All were quiet, except Zephyr who kept huu huuing
He stepped inside the house. The carpet still had blood in it, but he walked past it and placed the carrier on the table. He then went to the saferoom with Marmalade.
“huu HUU CHIRP WAI DADDEH BWING MUNSTAH CHIRP TU SAFEWOOM HUHU DADDEH DADDEH!!!”
“Don’t mind him Marmalade. This is your new saferoom. Here you have some blockies and other toys, here’s your food and water bowl (he’ll need to replace them with new ones that don’t have “Zephyr” written on them). Here’s your litterbox, you know how to make good poopies, right?”
“YUS, DADDEH! Fwuffy am su happies! Hab safewoom nao! Bu’ wat am dat Daddeh?” He pointed his hoof at the Fluffstation
“Oh, it’s a fluffstation… I’ll show you what it can do when I’ll come back. In the meantime, watch some FluffyTV and uh… here’s a Sketty Snax for you”
“Alright, Zephyr” He picked up the carrier.
“HUHU DADDEH WAI BWING MUNSTAH TU SAFEWOOM DADDEH CHIRP HUU HUU”
“Don’t worry about it, Zephyr. Daddeh will deal with him”
“HUU DADDEH DEWE AM CHIRP MUNSTAH IN SAFEWOOMSIE HUU HUU DADDEH PWEASE HEWP HUU” He cried as they walked past the closed saferoom door.
Steven took him to the bathroom and placed the carrier on the table. The fluffy had been marinating in it’s scaredy-peepees and poopies for the past three excruciating hours. He decided that cleaning the fluffy wasn’t worth it. He took the fluffy out and placed it on the bathroom table
“huu OWIEE OWIEE CHIRP HUU HUU SU MANY HUWTIES DADDEH HUU GIB HUGGIES PWEASE DADDEH HUU HUU NU WAN MOWE HUWTIES DADDEH HUU HUU”
He gave it a nice long pat on it’s head and the fluffy desperately leaned into it.
“Don’t worry, Daddeh will give you medicine that will make the hurties go away. You’ll go to sleep and…”
“NUUU huu huu nu wan sweepies nao daddeh it am stiww biwfdei huu huu nu pway fwuffstashion yet huu daddeh pwomis huu huu HUU AN’ DEWE AM MUNSTAH IN SAFEWOOM DADDEH CHIRP HUU HUU SEFIW AM SU SCAWED HUU HUU PWEASE DADDEH HOWD FWUFFY HUU HUU IT AM AWW SU SCAWY HUU HUU”
Steven opened the euthanasia kit package and continued to pet the bio-toy.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to feel a little owie, then you’ll go to sleep and the owies and hurties will go away”
“Otay daddeh… huu huu Fwuffy twust daddeh huu daddeh gib bestest meddysun tu Sefiw an’ make huwties gu away huu huu”
Steven kept his hand on the Hasbio product and inserted the needle into it.
“huu OWWIE CHIRP HUU huu Sefiw gu sweepies nao? huu nu hab huwties nu mowe? huu huu Sefiw am su sweepy… gudnite daddeh… wub…”
“Daddeh… loves you too”
He cried.
“Daddeh? DADDEH! Sefiw nu hab owies an’ huwties anymowe YAY! An-EEEEEK FWUFFY AM FWYIN’! Bu’… SEFIW AM FWYIN’ DADDEH FOW WEAWSIES NAO HEHE! Daddeh? DADDEH WOOK AT SEFIW DADDEH HUHU WAI DADDEH HAB SADDIE-WAWAS DADDEH? NU WIKE HUU HUU. WAI DADDEH GU ‘WAY NAO WAIT FOW SEFIW DADDEH. SCREEE DADDEH CHIRP MUNSTAH AM NUMMIN’ SEFIWS KIBBWE HUU huu SCREEEE DADDEH MUNSTAH AM IN SEFIWS BEDDIE-SCREEEEE DADDEH DADDEH NU GIB MUNSTAH PETTIES HUU HUU WAI DADDEH GIB MUNSTAH PETTIES HUU HUU WA’ AM HABBENIN’ HUU HUU DADDEH WOOK AT SEFIW PWEASE DADDEH WOOK AT SEFIW GIB SEFIW HUGGIES HUU HUU SCAWY SU SCAWY CHIRP NUUU HUU HUU”
Zephyr saw everything around him getting further away. He was being pulled away from his daddeh, his toysies, his saferoom, everything.
“HUU HUU WA’ AM HABBENIN’ HUU HUU SEFIW NU UNNASTAN’ HUU SCAWY SCAWY HUU”
In the end Skettyland isn’t real and the pits of Hell and the gates of Heaven aren’t for bioengineered souls.
Zephyr went to nothingland.
As for Marmalade, Daddeh showed him how to play his new Fluffstation, though he had to sell “Fluffy Flight Simulator”, because it scared the Alicorn too much. He got him new stylized bowls and he got numerous Sketty Snax treats a day for a few months. Alicorns were indeed smarter, he had no special interests in birds (which was actually to the dismay of Steven) and he never wanted to fly. He knew much larger numbers than Zephyr ever did (like seven) and could even “read” a little (recognize simple words and brand names).
Zephyr was buried in the backyard and his grave is marked by an engraved rock.
About two years later, Steven met an amazing woman, who would eventually become his girlfriend and wife. As luck would have it, she also loved fluffies and had an Alicorn mare. When they moved in together and were planning their first child, they decided to let the two fluffies make babbehs two after constant begging. Most of them were sold off as, first of all, most of the litter wasn’t made up of Alicorns and they were actually very scared to their parents and siblings. Also they sold one of the Alicorns, a not-so-pretty green, who was still worth a fortune. They kept the pretties Alicorn in the family though, a white filly with a light blue mane and tail, who Steven named Zephyra after an old friend.
Steven had some problems with his old Iphone. Apparently, when you don’t update your Iphone for a long time and you don’t have the available space, it forces the update, and because you don’t have the space to update it, it locks the phone up until you do a factory reset. Apple cloud didn’t save anything, so he had lost almost all photos he had made in the last 7 years, including his graduation photos, photos of Zephyr and countless memories. He fell into a depression and cursed Apple and pledged to fight against it until it’s downfall. He started by getting an Android.
He thought he didn’t have any photos of Zephyr to remember him by and that all evidence of his existence (sans his decomposed body) had been erased, until he found his old camera his uncle had gifted him in his photography phase. Most of the photos were amateur photographs of nature, the city and wildlife, but in the very beginning was a photo…
A photo of Zephyr posing with a big bright smile. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get him to look at the camera. In the photo he was looking up at his Daddeh.
So this is it. My first fluffy story completed. I really want to know what you all think. I originally planned it to be a much more cold and apathetic abuse story where the owner just becomes a total psycho when Zephyr injures himself (arguably, this is still the case), but I couldn’t help, but put the flashbacks in and it turned out a Sadbox story.
Also credit where credit is due. This story is heavily inspired by this comic by Artist-kun (even though I wanted the fluffy to die accidentally by it’s own action)
The name Zephyr comes both from the name of the Greek god of the west wind Zephyros and the confectionary named Zefir.
I don’t know when I’ll post another story, but it’ll be much more abuse-based.