A little while after, the brown fluffy can hear the back door close, the employee yelling, a strange noise soon after, and then the sound of a car driving off.
The brown fluffy tries to call out for help.
“Hewp! Heeeewwp! Fwuffies hab nu weggies hewe! Anyone out dewe? Heeewp!”
The broken neck pillow fluffy starts moving around now, moving around it’s stumps to try to move around.
Right next to it was the fluffy cut up by the bottle it landed on.
It tries to inch its way towards it, but it cannot move.
It continues thrashing around until it rolls over, pressing itself right up against the cut fluffy.
“Pwease gib fwuffy huggies…Nu wike shawp huwties…hu hu…”
The broken neck fluffy twists its neck around, opens its mouth, making a low yowling noise, then sinks its teeth into the side of its stomach.
“SCREEEEE!!! NU AM NUMMIES!!”
The broken fluffy doesn’t respond, as it rips off a chunk of fluffy meat, chewing on it.
“SCREEEEE!!”
All around the cut fluffy, the garbage around it starts shaking.
The cut fluffy sees a hoof pop out from the garbage in front of his face.
A fluffy head pops out from the garbage next to the other side of its stomach and bites into it, causing the cut fluffy to scream even more.
Two more fluffies pop out from it the garbage, one unicorn looking severely malnourished, like it starved to death, the other a pegasus, its body looking like it was partially crushed by the garbage.
The fluffy hoof in front of the fluffy’s face rises, until the top torso of the fully is exposed, showing multiple stab wounds throughout its body.
"SCREEEE!!! MUNSTAH FWUFFIES!!!
The pegasus bites one of the cut fluffy’s stumps, the unicorn eating a piece of its back, and the stabbed fluffy goes for its face, sinking its teeth around it’s right eye and taking both the eye and the tissue around it.
“SCREEEEE!!! MUUUUMMMAAAAH!! SABE BEBBEH!!”
The other pillows fluffies look in horror, some trying to run away with no avail, while others try to cover their face and cry.
The brown fluffy looks around and sees a couple of garbage bags making a pile towards the rim that barely just go over it.
The brown fluffy uses it’s front legs, the only legs it has left, and starts moving towards the pile.
Back to the feeding, the screams of the cut fluffy start sounding fainter, as the broken fluffy makes huge chunks from it’s side start going missing, exposing its ribcage and letting some of its other organs fall out.
The pegasus takes note of this, and slightly moves it over, pulling on its intestines, dragging it out from the body.
The unicorn moves from it’s back, exposing its spine, to joining the other fluffy that had its head popped out, eating the flesh and organs from its other side.
The head fluffy rises a bit more, lifting one of its hooves to move a part of it’s small intestine closer to it, as it feeds on it, while the unicorn continues to eat the surrounding flesh.
The stabbed fluffy bites off the left ear, then tears chunks into its throat.
The fluffy makes a few more gurgling cries until it goes silent, its head going limp.
Another pillowed fluffy, a dull green one, starts crying out, trying to close its eyes.
“Dis am not weaw… Am just dweamin’…”
The head fluffy turns around, it’s wide-eyed expressionless and it’s mouth filled with chunks of small intestines now face the dull green fluffy as the rest of it exits the garbage.
As the fluffy gets up from the garbage, its hooves pulls itself up, exposing its torso until it’s own rotting intestines and organs fall out of it, showing a clear cut opening from its chest to its stomach, like it was purposefully cut by a knife.
It pulls itself out, then begins its advance to the dull green one.
The dull green still closes its eyes, repeating to itself, “Am stiww dweamin’… Fwuffy wiww wakies soon…”
The garbage around the dull green fluffy start moving on their own too.
“Fwuffy wiww wakies soon…fwuffy wiww-…screeSCREEEEEEE!!! SCREEEEEE!!!”
It starts being pulled underneath, something attacking its underside.
The disemboweled fluffy bites on a part of its face, then starts pulling it, making it scream even more.
It continues pulling until it starts flipping the fluffy over, showing another fluffy with half of its face missing biting down on the belly of this fluffy, until the pulling from both fluffies eventually start tearing its skin.
The disemboweled fluffy tears off its ear and the scalp in one final tug, flipping it to its side while the bottom fluffy tears off the skin of its belly, disembowelling it, it’s entrails spilling over its half-face, covering it in intestines.
“SCREEEEE!!! SCREEEeeee! Screee…”
The fluffies move away from what was once the cut pillow fluffy, now partially a skeleton and still having what’s left of its flesh eaten by the broken pillow, and move towards the others.
As they do, more fluffies, looking either either crushed or having broken shards of glass poking out from them, rise from the garbage and join the other fluffies on their move to the rest of the pillowed fluffies.
The brown fluffy tries to not look behind, barely making it over the first bag in the pile, still having two others to climb over until it makes it over the edge.
More shrieks are heard from the others, as the snapping and tearing of flesh, and the scream of fluffies fill the night air.
The brown fluffy tries to ignore the horrible sounds, trying to climb the second bag.
The screams start to fade until they stop, and all there’s left is the tearing and chewing of flesh.
The brown fluffy makes it over the second bag, then briefly turns around.
Immediately as it turns around, it sees a dozen more fluffies feasting on the other pillows, with three pursuing jim, one being right behind it, opening its mouth, ready to bite.
The brown fluffy turns around and panics, moving its front legs faster than before, reaching the start of the third bag, dragging itself over it.
The three others move closer to it, with the one on front still right behind the brown fluffy.
The brown fluffy finally makes it over the third bag, now overlooking everything on top of the dumpster.
It turns around, only to be greeted by an open maw, with blood dripping from its snout and flesh between its teeth, barely an inch towards its face.
The fluffy uses it’s hind legs and jumps back, seeing the fluffy grow smaller and smaller as it falls farther and farther from the top of the dumpster, then brutally landing on the asphalt.
As it falls, it breaks both of its remaining legs, with bone poking through its legs.
But that isn’t the worst of the situation.
From the first pleas of help, it had brought the attention of other creatures.
Throughout the attack, more and more attention was brought to the dumpster.
As the fluffy looks up from the bone sticking out from its legs, dozens and dozens of fluffies surround the dumpster, looking at the brown fluffy with wide-eyed faceless expressions, some looking more damaged than others.
The fluffy tries to move, but only succeeds in rolling itself from its side to its back, its underside completely exposed, as the hoard advances.
It was at this moment, it realized that the man was right. Everything was useless in the end.
It could’ve died peacefully right then and there, already in its “wan die” phase.
That was until the feast began.
“SCREEEEEE!!! WAN DIE!!! WAN DIE!!! FWUFFY NU WAN’ TO BE NUMMIES!!! SCREEEEEEEEE!!!”
The night air was filled with screaming, hungry yowling, and the snapping, tearing, and chewing of fluffy flesh.
Eventually, the screaming stopped, and all that was left was the tearing and chewing of flesh and entrails, with yowling coming from the undead briefly fighting over each other on food, biting each other’s food and tearing it into more pieces.