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“Welcome.” A highly modulated voice speaks as a spotlight flicks on. In the center of the beam is a small brown foal, his pink mane matted down to his back and tail heavily stained.
“…huh?” He mumbles, blinking sleepily at the spotlight.
“You’ve had a rough upbringing, haven’t you?” The voice said.
“… Wha?” He got to his hooves slowly, looking around into the darkness. “Hewwo? Whew am?”
“You’re in my playpen.”
“…Pwaypen? Whewe mummah?!”
To the foal’s right another set of lights flip on illuminating a series of fluffies stuffed into clear plastic pipes, one large one holding a furious looking blue pegasus mare and smaller ones next to her holding a light blue unicorn, a yellow earthie, dark blue earthie, and a pink pegasus. The last tube on the end was empty, but illuminated like the others. The only clearly visible parts of the space were the floor where the foals sat and the tube mechanisms, but shadows behind them looked as if they could be the support beams of a warehouse-like space.
“I would like to play a game.” The voice spoke.
“Uhm… fwuffy wike gamesies… buh…” the foal looked up at the mare, her mouth moving but no sound escaping from the capped tube. “…Mummah nu wike poopeh babbeh pway gamesies…”
“Oh, she can’t stop you here. Don’t worry.” A row of red buttons under each tube lit up, with a large green one on the end.
“Here’s how the game works. Each of the red buttons will release the fluffy in the tube above them. The green button will open the door and let you out of this place. However, if there are any fluffies left in the tubes when the green button is pressed…”
A sharp buzz startled the foal, and the empty tube on the end quickly filled with dark green water.
“Wawa bad fo’ fwuffies!!” The foal squeaked, stumbling back from the splash of fetid water that escaped from the top of the pipe.
“It is, isn’t it? But if you let them out of the tubes first, your family won’t drown.”
The foal swallowed heavily before trotting over to the first button under the mare. As he lifted his hoof over the button the lids lifted off the plastic tubes.
“POOPEH BABBEH GET MUMMAH OWT WITE NAO!! NAO NAO NAO NAO!!!” The mare slammed her hooves into the pipe as she tantrumed.
The brown foal hesitated. He looked from his mother’s tube to his terrified siblings down the line. The blue filly was glaring down at him, cheeks puffed in rage, while his three other siblings sobbed into their hooves. He took a step back from the button, turning instead to the button under the pink foal.
“WHERE DUMMEH BABBEH GUIN’?! YU WET MUMMAH OWT WITE NAO OW MUMMAH GIB YU WOWSTEST STOMPIES!!”
The brown foal continued to ignore her, pressing the red button under his last sibling. The bottom of the pipe opened and she landed on the ground in front of him in a sobbing pile.
“No wowwy sissy, bwuddah nu wet you get huwties.” He wrapped his hooves tightly around her as she sobbed. “Yu am guud sissy.”
“Wai dummeh bwuddah nu wet bestest babbeh owt?!” The blue foal protested.
“Cuz yu meanie!” the brown foal retorted. “Sissy nice to fwuffy, yu meanie!”
“NU TAWK MEANIE TU BESTEST BABBEH!” the mare shrieked. “DUMMEH UGWY BABBEH GUN’ GET WOWSTEST HUWTIES FWOM MUMMAH!!”
“NU!” he snorted back, stomping over. “Yu nu gun huwt fwuffy nu mowe!! Yu be nice to babbehs! Aww babbehs!!”
The mare snorted angrily. “Yu wet mummah owt wite nao!!”
The brown foal turned away, nose in the air. “Nu ‘tiww yu say yu gun’ be nice!”
“MUMMAH NU HAB TU WISTEN TU DUMMEH UGWY NU SMEWW PWETTY BABBEH!!”
The foal snorted and trotted back down the line to where the yellow and blue foals watched anxiously.
“Bwuddahs nu am bewwy nice tu fwuffy…” he said.
“Am sowwy! Nu du ‘gain!” The blue foal squeaked, as the yellow nodded frantically.
“Pwomise?”
“Pwomise!!” They yelled in unison.
The brown foal nodded, pushing each of their buttons and watching them fall from their tubes. The yellow foal quickly embraced him, sobbing into his filthy fluff. “Yu am bwabest bwuddah!!”
“Bestest bwuddah!” The blue foal added.
“NU! BESTEST AM BESTEST!!” the blue filly shrieked. “NU WOOK PWETTY DUMMEH NU AM BESTEST! BESTEST AM!!”
The brown foal shot a glare to the filly before pushing his brother off. “Babbehs nee’ weab. Nu nummies hewe, nu nesties ow toysies!”
The blue foal nodded. “Get mummah and sissy an’ gu!”
The brown foal shook his head. “Nu.”
The siblings stared in horror at him as their mother and sister continued shrieking abuse at them.
“Buh… wawa nu am guud fo’ fwuffies…” the pink filly mumbled.
“Bwuddah knu, buh…” he looked back to his mother, fogging up the plastic tube with her angry shorts. “Mummah nu am guud fwuffy. Sissy nu am guud fwuffy. Gib huwties, maek babbeh eat poopies.”
“Buh who gib nummies?” The yellow foal asked.
“Am fin’ guud nummies!” The brown foal replied. “Mummah nu shawe, say eat poopies buh poopies bad nummies! Bwuddah fin’ own nummies! Can fin’ nummies fo’ bwuddah an’ bwuddah an’ sissy!”
The other foals shared an uneasy look before the yellow foal spoke. “Nu wan’ bwabest bwuddah eat poopies. Nu wan’ get huwties.”
The blue foal nodded in agreement, the pink sniffled quietly. “Nu wan’ see bad wawa…”
“Nu wookies.” The brown said, turning to the button. “Bwuddah push button, den weave. Nu wookies.”
He marched over to the button with his jaw set firmly, the rest of his family still screeching in their tubes. He hovered his hoof over the green light, started to turn his head back to the tubes before closing his eyes, biting his lip, and pressing the button.
The loud buzzer sounded, and light flooded into the space as a door began to lift on the far wall. The brown foal ran back to his siblings and pushed them towards the exit as the pipes opened and water rushed down from above.
The mare and foal had just a moment to stare up in horror before their execution chambers filled with murky green water, only their hooves were visible as they slamming into the clear plastic. The water splashed onto the floor below the open pipes, spreading out across the concrete floor.
As the foals scampered out the open door, the brown foal hesitated at the threshold. He looked back for just a moment, silhouetted by the sunlight, giving the remaining fluffies a sad look before escaping with his family.
