This scene depicts a fairly common occurrence in major cities across the world. Fluffies, known for their reckless curiosity and habit of attempting to forage for food, often find themselves lost in tight, enclosed spaces. Their inconsiderate nature and lack of logical reasoning lead many to wander into the inner workings of buildings, where they become trapped in areas like under the floorboards, wall spaces, and empty crawlspaces—places that aren’t usually secured to prevent entry.
As a result, many fluffies meet their demise in these hidden corners, often unbeknownst to the building owners. Their rotting corpses slowly decay, with the stench eventually leaking through the floorboards, ventilation systems, and airways of the buildings. This frequent issue has led to the rise of cleaning services across the United States and other fluffy-impacted regions, specializing in removing these unpleasant discoveries.
Despite the efforts of building owners to prevent such incidents, fluffies continue to find their way into walls, cavities, and crypt-like spaces, where they inevitably die. This is exactly what happened to the two fluffies shown in this scene. They crawled into the crawlspace of a vacation home, but sadly, were unable to escape.
When the owners returned to their property, they were horrified to discover the source of the foul odor—the decaying bodies of the fluffies trapped under their floor. Shocked by the gruesome discovery, they had no choice but to call in a professional cleaning service to remove the unwanted, rotting intruders.
Love it! Really glad to see more of this, your work is great for these macabre scenes of coming across long-dead creatures in squalid conditions. Brilliantly morbid.
Very cool. Love the art style. Would love to see something like a family of fluffies in various states of decay with sonething like the bestest babbeh begging her parents to wake up
I went to a small marine museum in a fishing town in Japan once. In it was a display of whale and dolphin foetuses in various stages of development, preserved in jars of formaldehyde - you could do something like that, with the different fluffy breeds (earthie, unicorn, etc).
I had an idea (based on a post on 4Chan(?) or Reddit) that I have yet to execute where the sorry-box is a reinforced large box that has shelves full of formaldehyde preserved fluffy fetuses and foals. The young foal has to sit there and stare all of those who came before him to attempt to impart upon him just how easy it is for him to die. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t m, but the sorry box will give the biggest heart-hurties to any foal that has earned its punishment.
That sorry box idea reminds me about the joke with the swearing parrot and the worn out new owner stuffing it into a chest freezer just to get a moment of peace and quiet.
That story reminds me of a strange quote from someone who had paranoid delusions but one of his rants focused on his late bird.
“Here I am living in shit from the goddamn bird for how many years! Fucking little piece of shit bird doing its mating call and I’m fucking annoyed as fuck. Little pussy bird living with that thing shittin on me. Making my room shit. Fucking took that thing, fucking smashed its head. Fucking no more bird holding me under!”
~Terry Davis
Yeah, man, the rot smell of decaying flesh is something you cannot easily forget. I had a similar incident happen, when we were working a field and we discovered a fawn had died and was decaying at the far edge of the field, buried in some tall grasses. Downwind was a hellish experience, to say nonetheless.
