As Gwen and John made it to down the stairs, they could hear another fluffy voice coming from the living room.
“Cawm down! Cawm down!”
When both Gwen and John ran into the room, they saw a door on the other side of the wall open, and saw two new fluffies.
The one that was telling Judith to calm down was an orange Earthie with a green mane, while the other that had just come out from the door, looking the area, was a slightly dirty red unicorn, with it’s cheeks puffed out.
The orange Earthie saw Gwen and John.
“HOWD IT! No gib huwties!”
The red unicorn hears the T.V, and eventually spots it, walking to it.
“A TeeVee!”
Gwen looks at the situation, figuring out that this must have been a herd that was hiding in a now apparent basement downstairs.
Gwen asks the red unicorn, figuring that it must be the smarty of the herd, "How long have you guys been down there?
We could’ve used some help up here."
The red unicorn responded, not looking at Gwen, “Dats am cewwaw, it am safest pwace fow hewd.”
“You mean you didn’t hear the racket that we were making up here?”
"How wewe fwuffies kno wat was goin’ on?
Cowdve been dos munstahs fow aw fwuffies knew."
"That alicorn was screaming.
Surely you must know what a fluffy’s screaming sounds like, those things don’t make any noise.
Anybody would’ve known if somebody needed help!"
The orange Earthie, the “toughie” now looking confused and scared, respond.
“Wook, it am hawd fo fwuffies to heaw fwom down dewe.”
The red unicorn followed up.
“Smawty dought dat fwuffies couwd heaw scweams but…fow aw fwuffies knew, dat cowdve ment dos munstahs wewe in hewe chasing aftew hew.”
“And you wouldn’t come up and help?”
The orange fluffy said, “Wook, if-if dewe wewe mowe-”
The red unicorn interrupts, "Dat wacket sounded wike da pwace was bein’ wipped apawt.
How wewe fwuffies supposed tu kno wat am goin’ on?"
"Now wait a minute.
You just got finished saying that you couldn’t here from down there.
NOW you’re saying that it sounded like the place was being ripped apart.
It would be nice if you got your story consistent, ‘smarty’. "
The red unicorn, now clearly annoyed, puffed up its cheeks and walks up to Gwen.
"Aww wite, now ou’ tew Smawty!
Smarty am no gonna take dat chance wen hewd hab a safe pwace!
Hewd find a safe pwace, an ou’ tewing fwuffies dat fwuffies gotta wisk dewe wibes just becau some munstah awicown need hewp, HUH?!"
The smarty, with it’s cheeks still puffed out, marches over to the cellar door.
Gwen looks at the smarty walking away, “Yeah, something like that.”
The orange toughie, now unsure what to do, tries to speak up.
“Awite, why don we settwe dis-”
“WOOK HOOMAN!”, the red unicorn interrupts again.
"SMARTY CAME UP, OKAWY, FWUFFIES HEWE!
Now Smawty say fwuffies aww go back tu dah cewwaw befow any ob dos munstahs kno fwuffies am hewe!"
John joins the argument, trying to reassure the new fluffies.
“They can’t get in here.”
The orange toughie looks at John with a bit of hope in its eyes.
“Hoomans got dah whol housie safe fwom dah munstahs?”
John looks at the toughie, kneeling down and speaks to it gently, trying to reassure its safety.
"Yeah, most of it except for a few spots upstairs, and fluffies can’t climb.
So I assure you, this is the safest place."
The red unicorn looks at both Gwen and now John.
"Hoomans awe cwazy!
DAH CEWWAW AM DA SAFEST PWACE!"
Gwen looks at the red unicorn, bow getting annoyed by it.
“I’m telling you that they can’t get in here.”
"AN SMAWTY TWEEING DUMMEH HOOMAN DAT DOS MUNSTAHS TUWNED OBAH FWUFFIES DUMPIE HOUSIE!
FWUFFIES WEWE WUCKY TU GET OUT AWIBE!
NOW OU’ TEW SMAWTY DAT DOS MUNSTAHS NO GO DREW DIS-DIS DUMMEH PIWE OB STICKIES!"
The toughie tries to explain to Gwen, "Smawtys hewd an bestes babbeh am downstaiws.
Dah babbeh hab wowst huwties…no even huggies o’ miwkies can make huwties gu away…"
Gwen looks at the toughie with some sympathy, then turns back to the smarty.
“Well I still think we’re better off up here.”
She walks away, looking out through the windows, while the toughie, now believing in the humans, tries to talk to the smarty.
“Fwuffies couwd hab hewp fwom nice hoomans.”
Gwen turns around from the windows.
"With all of us working, we could fix up this place in no time!
We have everything we need to here."
"Fwuffies can take AW DAH NUMMIES to DAH CEWWAW wit fwuffies!
Hoomans am dummies, ou’ kno dat?
Ou got am BUNCHES ob howes up hewe!
Aww dees howes, an ou gonna make dem stwong enuff tu keep dees munstahs out, HUH?!"
"I told you, those things don’t have any strength.
I smashed three of them and another one out the door!"
“An did dummeh hooman hewe Smawty wen Smawty towd ou’ dat dos munstahs tuwned obew OUW DUMPIE HOUSIE!”
“Oh hell, no fluffies can turn over a dumpster.”
"DAT AM SMAWTYS POINT!
DESE AM NU FWUFFIES!
DESE AM OBEW MUNSTAHS!
AN DEWES GONNA BE TOO MANY OB DEMS MUNSTAHS!
AN DAH SOONEW DEY KNO FWUFFIES AM HEWE, DIS PWACE AM GONNA BE CWAWWING WIT EM!"
“Well, if there’s that many, they’ll probably get you wherever you are.”
"Wook.
Dah cewwaw.
In da cewwaw, dewe am onwy one doow, wite?
Just ONE doow dat fwuffies gotta pwotect, wite?
Ib onwy hoomans wewent dummehs, hoomans can boawd up dat one doow fwom in da cewwaw!
But up hewe wit aww dewe pwaces an howes, fwuffies wouwd nu kno wewe munstahs wouwd be commin’ fwom!"
The orange Earthie, now on the humans side, approached its smarty “leader”.
"Wook Smawty Stwawbewwy, ou may be wite.
But in dah cewwaw, dewe am nu oba pwace to wun to.
Ib dey did get in, dat wouwd be it.
Hewd wowd be dun fowe."
The red unicorn shook its head at its subordinate and walks away.
"But fwuffies got hoomans fow pwotecshun to get out ob hewe.
An hoomans can wook out howes tu see dem comin’.
But down dewe wit nu howes, if odaw hoomans did com to hewp, fwuufies wouwd no see ob hewe dem."
“But dah cewwaw am da STWONGEST PWACE!”
“The cellar is a death trap!”
"Tuffy Owange nu kno, Smawty Stwawbewwy.
Tuffy dinks dat hoomans wite.
Nice Wady, du ou’ kno how many munstahs out dewe?"
“I don’t know, it looks like maybe around twelve or so, but they seem to be spread out.”
"WOOK!
Ou’ dummehs can do wat ou’ wile, cuz Smawty gonna go back tu cewwaw, so ou’ better choosie.
Because Smawty gonna stay down dewe wit hewd an no wet any odaw fwuffy in no mattew wat!"
John tries to reason with the Smarty.
“Now look Strawberry-”
“NO, SMAWTY NO AM GONNA WAIT! MAKE CHOOSIES!”
"Now wait a minute!
We can make it to the cellar if we have to.
And if we do need to stay down there, we’ll need some things up here, like food.
So let’s AT LEAST consider this for a while."
John takes his turn looking through the window while Gwen turns away from it, once again facing the smarty.
"You box yourself in the cellar and those things get inside, and you’ve had it.
At least up here, you have a fighting chance!"
Outside, from all the arguing going on inside the house, a couple dozen more fluffies step out of the darkness and into the dim light illuminating from the windows.
John looks away from the window.
“Yeah, it looks more like a couple dozen of them out there now.”
"That’s more than there were.
There are a lot out back, too."
As Gwen walked out the livingroom, she passed by one of the windows, and through the gaps, an arm from a human ghoul, as well as some hooves appear, and the arm grabs her and pulls her towards it.
Outside were two human ghouls, and each were holding a fluffy or two in their arms.
John rushed to her side, pointing the rifle towards the assailants as Gwen raised her tire iron and began striking the hands and hooves reaching out to her.
She strikes the hands that were grabbing her fluffymart coat, trying to break them off.
She breaks a few of its fingers, and continued hitting it until it was just a stump, and the stump pulled back.
She then went after the legs of one ghoul fluffy next, breaking them off easily as it tried to reach out for her.
John takes aim with the rifle, and fires at one of the ghouls holding a fluffy.
The bullet tears right through the fluffy’s chest, hits the ghoul carrying it, and comes out from the back of it.
The ghoul staggers back a bit, both ghoul and fluffy seemingly stunned, then they slowly turn back their attention to John and try reaching out to him.
John cocks the gun again and takes aim.
As he fires, the bullet hits the fluffy in the throat this time, leaving a gaping hole in its neck, as old, almost black blood seeps through.
The bullet goes through the fluffy, and hits the ghoul again, causing it to stagger back.
But once again, both fluffy and human ghoul look back at John and try reaching out to him.
Gwen tells John, “Try aiming for their heads!”
John cocks the gun again, shooting the fluffy first.
The top of the fluffy’s head explodes, as small chunks and tufts of fur scatter in the air and all over it’s ghoul opener, who seemed to have not noticed it.
John shoots the human ghoul in the head next.
The human ghoul crumples to the floor, and falls on it’s back, revealing a bloodied hole where it’s forehead used to be.
Now John and Gwen can see in the distance what was coming.
Now from the arguing and gunshots, they saw in the distance, from the dim moonlight, what looked like nearly a hundred shambling fluffies, with dozens of humanoid figures staggering with them, as they slowly made their way to the house.
Each fluffies were in different conditions.
There were some that looked skin and bones, liked they had starved to death.
There were others that had some abuse injuries inflicted on them, as some were cut open by what looked like knives, their faces looked beaten and smashed, some had their intestines dragging behind them, as if someone had blown them up.
One had even looked like it was stuck with thumbtacks and needles going through its body, looking like a fluffy pincushion.
The rest appeared to be mutilated from fluffy attacks, as some had their faces torn apart, the flesh from their backs missing, or even having the flesh from their legs eaten away, leaving them in an unbalanced shamble.
This mutilated, undead mass of fluffies slowly made their advancement, as they headed their way to the farmhouse.