you take a deep breath and start talking
“ok…Milkie, before i start explaining why this happened, i need you to confirm some things for me, can you answer honestly ?”
Milkie was astonished, probably wondering how can a random mistah that just meet him already know what happened
“Miwkie only say twuts! pwomise!”
“Ok, first of all, was your safe room on your daddy’s house big”
“yus! was beeg!”
“how big ?”
“supah beeg!, biggah tan nice mistah’s housie!”
“hm..ok ok, second, did your daddy buy you from a breeder ?”
"“wha am bweeda ?”
“hmm…like…when you were a baby did you grow around your mummah and siblings and a nice mistah, or do you come from a store?”
“oh! yah!! Miwkie gwew with famiwy! and nice mistah gave mummah lots of good nummies fo bestest miwkies fo Miwkie!” Milkie seems to light up at the memories
“ok and now last questions: did this munstah look like a fluffie but with a horn and wings ?”
“YUS! munstah had pointie and wingies! was soooo scadies”
“ok and would you say this “mustah” was a boy or a girl ?”
“hmm…i dunno… munstah had eyewashas…and was pwupwle…maybe giwl ?” the happiness that came to milkie was quickly stopped after being forced to remember that terrifying monster
“ok Milkie Way, im gonna tell you exactly what happened, but i need you to trust me, can you do it ?”
“Y-yus! Miwkie wan know so can say bestest sowwies to daddeh”
“Milkie…your daddy was a rich asshole”
Milkie shuddered at the bad word, but you keep talking before he can interrupt
“he probably bought you so he can flaunt about your pretty fur and your eyes, and he was probably thrilled for you to have babies, since you seem like you have pretty unique genes”
Milkie’s face was shifting quickly from being sad to being happy that his fur was being called pretty
“he probably thought mixing your attributes with another rare fluffie would make an even better fluffy, so he bought an alicorn, or “munstah fluffie” as you call it, to be your special friend”
“W-WHA ? bu…munstah nu can be speshul fwiend!”
“…well, whatever, still, your daddy probably bought her with that purpose, and a purple alicorn…that was probably one of the most expensive ones a person can find…so yeah, long story short, you killed your special friend and wasted probably tens of thousands of your daddy’s money, so that’s why he was so mad”
“nu! NU! that not possibwe! daddeh kno miwkie, kno miwkwie nu wike mustah!, mistah am wying, WYING !” Miwkie became angry quickly, lashing out at you while flailing every part of his body.
“HATE MISTAH! HATE CHU, WYING AM BAD, WAN DADDEH”
- Let Milkie Way tire himself out
- Try to calm him down
- Slap him
One of this options might lead to an early ending, but im not saying which c: