It took about a week for the four idiots to make their house a proper base of operations. Since they were starting from scratch, they needed to get jobs to pay for their nightly purges. But after their first paychecks, they began transforming the rundown suburban house into a true hideout. The garage was fitted with various chemical equipment and various chemicals, along with a corner for experimenting on fluffies. Jacob’s test subjects. When Alex helped Jacob move those chemicals to the garage, he asked “Where do you get this stuff? It’s like you bought this in bulk.” and Jacob simply replied with “I know a guy on Ebay.” It didn’t make sense but Alex didn’t question it further. Another day, Valerio and Samuel were helping Alex build a 3D printer. When Samuel asked “Why did you buy this?” Alex simply responded with “For firearms that can’t be traced back to us. And maybe miniatures.” Valerio and Samuel exchanged looks. Alex used his money to also buy ammo which he made sure to remove the serial numbers from. He wasn’t taking any chances. He was the right hand of God, and he WOULD. NOT. FAIL.
One night, the four idiots put on makeshift outfits as while they had equipment in mind, it wasn’t ready. Samuel wore a hockey mask and leather gloves. He wielded a pitchfork. Alex wore a black trench coat with his usual cross. He had a 3D printed silenced Makarov. Jacob wore a gas mask and his weapon of choice was a simple bowie knife. Valerio wore a hood and bandana, carrying a simple metal bat. As the four men got into their shared car, Alex put on the radio. A banjo filled the car interior as the song began, but it was Alex who began.
“In 2020 we took a little trip…” Samuel continued. “Along with Colonel Alex down the mighty Mississip. We took a little anthrax and we took a little spaghetti. And we caught the bloody fluffies in a town near New Orleans” Soon, the four men sang as Alex drove.
"We fired our guns and the fluffies kept a-runnin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to cryin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico"
Once they arrived, everyone got out in unison. Their mission one. Their minds one. Their hearts cold as steel. In a local park, a fluffy herd of about about 24 was there. 9 adults, 2 toughies and one smarty. Rest adults were mares. The four idiots advanced, Alex starting to sing as he got in a trance.
"Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the shelters
Where the fluffies are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on."
As Alex sang, the herd noticed them. The smarty and his two toughie pals puffed their cheeks. “Dummeh hoomin. Dis am smawty wand. Gib sketties an’ housie an’ toysie an’-” PTINK His brains were blown out the back of his head by Alex aiming a shot. The smarty didn’t even evacuate his bowels as the death came too quick. The park was dead silent safe for the wind. Then “NUUUUU! SPESHUW FWIEND!” yelled a mare. Jacob got to work, picking up a toughie and gutting him like a fish before tossing him carelessly. This one pissed and shat from the pain. “BA’ U-HHLLLKK!”
"I have seen Him in the war fires
Of a hundred burning corpses
We will build Him an altar
In the land he made himself;
I can read His righteous sentence
By his word, I follow through;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His wrath is marching on."
The herd tried to run. But as you can expect from a fluffy, they are not the smartest. Many either ran in circles or tried to sprint for their lives but would drop their foals, which would chirp and peep. A quarter of them were able to speak. “Peep peep Mummuh! Sabe bestest babbeh!” “HuuuHuuu! Nu wike! Wan Mummuh!” “MUNSTUH!” And some even suckled on their hooves, causing mares to turn back and get their children but mostly the favorite ones. Dark colored foals were left behind on the grass. Some tried to waddle but were either too weak or too slow. One thing was clear. NONE ESCAPED.
"I have read a fiery Gospel
Writ in burnished fluffy flesh;
As ye deal with My enemies,
So with you My grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman,
Crush the fluffy with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His wrath is marching on."
Valerio cracked head with his metal bat. Skull and brain matter littering the ground. Samuel stabbed foal after foal onto his pitchfork. They peeped, chirped and cried for their mothers. Samuel continued to impale more foals. The lucky ones died. Jacob continued to cut, slash and gut the worthless parasites. Grabbing a foal off the ground, he held it, seeing it was a bright orange with wings. “Mummuh! Sabe bestest babbeh!” It cried. “Bestest babbeh!” It’s mother cried as Jacob watched it waddle to him. “Gib backies bestest babbeh ow get sowwy hoofsies and mummuh give fowevah sweepies!” Jacob just stared down as the mother used her marshmallow hoofs to hit Jacob in the shin. It was just so… pathetic. “SCREEEEEEEE! WOWSTEST HUWTIES!” Screamed the mare as Jacob stabbed her in the spine. Then, he grabbed her maw and forced it open before shoving her favorite foal inside. The foal’s bones crumpled like match sticks as it was forced down her throat. “There.” He said. Voice devoid of emotion, as he moved on to liquidate the next abomination. He left the mare as she choked on her own favorite child. Both died a slow death as the favorite foal’s bones punctured the mare’s throat. Jacob’s next victim was a fat fluffy foal who gave him “SOWWY POOPIES!” resulting in nothing as the foal had already shat from fear. Jacob simply grabbed it and forced the blade of his bowie knife into the foal’s fat mouth. It choked as it was used as a clearly too small sheath. It let out gargled sounds as it bled from its mouth and anus. Jacob simply did some knife tricks with the foal still on the blade. Its eyes bulged as the cyan colt choked, mouthing “wan die…” for a minute before Jacob flicked his knife, cutting through it as the force caused the bisected foal to be tossed on the grass with a splat.
I have sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat;
I will save the hearts of men
Before his Judgement seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him!
Be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His wrath is marching on.
Less and less voices were heard. Until there was one. The chirps and peeps died down as Samuel plucked off foals from hit pitchfork. “Nuuuuu! Ba’ upsie! Babbeh am fo huggies an wub!” Jacob simply rips the thing in half at the waist before dropping it’s screaming, dying form on the ground, as he moving onto the next one. A green coat with wings. “N-Nice mistah… be nyu daddeh?” the foal asks. “No” was Samuel’s reply before crushing it. Blood, guts and bones erupted from between Samuel’s fingers. Next one. A purple unicorn mare. It suckled on it’s hoof as it’s eyes were still closed. A chirpie. Samuel simply bent it in half with his fingers, causing it to SCREEEEEE in pain. He then pressed down on it’s skull and popped it like a grape before letting it fall.
"He is coming like the rain!
Of the thunderstorm that booms,
He is wisdom to the mighty,
He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His kingdom,
And the blood of fluffies His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His wrath is marching on."
Alex stood, his arms outstretched as he head two fluffy heads he severed with his bare hands. Their blood soaking his hands as he looked towards the sky. He hoped God was watching, for he would do him proud. Stomped foal corpses and mutilated. The park was like a modern abstract painting. Splashes of red on green in random places. The four wasted no time in gathering the corpses and body parts and putting them in a pile. Alex took out his lighter and some gas he brought. The pile was soaked in gas and lit aflame. “Rejoice, for we have culled those abominations from-” “Speshuw fwiend!? Hewwo!? Soon-Mummuh haf biggest scawdies!” The four turned towards the bush. As one, they walked. Pulling the flora away, they saw a pregnant mare. She was so pregnant she couldn’t walk. “Hewwo nice mistuh! Fwuffy am gwape! Be nyu daddeh?” It said. Alex was about to kick it in the stomach. “Wait.” Came Jacob. “We could use her. The Red Plague is still not perfected and a test subject is exactly what I need.” He continued. “Are you suggesting we keep this abomination? You’re fucking crazy.” Alex said back. Grape’s ears flattened against her head. “Huuuhuuu bad wowdsie. Gwape nu wike.” Jacob continued. “She has a name, meaning she was a domestic. Meaning she’ll be easier to handle.” “She also got knocked after running away.” Valerio interrupted. “Correct but think. She is pregnant, meaning we can use the foals as test subjects. I was developing a fluffy pheromone. We pillow the foal and spray it in an alleyway or park. We’ll have bait.” “Nuuuuu! Tummeh-babbeh nu am piwow! Babbeh am fo huggues an wuv!” Alex pondered, the four idiots ignored grape. “Alright.” He finally said, walking back to the car. Jacob smiled beneath his gas mask, sheathing his knife before grabbing Grape by the scruff. “SCREEEEEE! BA UPSIE!” She shrieked, pissing and shitting in fear. Jacob simple held her muzzle shut as he walked to the truck.
On the way back, Grape kept making muffled cries. Something about “Nuu wike vwoom vwoom muntah” or some other dumb shit Alex tuned out. Valerio was watching out the window, seeing a fluffy shelter as they drove by. He made a mental note to mark it on the map in the command room, as they called it. In reality it was a guest room they made into a room with maps, weapons and important documents.
Upon arriving, the four idiots did their own thing. Jacob took Grape to the garage. Alex took the weapons and clothes for cleaning. Valerio for his part checked if any camera caught them either on the way or back. Samuel just went and sat down, watching TV.
“BIGGEST POOPIES!” Grape shouted as she gave birth. The mare gave Jacob 7 test subjects. He let her nurse them over the next few days. However, as he saw a neglected brown foal, he knelt down. The foal chirped and peeped. It looked malnourished. Jacob frowned, this wouldn’t do. He couldn’t let a resource go to waste. “Grape.” “Yes daddeh?” She said, letting a fat blue colt drink her milk. “This baby is hungry. You should feed it.” Grape’s faces turned into a scowl. “Nu. Da am poopie babbeh. Nu desewb miwkiws.” Jacob leaned in, his eyes bore into Grape’s. “Grape. I do not care. You WILL feed your baby. If one baby dies, ALL your babies die. Understand?” He asked, slowly, his voice as cold as a knife. Grape nodded, peeing a bit from fear. Jacob watched as Grape pulled her foal close, clearly not thrilled. She let him feed. The next day, Jacob came in to see the brown foal dead in the corner pen, where Grape was. Her ‘play corner’. After checking the camera, he saw what happened. “Dummeh poopie babbeh! Mummuh hetchu!” She kicked it away as it was trying to feed. A bit too hard and it’s ribs shattered and punctured it’s lung. Jacob kelt down to Grape’s eye level. “I know you killed your foal. Why?” He asked. “Dat babbeh nu am pwetty.” “Why, Grape?” Jacob asked, more forceful. All the while keeping his face stoic. “Mummuh nu cawe bout dummeh poopie babbeh. Poopie babbeh steaw miwkies fo gud dancie babbeh” Jacob’s gaze turned to her fat blue foal. It danced like the waste of space it was. Jacob simply smiled, he looked back to grape. “Don’t care, huh? Well. I don’t care about you or your babies.” Before she could say anything, her dancie baby was lifted up by its scruff. “Nuuuu! Bestest dancie babbeh too wittwe fo upsies!” Grape cried, trying to reach her foal. “Ba upsie! Mummuh heeeeeewp!” It cried, pissing and shitting. The waste falling on his mother. Jacob simply taped it to his workbench on the other side of the room and called Samuel to work. Samuel well… he’s really impressive and sort of a surgeon, he’d turn your skin into clothing. He’s perfect. Samuel cut off the foal’s legs, each cut causing more cheeps, peeps and screeees. “Nu take weggies! Bestest dancie babbeh nee weggies!” Samuel didn’t care. Jacob watched, arms crossed. He didn’t enjoy it, as seen from his stoic face. But boy was he glad to have a test subject. “HuuuHuuu! Daddeh! Babbeh am sowwy! Nu huwt bestest babbeh!” the foal said. Samuel simply picked up the soldering iron and cauterized the cuts. “Daddeh! Pweeze sabe bestest babbeh!” Grape cried but Jacob simply picked up the foal’s severed legs and tossed them at her face. “Here. This is all you get, worthless fucking parasite.” Grape had biggest heart hurties. All while her bestest dancie babbeh. “Thanks Sam.” “No problem, just don’t ask me to go full Ed Gien anytime soon.” He said before walking out the garage.
It took a month later, Jacob made massive improvements to his formula. The Red Plague would now have stands he would pick for the right situation, thanks to Grape and her now-dead foals. All except one. Her sensitive baby which was now essentially just bait, thanks to Jacob’s newly developed pheromones.
Jacob did many experiments. He fed Grape kibble that he injected with various attempts of making new iterations of his Red Plague. 10 minutes after eating, Grape’s stomach bloated and exploded from the inside, causing her to throw up her own gore. Her foals tried to give her hugs but it did nothing. Their mother died and Jacob wasn’t going to morn her. Alex had finished digging a firepit in their backyard so, he would dispose of her ASAP.
Next, a foal was injected with Red Plague. But a diluted solution. It didn’t die but had coughing fits. It died but infected the others in the pen. So, Jacob put the rest five foals in a see-through plastic box and pumped highly concentrated Red Plague. All foals swelled, any orifice bleeding before they popped like balloons. Jacob smiled… this was progress.
A week later, the four idiots ate food when their comedy show was interrupted by the news. It shown the local fluffy shelter was closed down. All fluffies had died mysteriously. Valerio motioned Alex to look. He did. He smiled. Alex had snuck in and put Jacob’s Red Plague gas bomb in the ventilation system. No body was harmed. The place was just purged of abominations. The reported said that there the shelter was untouched aside from a small carving in the wall. It said Therefore the red flood arose, and sprang down unto our door; therefore it will rise and spread further and further, drowning everything along the way.
The sun rose of New Hapshire as the Hasbio scientist looked over the newly bought fluffies. Only three proved compatible for the Smarty Serum, Doctor Jake had prepared. A skyblue mare with a white mane. Alice. A cream colored mare with dark brown mane and tail. Banshee. And lastly, a yellow mare with a green mane. A feral mummah. Jake eyed the trio before walking off. The last test was a failure but he was sure at least one of those was compatible.
Jacob’s notes
Red Plague Strands
Alpha: Bacteria that affects only fluffies. Slow but contagious. Perfect for wild herds. Lingers on a dead for a month. Causes red blood cells to attack the host, making the host weaker each day. Note, a week before death, the fluffy begins to lose mobility as its bones become brittle.
Beta: Standard Red Plague. Dangerous to both fluffies and humans but the latter have a 90% chance of survival, given the right medicine. Caused internal organs to swell and veins to bloat. May cause eyes popping or hanging out of a fluffy’s head. High chance of infected throwing up internal organs.
Gamma: Highly dangerous. Flammable. Affects skin and muscle tissue. Causes fluffy corpses to bloat and pop into a red mist, allowing for more of it to spread via liquid contact. Overkill? Yes but also cool as hell.
Author’s notes: I have plans for the next chapter but I am not sure on if my idea is a good one. I am planning on giving a fluffy sentience, making one as smart as a human. The original idea was to have the fluffy OC Banshee become intelligent and have an existential crisis while helping Alex and his friends on their genocide crusade. This would lead to Alex eventually forming a friendship with Banshee. Alex would still kill all fluffies but he would have trouble putting Banshee down once she was the last one left. There’s two problems. One, I don’t know if it would fly well, and if Banshee’s creator would let me use her for my story. I want to hear your thoughts if I should go through with it or no.
Aside from that, I had the idea to have Samuel do a killing spree in a Hasbio facility where they breed fluffies. Industrial stuff being sabotaged with a Red Plague bomb. Make it fast paced similar to hotline miami.
Q: Why Banshee?
A: I like her design and personality. She is the only fluffy I tolerate. She is moderately behaved and doesn’t want children. Who better?
Q: Will Alex gain a cult following?
A: Yes but it will take time.
Q: Will the dancie babbeh be used as bait?
A: Hell yeah it will. Nothing will happen to it, Jacob keeps his tools cared for. And once it gives out or becomes not worth the effort… Well, I’ll just have to think of a fate for it.