Context: Mandy MacFeely and the fluff fair fiasco [2/2] (Poopist_of_bebbehs)
Thank you @Poopiest_of_bebbehs for the cameo in your story.
Owen was just sitting around, doodling on his homework. He was drawing transformers and stars and all sorts of cool boy-ish things. He recently got home from school off the bus. He was a slightly chubby kid, messy blond hair and jeans that went down to his feet and needed to be rolled up a bit to prevent him from tripping on them. He was procrastinating doing the actual math part of his homework. Before his mother happily enters the main door.
“Owwweeeennn~ Guess what mommy got!” she said happily, carrying in a cardboard box. In honesty it made Owen jump a bit.
“Um- what is it mom?” He asked, getting up from the dining room chair and walking over to his mother. She eagerly placed down the box, opening it up to reveal a beautiful white fluffy with purple hair in a bob cut, and a straight cut tail. She opened her eyes to reveal spades, purple spades that stared right into Owen’s soul.
“Nyw fwends?” She asked in a high pitched voice, that sounded close to a human but yet, not close enough. It was.. Strange. It made Owen’s skin crawl.
“Isn’t she just the cutest?” Owen’s mom asked, clasping her hands together before lifting up her new prized possession.
“Yaaaay nyw mamah!” The fluffy cheered as she was lifted up.
“Your name will be Angela! Oh who’s mommy’s favorite fluffy?” She said hugging her new fluffy
“Yayy! Angewa am mama’s favowite fwuffy!” she cheered again, hugging her new owner.
Owen felt.. Weird. Remembering flashes and blurs of an old memory. Being young, holding his mom’s hand. Giant fluffys walking around him. He assumed it was just a bad dream but.. Nevermind that it was not the biggest issue right now. Owen had homework to do. He walked back to the table to continue his homework as his mom eagerly set up the house for their new family member.
A few days past, and Angela was sported out with a new smart collar and a fancy cat door that only let her in. Even Owen could tell it was a bit expensive for their status, though his mom always bought rather expensive things when they couldn’t afford it.
It was just normal to Owen at this point. But that wasn’t important right now, he was busy playing with his hot wheels on the dining room table. He did a little spin with his favorite red car, and then made it vroom all the way to the other side of the table. He paused when he noticed Angela walking around. He paused and looked at the little fluffy walk out of her cat flap. Owen watched curiously and decided to follow her out of the house. He had nothing better to do, as it was a weekend. So he just followed around Angela wondering what she did all day. He followed a bit far behind but close enough to not lose site of her. She walked, swaying her tail back and forth as she happily trotted about. She eventually turned into an alleyway, an area between two buildings, where there was a small box. Owen tilted his head and hid behind the corner, watching as Angela walked over to the box, which had a very pregnant mare, who looked thin in the face, fluff falling out as she sat with her babies.
“Hewwo pwetty mawe. What am wong?” Angela asked, catching the attention of the hungry mare.
“Oh.. hewwo.. Soon mamah am hungwy.. Nu hab nummies fow babies ow tummy babehs.. And speciaw fwend am gone.. Huuu..” she said softly explaining her woes.
“Oh! Weww Angewa knuw how yuu can get nummies. Much nummies fow yuu an babies an tummie babies!”
“Weawwy? Soon mummah nu can get upsies nu mowe doh? How can get nummies?”
“Weww,” Angela said looking at the soon mummah’s babys, noticing a blue one, a light blue one with wings, and a green one. “Angewa knu dat inside gweenie babehs am wots of sketties!”
Owen was confused as hell, as he’d never seen Angela interact with babies before.. And he knew they weren’t full of spaghetti. Why would Angela say such a thing?
“Oh.. buh mamah wub gweenie babeh..” SHe softly protested. Angela shook her head.
“Wub dem mowe den odah babies? Mowe den tummie babehs?” Angela asked, getting the mother to think, and think hard.
“Huu.. am su sowwy babeh.. Buh mamah need nummies fow odah babbehs..” She lifted up the little green jelly bean with her hooves. And put the soft cheeping baby’s head into her mouth. With one hard bite she ripped off the poor things head. Owen stood there in shock, too scared to move away or to even close his eyes. He watched in horror as this fluffy killed its own young. And Angela just.. Watched.
The baby was dead quickly, it was over with in just a moment. And when the head was spat out, it just rolled, mouth a gape and ears limp as it laid on the concrete. The mother looked down to the baby’s body and started to cry, seeing that there in fact was no food for her to eat.
“Oh! Siwwy Angewa. Dewe onwy am sketties in bwue babbehs. Angewa nu see cowows dat good.” She said, pressing a hoof to her cheek as she chuckled. The mother softly cried and her hooves shook as she slowly scooped up her second child, looking it in the face and planting a little lick on its forhead before biting its head off in as quick of a bite as she could, then spitting it out onto the ground. She looked into her baby’s neck hole and started to loudly weep again, seeing no food for her, her last baby, or her tummy babies.
“Oh, siwwy siwwy Angewa! Angewa wemembew now, dewe am onwy sketties in bwu babbehs wiff wingies!” Angela said so surely, so confidently, that the mother had no choice but to believe her.
“Buh.. dat am mummah’s wast babbeh..” She softly protested, looking at her last baby with all her love and sorrow.
“You wub dis babbeh mowe den tummie babehs? What kinda bad mummah awe yuu?” Angela asked acusingly. The mummah shook her head and softly huued between her words.
“Am su su sowwy wast babbeh.. Buh tummeh babbehs need nummies.. Am su su sowwy.. Huu huuu..” She cried, hugging her baby one last time, before biting off its head, and spitting it out. She looked at the body of her last, now dead, baby and cried. She started to sob, hiccupping and burying her face into her hooves. Angela smiled and slowly walked over to the soon mummah. “Wha.. what am yuuu doin- SCREEEEE!!” She yelled out in pain as Angela put all her weight on her front two hooves, and planted them square on the soon mummah’s stomach. Soon a torrent of blood, shit, and premature fluffys gushed out of the mummah. She screamed and cried. “Why?! Why you do dat?! Nu am mummah nu mowe! Nu am soon mummah nu mowe!” She sobbed, hiccuping and sobbing out loudly. Angela stepped off the no-longer-soon mummah and trotted away from the box before looking right at Owen.
Owen ducked away behind the wall of the ally, hyperventilating as he tried to process what he just saw. Something flashed in his head, mothers killing their own babys, people crying and screaming. Were the fluffys hurting the people in his long ago memory?.. Owen couldnt tell, it was too far away, too fuzzy. He jumped when he noticed Angela was standing right there, next to him, staring.
“Owen nu teww anyone about dis. Ow ewcw.. Otay?” Angela said with a sinister smile, just a smile to anyone else, but after what Owen saw, it was terrifying. He nodded his head quickly, just praying this fluffy wouldn’t hurt him. Angela smiled and walked away, going towards home. Owen didn’t know what to do but to follow. He was scared. Shaking, the sobs of the mare still echoing in his head. The site of her unborn forced to see the light of day too soon, scarred into his mind.
When Owen got home, he just, stood there for a moment. He slowly stepped in the door, and decided he was hungry. So he grabbed some bread from the cupboard, and grabbed some nutella, spreading it on a sandwich and walking off to the dinning room to eat it. He sat down, taking a bite of his sandwich, trying to forget what he’s seen. Though, his eyes kept falling to Angela, who.. Kept looking at him. He tried to keep his eyes on his sandwich, but swallowing his food felt like eating rocks, keeping his eyes down, looking at the table. Till he felt a slight tap on his leg. He looked down and froze for a moment.
“Hewwo Owen.” Angela said, looking up at him with those spade eyes.
“O-oh.. hello A-Angela..” Owen stammered, gulping a bit as he looked at the little killer before him.
“Am dat fow Angewa?” She asked so innocently. Owen looked at his sandwich and looked back to Angela.
“Oh.. no th-this is my lunch.” He said softly, trying to give Angela a slight smile.
“You didn’t heaw me.” She said so sternly. “Am, dat, fow, Angewa?” She said with such sternness in her voice. Owen couldn’t help but gulp, looking at his sandwich before looking at Angela. Seeing that lack of shine in her eyes, that smile, that voice that felt so crushing. After seeing her actively rid a mare of her young with the promise of food..
He just, slowly handed her the sandwich. In which she took it in her mouth and walked away with it, taking it near her food bowl and munching at it happily. Owen sat there, a hungry tummy and a head full of thoughts. He wanted to do something, but.. He didn’t know what he could do. He got up once Angela was done eating, and had licked her fur clean of the hazelnut spread. He reached up to make himself another sandwich.
“Maaaaaamaaaaah?” Angela called out and trotted to the living room. “Am Owen awwowed two wunch timesies?” She asked so innocently, yet loud enough for Owen to hear from the kitchen.
“Owen! What did I say about over eating?” His mom called out to the boy, getting up from the couch and walking to the kitchen, white fluffy in her arms.
“But- i-” Owen stammered, trying to think of something to say “But Angela ate my lunch..”
“Angewa did not!” She called out, staring Owen dead in the eyes before looking up to Owen’s mom. “ He wie! He a wies!” she said looking up to Owen’s mom, who looked back at her with soft eyes. Before turning to Owen with stern eyes.
“Owen don’t you lie to me! You know you’re not allowed snacks after lunch!” She scolded him, shaking her finger at the boy. He just stood there and stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, an explanation, but.. Nothing. “Thats it Owen, go to your room!” She pointed her finger to the stairs, in which Owen slumped down and slowly trudged to his room. “Now!” she scolded when he didn’t move fast enough for her taste. He hurried up the stairs, nearly tripping over himself. He got up to his room and closed the door, careful not to slam it and anger his mother anymore. He just sat on his bed, thinking about what he saw, what just happened. And what he could do about it. He didn’t understand these memories nor what Angela was doing. And it all scared him.
After a few minutes of sitting in his room, there was the knocking of little hooves at her door. He looked at the door and slowly got up, walking over to it and opening it. And there was Angela. She smiled at him, that weird smile that made Owen’s gut churn. She walked in and jumped onto the bed sitting down.
“Angewa am juss hewpin yuu,” She said softly, with such confidence it felt true. With such a soft look in her eyes, it confused Owen.
“What.. what do you mean?..” Owen asks, confused as hell and ringing his hands together, gulping down the anxiety and trying to focus on what the fluffy was saying.
“Weww, yuu am.. Big babbeh. Nu need mow nummies. What wiww odah babbeh huumens fink?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Owen stood in shock, looking down to his body. He never thought about his weight before like that.. He looked at his kinda chubby hands, and his round body. He was a bit bigger than other kids, but..
Was she really helping him? Was his weight so bad that a fluffy could see how bad it was?..
“Oh..” He mumbled softly, unsure of what to make of her statement. He slowly closed his hands and kept his gaze to the floor.
“Angewa juss twyin tu hewp yuu. Angewa wub yuu.” She said, jumping off the bed and walking over to him, resting a hoof on his leg. Owen tried to smile a bit, unsure of what she meant by that.. This fluffy just got a mare to kill her kids and killed her unborn. And yet.. She was trying to help him? Owen was so so very confused. So he just nodded his head and smiled a little at her. She smiled widely, her teeth having a weirdness to them, like looking into a shark’s mouth.
Angela just trotted out of the room. Owen just stood there for a moment, deciding to play with his toys for a bit before he had to eat dinner when it was time.
He walked down from his room when his mom called for dinner, noticing she made Angela’s favorite, spaghetti.
“Yaaay! Fank yuu mama!” Angela said bouncing up and down seeing the bowl of skettie being placed in front of her in her doggy bowl. A real bowl was made for Owen and his mom, who both sat at the table.
“Mom.. am i.. Big?..” Owen asked softly, looking down to his food.
“What would make you say that Owen?” His mother asked, looking at her son with confusion in her eyes.
“I.. i dont know..” Owen lied, looking down to his food, unsure of what to say. Should he tell the truth? Angela was right there though, he could feel her eyes staring into his side. “Some.. kid at school said something about it..” He fibbed.
“Oh hunny..” His mom cooed, gently patting his hand. Owen looked up with a soft smile, ready to be comforted. “If you want we can place you on a diet moving forward. That might help.” She said, Owen’s smile quickly left, his heart crashed in his chest. He looked back down, even his mother thought he needed to be thinner? Was it that bad? That even his mother thought ill of him? Angela turned towards her food and kept eating. Owen just stared at his food, barely eating it.
Once Owen had sat through his mom finishing her meal, he trudged back upstairs. He sat on his bed and quietly sniffled to himself, unsure of what to do. Soon he just sighed and changed into pajamas. He laid down in his bed, pulling his covers over himself and staring at the ceiling. He slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Soon he was asleep. And the dreams began, big fluffys walking on two legs. All around him, stepping and marching. He was small, so small, and all he could see was a sea of huge multicolored fluffys standing all around him. It was terrifying. Some were naked, some had clothes. Some just had fur. And his little eyes had to see it all. Soon there was the largest one of them all. A big soon mummah with a red mane and yellow fluff walked over. Her belly was big and round, and she stunk of death..
“BIGGEST POOPSIES!” She yelled out, a wave of fluffys poured out of her special place, all smelt like rotten food and what Owen only knew as death. It poured all around him, filling up the space he had till he couldn’t breathe, they surrounded him, as he tried to climb above the sea of fluffies he felt himself running out of breath, it was so close yet so far away, his hands felt the fresh air but his face couldn’t make it up.
Then he woke, gasping for air as something fluffy laid on him. He clawed at it and struggled, in a delirious state trying desperately to get air. Soon he grabbed the thing on top of him and pulled it off with both hands.
“Wet gu! Wet Angewa gu! Maaaamaaaaaaa!!” she called out as Owen sat up to breath, dropping Angela as he gulped down the sweet sweet air. His face was hot, and his arms shook as he teared up a bit.
“Owen, Owen leave Angela alone-” His mother grumpilly said, as she had slugged her way over to Owen’s bedroom. There dressed in her nightgown and silk robe she crossed her arms at Owen. Seemingly disappointed..
“I-im sorry mom- i-” Owen blabbered trying to get out an explanation. Angela ran over to Owen’s mom, being picked up by her as she scanned the fluffy for wounds, seeing a bit of blood in her fur from Owen’s nails.
“Enough Owen! You’ve been acting out all day! I’ve had enough of it!” She scolded, shaking her finger at her own son. “You’re grounded for tomorrow, meaning no hanging out with friends and no electronics or candy!”
Owen sat there staring at his mom, he didn’t understand what he did wrong, he just sat with his mouth a gape as he tried to process what had happened. All he could muster was a weak “I’m sorry..” before looking down at his own hands. A tear falling down into his palm. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it.
“Good night Owen..” His mother said sternly before slamming shut his bedroom door. Owen jumped and stared at his door for a moment before laying back down on his side, tearing up, sniffling, and trying to stifle his cries.
When Owen woke up he got dressed for school, grabbed his backpack and headed down the stairs. He paused though, seeing Angela at her food bowl when he entered the kitchen. She looked back to see him, a dead-pan look on her face, till she saw Owen. Then she smiled, wide. It spooked Owen, should a fluffy act like this? He just slowly dragged his feet over to the dining room table, keeping his head down pointed at his toes. He just ate his lucky charms in silence, trying to keep to himself till the bus came. In which he eagerly hurried out the door and climbed up the steps, smiling and greeted by his friends.
Owen practically skipped off the bus, saying thank you to the driver when he was dropped back off at home. He smiled and looked at his house, holding onto his backpack straps and hurried inside. But once he closed the door behind him, his blood ran cold.
“Hewwo Owen,” Angela cooed, trotting over from the kitchen. She swished her tail as she walked, and had such a large smile on her face. She walked between his legs and cooed. Owen stood there and shook, fearful of this little creature. He slowly tried to walk away, though Angela kept walking between his legs, making it hard to walk without stepping on her.
“A-Angela.. Can you please move?..” Owen asked very softly.
“Hmmm.. nu.” She said looking up at him with her large, large smile. Owen was almost sure she was getting joy from this, as he tried to maneuver around her, she tried to slip under his food with each movement, sticking so close to his legs he almost tr-
“Ah!” Owen yelled out as he tripped. Toppling over Angela, with his arms stretching out to brace him from the floor. He landed with a thud, and heard Huu Huuing from Angela. “O-oh no- are you okay?-” Owen asked, less worried for her and more worried she’d tell his mother.
“Huu huu, why meanie Owen huwt Angewa? Nu did nuffin wong!” She cried out. Owen’s mother came from the living room already looking upset.
“Owen, what did you do now?” She asked, hands on her hips as she looked down at her child with disappointment. That look made Owen’s heart sink. He stared up at his mother for a moment before looking down to the floor, unable to take that disappointed stare.
“I-I tripped..” Owen spoke honestly, “A-And fell over Angela.. I didn’t mean too..” He said sniffling a bit. His mother sighed and offered him a hand.
“You need to watch where you step Owen, you could have hurt her.” He smiled a bit, seeing this outstretched hand as an act of kindness from his mother. He took her hand and got up. She smiled at him and ruffled his hair before walking past him to the fluffy. “You okay Angela?” She asked as she picked up her designer fluffy.
“Huu huu, am otay mamah, don’t know why Owen wouwd huwt Angewa doh..” She said in a sickly sweet voice, her large eyes staring at Owen’s mother as she looked sympathetically at her fluffy.
“Oh, its okay Angela, Mommy’s here” She cooed at her fluffy, hugging her close. Owen couldn’t help but feel his heart sink, he didn’t understand why, but seeing his mother coddle Angela.. Hurt him. “Owen, why don’t you get started on your homework. Then you can go play.” She spoke bluntly, an edge of kindness in her voice, and Owen would take all the kindness he could get. He smiled and nodded his head.
“Okay mom.” He said, readjusting his backpack and heading to the dining room table. He took off his backpack and removed his folder from it, pulling out his homework. He started on his math homework, though he hated math he had to get it done. After a while of scribbling answers he got stuck, he was never good at finding X in an equation, yet he had to do it. Soon Angela waddled over to him from the living room.
“Whatcha doooin?” She asked so innocently, looking up at Owen with those Spade eyes. Owen anxiously looked down to Angela, he didn’t really want to talk to Angela, but he disliked homework more than her right now.
“Homework. It’s when you have to take schoolwork home, or when teachers are just being mean and give it to you anyways..” Owen said that last part with a slight huff, pouting a bit as he looked back to his homework.
“Oh, why do it if it nu fun?” She asked tilting her head
“Cuz if i dont i’ll get in trouble.” Owen admitted. Still scribbling down notes on his homework.
“Can Angewa see? Can hewp!” She said with her sweet innocent smile. Owen was sceptical, but slowly showed the paper to Angela. “Angewa nu can see, bwing it down mowe.” She waved her hoof to him gesturing for him to bring it lower. Which, he reluctantly did.
Angela, as quickly as a fluffy could, jumped up and bit the bottom of Owen’s homework.
“H-Hey!” He yelled out trying to pull it back from her, trying to avoid ripping it, though Angela didn’t seem to have the same motive, as she pulled the paper as hard as she could, crumpling it, and slobbering on it, till eventually it ripped. Owen stood there staring at his half-of-homework in his hands, and looked back to Angela, who just smiled and quickly gobbled up the other half. “Angela, why?” Owen asked, staring at her, slightly yelling as he got frustrated.
“Tee hee,” She said with a little smirk, “See, now dewe am wess homewowk tu du.” She spoke with a smile that seemed almost unnatural on a fluffy, Owen didn’t know how to describe it, it just felt.. Wrong.
“Angela i’ll get in trouble for not bringing in all the homework!” Owen tried to explain, though Angela only grinned more, bearing her teeth at him.
“Oh weww, Dat suwe am stinkies.” she said with her cruel smile, almost like she knew, somehow.
“Angela! What am I supposed to do now?” He asked, tearing up a bit as he started to panic, worried about his math teacher’s wrath.
“Owen!” His mother yelled out from the living room. She soon marched over, seeing Owen holding half his homework. “What did you do now, Owen?”
“A-Angela ate my homework!” he said pointing toward the fluffy, who gave a look of shock.
“Did not! Owen wie!” She claimed, pointing her hoof at Owen, looking at Owen’s mother. She looked at Owen then at Angela.
“Owen stop lying, what did you do to your homework?” She asked sternly. Owen just stammered in shock, trying to think of why his mother wouldn’t believe him.
“But its true! She asked to see it then when I showed her she jumped up and bit at it!” He tried to protest, though his mother turned her nose up at him.
“Owen, I taught you better than to lie! Go to your room!” She said angrily, pointing up at the stairs.
“B-But-”
“No buts, now!” She commanded, Owen jumped a bit in shock of his mother’s tone and grabbed his backpack, quickly rushing up the steps. He ran onto his bed and started to cry, sniffling and trying to quiet his little noises. After a few minutes Owen sat on his bed and hunched over, trying to finish his homework the best he could.
