It’s a Seuwat Wuvs Yu story.
“SKEWEW… AM… SAC-WI-VICE!!!” Anwand shouted at the top of his lungs.
Skewer was at the castwe doow, guarding it like he always did, when he heard that announcement.
He looked at Anwand in disbelief, the head toughie atop the big tree, standing in front of Seuwat’s housie.
Skewer couldn’t believe it.
“Skewew am sac wi vice?” Ask Speaw aloud.
“Skewew! Skewew!” Spike screamed.
Thown had suddenly knocked him to the ground.
“Skewew am sac wi vice!”
Skewer looked at them stunned, as more and more the herd began to surround him. All of them chanting in unison.
SKE-WEW! … SKE-WEW! … SKE-WEW!
Skewer stared at them. He was stunned. He couldn’t believe it. He began to smile.
“Ske… Skewew… am… sac wi vice?”
Suddenly the herd began to crowd around him. They cheered for him, nuzzled him and gave him warm hugs, as Skewer tried to process this. He thought that this was a sweepy time picture, but he could the smiles of his herd, hear their happy cheers, feel the warmth of their love. This was real. This was really happening.
He had been chosen.
Seuwat had made him sac-wi-vice.
He was going to Skettiland.
His smile turned to a grin, and he stood up proudly.
“SKEWEW AM SAC WI VICE!!!” Skewer screamed with glee..
SKEWEW! SKEWEW! SKEWEW!
Pisawo watched with a smile, as he rested lazily atop a bed of grass, leaves and fur tufts. He watched from his perch on one of the higher nesties, looking down at the herd.
A couple of them were dancing, while some others sang. Some of the babbehs chased each other in a game of huggie tag, while some others played with the many non-nummie objects they had collected during nummie finding time. Pisawo watched with a smile. He had lived for a while now. A very long while. Long enough that he got tired easily and lacked the energy that the younger Fluffies had. Still, watching his herd have fun. Their smiles and giggles. It was more than enough to give him heawt happies.
A couple others were gathered around the nummie pile. Stuffing their faces happily into the large stack of berries, leaves and other edibles. Usually they would save the nummies over a couple of bright times, but never on the bright time of sacrifice. Never.
For, it was a time of celebration.
A time to have fun and enjoy life.
A time to remember the sac-wi-vice.
After all, this was going to be the last time they saw him.
Pisawo looked at Skewew, standing at the center of the herd. He was talking to a couple of the Fluffies. Some of them were crying, saying how much they were gonna miss him. Others were cheering and telling him how happy they were for him, but he saw a Fluffy watching from afar. One who was neither smiling nor frowning. It was Dwill. He was watching quietly, but his face said it all. A wish to be in Skewew’s hoofies. To be celebrated. To be this bright time sac-wi-vice.
Pisawo knew that feeling all too well. He and Anwand. The bright times they would watch with envy, seeing all those lucky Fluffies chosen by Seuwat to be sac-wi-vice. How unfair it was that he was never chosen. Only able to watch as other Fluffies got chosen by Seuwat. He would never say it of course. He wasn’t a Hewetic, and hopefully Seuwat could forgive his thinky place for saying it, but that was a long time ago. Many, many bright and darkie times ago.
Now he was happy not being chosen. He found that watching over his herd was enough. Seeing the new babbehs brought to the herd. Teaching them about all Suerat’s lessons and such. Watching the babbehs grow into the big Fluffies who helped the herd in many ways. They all made him so proud. All of the herd. Some were big Fluffies and some were babbehs, but to him, they were all still his babbehs.
Just like Dwill.
Pisawo got up and stretched, walking down as the herd continued to sing and dance. He walked up to Dwill, all alone on his corner, and Pisawo nuzzling him. Surprising the Fluffy.
“Dwill wi gu Skettiwand wan bwight tyme” Pisawo said calmly.
Dwill looked at him with even more surprise, before lowering his head in shame.
“Hao Pisawo kno wat Dwill thinky pwace talkies?”
Pisawo smiled “Caw Pisawo da same befo. Thinky pwace awways mak talkies n ask y Pisawo nu be sac-wi-vice n gu Skettiwand”
“Weally!?” Dwill asked in disbelief.
Pisawo nodded “Bu nut anymo. Pisawo nu need gu Skettiwand”.
“Wha!? Y?!”
“Caw dis am Pisawo Skettiwand”
Dwill looked at Pisawo with confusion, then he looked at the herd.
“Dwill nu undewstan”
Pisawo nodded.
“Skettiwand am pwace whewwe Fwuffy hab most heawt happies, wight?”
Dwill thought about it, then nodded.
“Weww Pisawo hab most heawt happies wit hewd, su dis am Pisawo Skettiwand”.
Dwill looked at him with amazement, and Pisawo smiled, before giving the Fluffy a serious look.
“Nao Dwill nu be saddies, gu be happies, am specaw bwight tyme fo Skewew!”
Dwill grinned, then nodded vigorously.
“Dwill gon teww Skewew dat Dwill wi miss Skewew”
Pisawo nodded and watched as Dwill ran over to Skewew.
He smiled to himself. Feeling more heawt happies.
This really was his Skettiland.
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
Skewer looked at his surroundings in awe. He had been quite a number of times. Here at the Sac-wi-vice Awataw, but not at this bit, not in front of the Sac-wi-vice doow. Always at the area where the herd watched.
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
Skewer smiled slightly. He could still kind of remember the last time he did this. Saying Seuwat and stomping his hooves, with the rest of the herd. All for the other sac-wi-vice. What was their namesie again? He couldn’t remember.
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
Skewer felt weird. Heawt happies, but also this a scardey feeling. He didn’t understand why, but the thought of leaving the herd gave him scardies. Maybe because he wasn’t going to see them again. Yet a part of him knew that it was going to be okay.
SUEWAT! STOMP STOMP!
SUEWAT! STOMP
The herd had stopped stomping their hooves, and Anwand stepped forward.
“Am tyme fo SAC-WI-VICE!!!”
SKE WEW!!!
The herd screamed out in unison.
Skewer smiled. Feeling the heawt happies, but also that same scardey feeling.
He noticed Anwand and Piwaso approaching.
The two would nuzzle him.
“Am Skewew weady?” Piwaso asked.
Skewer looked at Piwaso worriedly. He wanted to say weady, but he was not sure.
“Skewew am scawdie wight?” Anwand
Skewer looked at Anwant with surprise.
“H… hao Anwand kno!?”
Anwand made a small laugh.
“Anwand kno becaw aww Sac-wi-vice am samesie, awways hab scawdies befo time tu gu”
“Y Skewew hab scawdies?” Skewer asked.
Anwand and Piwaso looked at each other, and then Anwand raised his head in the air. Clearly he was using his thinky pwace.
“Anwand tink… tink Skewew hab sacwdies becaw Skewew am weave hewd. Nu stay in Castwe n hab fun tymsie wit hewd nu mowe. Skewew am gu nyu pwace… dat y Skewew hab scawdies”.
Skewew looked at Anwand in amazement, then smiled.
“Anwand weally am Smawty” Skewew replied.
Anwand giggled and so did Piwaso.
“Anwand am nut Smawty, am Toughie… Seuwat Toughie”.
Skewew nodded.
“Skewew am Seuwat Toughie tu n… n Skewew am weady”.
Anwand and Piwaso nodded with smiles, and the two nuzzled Skewew. Then Anwand stepped towards the Sac-Wi-Vice doowsie.
“Seuwat!” Anwand shouted “Sac-Wi-Vice am weady!”
The Sac-wi-vice doow would open and the hewd would begin to cheer.
SEUWAT! STOMP STOMP
SEUWAT! STOMP STOMP
SEUWAT! STOMP STOMP
Skewer smiled. He didn’t feel the scawdies anymore. Just heawt happies.
SEUWAT! STOMP STOMP
SEUWAT! STOMP STOMP
SEUWAT! STOMP STOMP
Anwand and Piwaso approached him again, and then two Fluffies hugged him.
“Hab funsie in Skettiwand, Skewew” Piwaso stated
“Hewd wi see yu in Skettiwand anotha bwight time” Anwand added.
Skewer nodded, and walked through the doow.
He turned back to face the two. Both waving their hooves.
“N awways wemeba?” Skewer asked
“Seuwat wuvs yu!” Anwand and Piwaso replied.
Upon saying that the doow closed.
Now it was just Skewer.
Suddenly another doow opened and Skewer looked at it curiously. He wandered through the doow and found himself somewhere different. It was like he was in the cave. No mowe sky. No mowe bright ball and pretty clouds, but for some reason, this cave was just as bright as the bright time sky. So bright that he could see everything. Not that there was anything to see. It was just walls.
Hello everybody!
Skewer looked around in shock. There was no one here but him. So who had said that?
Welcome to this week’s sacrifice
Skewer spun around nervously, trying to find who said that. Sac wi vice?. The voice had said that didn’t it? That was him. He didn’t understand the other words, but was the voice talking about him?
The donations are in and have been counter. Sacrifice, Skewer…
“Yus?!” Skewer cried out nervously “Am Sacw-”
… The audience has decided… Abuse.
“Who… talkies?!” Skewer cried aloud.
There was something about the voice. Not the same voices as Seuwat, but the way the voice spoke. The words it used. It was like Seuwat.
“Am dis Seuwat?”
And always remember…
“Y… yus?!” Skewer cried out in fear.
Seurat… Hates you
Skewer looked around in confusion. What did the weird voice just say?! Seuwat hates yu?! Huh?!
“Wa… wha?!”
The voice did not respond. There was only silence. Skewer spun around in confusion trying to see if he could see who was speaking, but there was no one and nowhere to hide. It was just him.
“He… hewwo?!”
What was going on? Who was that voice and why did they say Seuwat hates yu?!
“Who dat!? Y sa Seuwat hates yu!?”
A door suddenly opened and Skewer jumped back.
He didn’t like this.
He stared at the door, but all he could see was darkness.
Hmmm HN Hmm HN Hn hn Hmm HN Hn hn Hmmm hn HM hnnnn
Skewer froze.
He knew that sound. A song without wordies. He only heard it once in his life, but he would never forget it. How could he? It was the scariest moment in his life.
The time he was almost killed by the Wingie munstahs
Hmmm HN Hmm HN Hn hn Hmm HN Hn hn Hmmm hn HM hnnnn
From the shadow, something came out. Something that filled Skewer a dread.
A Fluffy. Slightly larger. White fur. Yellow mane and tail…. Wingies.
“Wingie munstah” Skewer muttered.
The Wingie munstah stared at him and Skewer stepped back in fear, as so many thoughts ran around his thinky place.
What was going on? Why did the voice say Seuwat hates you? Why was there a wingie munstah in the Sac-wi-vice pwace? Was herd in trouble? Where was Skettiland?
I did it…. Mmmmyyy waaay
The thoughts disappeared. Skewer knew he needed to focus on what was in front of him and he stared at the Wingie munstah as it smiled at him with such pointy teethies.
Skewer jumped backed and though he felt so many scawdies, he puffed his cheeks as wide as he could and stomped on the ground as hard as possible. A hope that he could scare the Wingie Munstah into running away, but it did not work, the Wingie Munstah continued to make walkies toward Skewer, all with the scariest smile.
“Sta bac! O Skewew gib wowstest huwties!”
Skewer felt a rumbling in his tummy and he got an idea. He glared angrily, watching as the Wingie Munstah approached. It was making slow walkies. Was that okay? He remembered someone telling him something before. One of the Toughies when he was still learning to become one. What was it? Am hawd tu use thinky pwace wen wun.
Suddenly the Wingie munstah lunged at him with a mouth full of sharp teeth.
Skewer had such big scawdies and his thinky place had froze, but his body already knew what to do, and jumped away.
The Wingie munstah just barely missed him.
Wun!
That was his thinky place and Skewer agreed. He quickly scrambled to his hoofies and ran.
Wun!!
Skewer ran as fast as his hoofies could take him, he looked behind briefly and saw that the Wingie Munstah was giving chase.
Wun!!!
Skewer tried to run faster, but the Wingie Munstah was getting closer. It suddenly jump and Skewer jumped to the side.
The Wingie munstah once again barely missed him, but it had a smile.
“Sew like when Fwuffy wun! Wun! WUN!”
Skewer looked back with a mix of fear and confusion. Wingie munstah could make talkies!?
“Nu huwt Skewew!” Skewer shouted
The Wingie munstah giggled and lunged at him, and this time Skewer was unable to jump away in time.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Pointing things had sunk into one of his back weggies, giving him sharp burnie hurties. Skewer tried to shake the Wingie munstah away, but found himself being dragged away.
“NU HUWT SKEWEW! NU HUWT SKEWEW!” Skewer screamed.
A hoof to the snoot. Skewer found himself crying after the Wingie munstah had given worstest hoof hurties.
“Sacwifice am tu noisy dis bwight time”
The Wingie munstah jumped back and began making walkies around Skewer, as Skewer stared back at it. He felt a strange burnie hurties from his back weggie and more hurties in his smell pwace, but the main thing he was more focused on, was what the Wingie munstah had said. Why did the Wingie munstah know he was sacwifice? And dis bwight time? Skewer was feeling many things, but right now all he needed to do was survive.
The Wingie munstah began to wun, and Skewer knew this was time to strike.
Skewer quickly turned around and lifted his tail. Just like the herd did during raid time. The poopie whine, and the Wingie munstah would not be able to use its thinky pwace wen wun.
“WORSTEST POOPIES!” Skewer screamed.
Skewer let out all the poopies in his tummy. Or at least he was supposed to, but nothing came out. No poopies.
“Huh!?” Skewer asked in surprised.
Skewer turned around to see that the Wingie munstah had jumped away, looking at him in confusion. He was just as confused. Why didn’t he make poopies? He noticed some poopies at the distance. The place where he was previously standing. Were those his poopies? Did he make poopies earlier without realizing?
His thoughts were interrupted by the Wingie munstah. The Wingie munstah was laughing. It was kind of cute.
“Hehehe Sacwifice am su silly dis bright time. Sew like! Sew like!”
Skewer was confused. Why was the Wingie munstah laughing? The Wingie munstah liked him? Maybe they could be fwens? No. It was a Wingie munstah. Wingie munstah nummed so many of his fwens. He needed to escape. Skewer turned away, trying to find the doow he came from. Find the doow, run through, back to the Castwe, and get help from the herd. It was his only move.
Tap tap tap
He turned back to the Wingie munstah.
It was right in front of him.
The last thing he saw was the Wingie munstah’s teeth.
A woman watches from a one-way window, staring into the arena below. She watches as Sew devours his prey, ripping the flesh of today’s sacrifice with his sharp teeth.
“God I love cannibal Fluffies” she mutters softly.
Her co-worker punched her arm lightly.
“Hey! Don’t call them cannibal Fluffies. You’ll get in trouble with her if she finds out”.
“Huh!? Oh right, Proto-Ellaheimers… ugh. What a mouthful, and seriously is it really that big of a deal?”
“Just call them P Es like the rest of us, and trust me. It’s a big deal”.
“Seriously!? I’ve talked to her before. She seems pretty chill”.
“She is… except for that. Dave fucked up and called a P E a Fluffy. Holy! The way she told Dave not to call them that, and the face she made. We all seriously thought that she was gonna fire Dave right then and there. He didn’t get fired of course, but boss man gave him a warning… well actually all of us. Don’t call P Es Fluffies. It sets her off”.
“For real?! But they are F-”
“You seriously wanna rock that boat?”
The woman shook her head with a morbid expression.
“Then they’re P Es. End of story” Her co-worker stated firmly.
The woman nodded.
“Fuck, you’re serious about the Dave thing?”
“Yup”
“Fine. P Es. They’re P Es”.
“Good!”
“This ain’t a joke, right?”
“I’m legit serious about that. Don’t call them Fluffies”.
“Okay okay”
The woman watched as her co-worker went back to the cameras, and she turned back to the window. Sew was still devouring the sacrifice. His white fur stained crimson red, as he continued to rip the flesh out of the sacrifice. God P Es were cute.
“Psst” her co-worker whispered “Outro time?”
“Oh shit sorry”.
The woman grabbed the microphone and cleared her throat.
“Well… That concludes this week’s sacrifice. Clearly things did not go as planned for Skewer, but we hoped you enjoyed it. Next week’s sacrifice will be announced tomorrow, and as always… Thank you. Thank you for watching Seuwat’s herd. This had been an Entepott Fluffy Studio production”.