(The mood struck me to write another sad story. Cant say why but i figured id indulge it a bit before bed)
James was, well calling him a troubled man was an understatement to be sure, he’d lost his job, his mom, and his best friend in one fell swoop because life quite simply wasnt fair. He’d been living out of his dad’s old motel for the better part of a year now because it was the only place he could really afford staying at for longer than a few months at a time.
A dead end soul with no prospects other than a wooden box was the “joke” he carried himself upon. He wondered what made life end up this way. Why it’d all went to shit in the blink of an eye, what cosmic being did he anger and how could he fix things? He didn’t know, “a broken man in a broken world” he said aloud to nobody in particular, yet a reply he got all the same.
“Mystah? Fwuffy am fowh huggies if mystah fewl saddies” a faint voice said from outside the door, he almost thought the air conditioning was blasting him with too much freon and he’d gone loopy again but then the pawing at his door started. His mind went to a single thing in that moment, a word he didnt like to think of himself as, jealous.
The crimson door peeked open for a moment as james looked at his guest, an emaciated fluffy with blue white and red splotches all over his grey coat with a dull brown mane stood before the door, too big to be a talkie baby but too small to be a fully grown fluffy, maybe a runt? He wasn’t sure truthfully, all he knew is that he was jealous of a kids toy having a better outlook on life than he did at the moment
“What is it shitrat?” The bitter words left his mouth before he realised he’d said them, the fluffy sat in near shock at the fact he got a reply, not even realising it was a bad one.
“Fwuffy wan hewp wif wice mystah saddies! Smwudge ams good fwuffy an knu dat huggies makesies houmiemans hab biggewst heawt happies!” It spoke, arms outstretched as matted fluff clung to it’s form, spots worn and rubbed off exposing bare skin to the elements, small red spots dotting the fleshy landscape of the miniature horse.
“Listen, smudge, i dont want fleas and you look coated in em. No hug. Comprende compadrae?” James honestly just hoped it’d wander off if he closed the door in its face, so close the door he did only opening it an hour later to go get something to eat to find the emaciated fluffy huu huuing outside his door.
“God you’re pathetic. Crying over not getting a hug. You know what i need? A damn hug. My mom died. My best friend died. I lost my job and i live in a damn motel! But life isn’t fair mister no hugs so i may as well die. But surely youve got the bigger problems than i do you mutant freak! Oh no the random stranger’s door i pawed on wont give me a hug so i might as well cry and act pathetic till he does! Huh?! What is it with you fucking bio toys man. I swear not a single one of you can do anything for your fucking selves, its always mummah do this daddeh do that with you little freakshows isnt it?!” James finally took a second to look at the fluffy, it yawning softly as it cried into the concrete outside of his room, thats not good, animals yawn when they’re starving.
Much as the little thing annoyed him he didnt think it deserved to die for that slight, sighing to himself as he grabbed a packet of muchy apple slices from the mini fridge in his kitchenette opening them and tossing them infront of the fluffy with as much care as you’d take dropping your keys on your nightstand.
“Eat up smudge. Have your bestest fucking apple nummies or whatever in the hell you call them and get out of here, if you aren’t by the time I’m back… i don’t know I’ll, do something i guess.” James started to walk off only barely hearing a “fank ou” from the starving creature before walking off to get a burger and fries.
Upon his return james glared at the bio toy, fast asleep on his porch after the so graciously given bounty of three day old apple slices, part of him wanted to call fluff control, but he knew it was just signing the creatures death certificate if he did, he’d heard about the feral sterilization project, and this was certainly a feral alright, sighing he nudged it with a walking stick to wake it up, it barely moving till he poked a little too hard on it’s stomach causing the fluff to groan in pain as they stirred before eyes widening in a mixture of awe and terror as he realised he got hit with a sorry stick.
“N-nu meawn to faww asweep mystah, pwease nu gib fwuffy fowebah sweepies? Fwuffy weab nao fwuffy pwomise.” It blurted out in a desperate attempt to save it’s own hide from the meanie mans wrath only to be met with the most tired and apathetic look the fluffy had ever seen.
“Listen i- yeah just. Get going you stupid fluff. Nobody wants you here. Not even me. So just shoo, make it easy on me and just. Scram.” Was his honest reply, the man could barely take care of himself, much less another starving mouth and it was his mouth that he had to watch out for right now.
Stepping over the threshold to his room, bolting the door behind him he lied in bed on his back staring at the ceiling wondering why he didnt just let the poor thing starve. Besides its not like he cared about that kind of thing, did he?
(Forgive any minor mistakes this might have, i was just writing something before passing out for the night as i felt like it and wanted to write another character or two in my little storybook of an apathetic bastard gone soft.)