The Sketty-Pals were nothing special really. He found out about the idea from an abuse forum, where all good ideas come from. FluffMarts and shelters sell and give out microfluffs in bulk. They breed faster than rabbits and there’s a real oversupply of them. He bought an entire box of chirping pillowed microfluff babbehs and slathered the box in low quality nutrigel. Every day he’d take out a chirping and crying legless microfoal and spray it with a nice coating of sketty flavouring. Sometimes he’d throw it straight into Russett’s mouth, sometimes he wanted to play with it. The first time Russett was given one, it made him uneasy, but after his daddeh explained how it’s just being silly and that it was obviously a nummie (It smelled and tasted like sketties), he understood and loved numming them and playing with them. Russett didn’t have many friends, so Sketty-Pals were good companions, even when they were crying and begging for their non-existent mummahs and weggies. Sometimes he left Russett with one when he went to work or shopping. A nummie that didn’t want to be a nummie! What could be more funny?
Russet quickly ran from his saferoom. “YUS, WUSSET WAN’ GU WID DADDEH!!!”
“Okay, little guy! Wait while I put a coat on!”
“Wa’ am da packige daddeh? AM IT PWESEN’ FO’ WUSSET!”
“Heh, you could say that”
“YAY WUSSET GED PWESEN’ HEHE NU CAN WAIT!” He once again ran around in circles and in place. This fluffy had a hell of a lot of energy.
Russett clapped his hooves together and sang in his fluffy-seat and sang loudly. This, quite frankly, slowly pissed his owner off. The fact that fluffies were generally tone-deaf didn’t help.
“WA’ AM IT DADDEH OPEN IT DADDEH WUSSET WAN’ SEE HEHE!” He continued laughing and clapping his hooves together as he tried to move his head closer, while being held back by the meanie seatbelt.
“Not now Russett. This is a device that will help Daddeh make more Sketty-Pals. I’ve this will greatly help my efforts! We can make sketty-pals together if you like!”
“IT AM SKETTY PAW MAKEW? YAYY DADDEH!!! WUB SKETTY PAW MAKEW FANKYOO WAN’ MAKE SKETTY PAWS WID DADDEH HEHE”
Russett once again started singing one of his toneless and rhymeless songs, that his owner tried to tone out to the best of his abilities.
Once home, he told Russett to play a little in his saferoom, while daddeh figured out how it worked. His excitement went down a little as he trotted over to the saferoom.
Now, where’s the damn manual. He had never used these things, only seen them in videos.
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Why the fuck is there a sales pitch in this thing? I already bought it!
“INSTRUCTIONS”
Alright, let’s see…
…That’s everything you need to know about operating your new Fluffy Shrinking Ray™! After using, be sure to check the new 2037 HASBIO™ Micro Catalogue, available for free at every HASBIO™ licensed shop and online on our website!
Please shrink responsibly! Or don’t!
He downloaded the HASBIO™ app into his brain chip and connected the shrink ray with the app. You need a goddamn app for everything nowadays. These days you can’t operate a juicer nor break the laws of physics without downloading some app into your brain chip. What is this world coming to…
He walked into the saferoom. Russett was playing with his blockies and looked up at daddeh with a smile.
“Russett, I wanted to ask if you’d let me try a sketty-pal? They look so good and daddeh really wants to try them. What do you think Russett, can I try one?”
Russett was ecstatic as always. “YUS DADDEH! SKETTIE PAWS AM BESTES EBA! Ou’ can twy dem hehe. Wusset nu mind!”
“Well, that’s great! There’s a small problem however. We’ve run out of Sketty-Pals! The one you today was the last one, but don’t worry! We have a machine that let’s daddeh make more sketty-pals, and I need YOU to help me!”
His eyes blew open in amazement, he loved to help daddeh, though he often didn’t let him.
“YAY, wan’ hewp daddeh su muchies YAY!” He did his signature heart-happies dancie as daddeh went to bring the shrinking ray into the playroom.
“Wusset gun hewp daddeh make sketty paws hehe YAY!”
Daddeh tried out the sight on the ray and aimed it at Russett.
“Wa’ daddeh doin’?”
“Oh, I’m just gonna shrink you and make you into a sketty-pal!”
“W-wa’… wa’ daddeh am sayin’? Siwwy daddeh! Wusset am fwuffy nu am nummies…”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. This here is a shrink ray! I’ll use it to shrink you tiny, cut your leggies off and put some sketty-flavouring on you! I really want to try a sketty-pal! Now stay still! Don’t mo-”
The horror dawned on the fluffies face. Tears started forming as he slowly started shaking.
“Wh-wa’… NUUU WAI DADDEH SAY DAT HUU HUU”
He started panicking and ran around his saferoom, looking for a place to hide. Meanwhile his daddeh slowly put the ray down with a large smirk on his face.
“HUU HUU HUU NU WAN’ SHWINK DADDEH HUU NUU WAN’ BE TINEE HUU HUU NEE’ HIDE FWOM DADDEH HUU HUU NU WAN BE NUMMIES HUU HUU WA’ AM HABBENIN’ HUU HUU SCAWY HUU”
Russett was thrashing around his saferoom, throwing his toysies and blankets and in general having a total mental breakdown. He tried to hide in his beddie and pull a small blanket on himself, but apparently thought it wasn’t enough as he ran out from under the blanket and continued desperately trashing around. He was completely lost and his daddeh’s scary expression did nothing to help. He begged the closed door and scratched it and tried to climb to the window, but nothing helped.
Finally he was standing in the middle of his saferoom, next to scattered blockies, a ball, his plushie-friend and blankets. He was looking around the room with a truly scared expression, eyes open wide. He was visibly shaking and let out scaredy-peepees and in final desperation he laid down in his peepees and covered his eyes with his hooves, still shaking all over.
“That’s perfect Russett! Stay still for daddeh!” He pushed the trigger and a blue beam burst out of the ray and hit the fluffy. In almost an instant, Russett looked absolutely tiny, even tinier than a Microfluffy his age. He looked like a micro foal.
Slowly, he removed the hooves from his eyes and looked around. What he saw was truly horrifying.
“Huu huu wa’ habben huu huu CHIRP huu HUU WAI AM BWOCKIE SU BIG HUU HUU SU SCAWY HUU huu huu HUU AN CAWPET GWASSIES AM SU BIG TUU HUU HUU… AN PWUSHIE FWEN HUU HUU WAI AM OU’ SU BIG HUU HUU CHIRP CHIRP SCREEE DADDEH CHIRP WA’ AM HABBENIN’ HUU HUU CHIRP WAI AM DADDEH SU CHIRP BIG HUU HUU NU WIKE SU CHIRP SCAWY HUU HUU CHIRP”
His daddehs voice boomed over him. Not just his face, but his voice was also scary now. It was so deep and it made him shiver more than he thought was possible.
“YOU WERE GOOD IN THAT YOU STAYED STILL FOR ME, BUT YOU MADE BAD-PEEPEES RUSSETT! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!”
“w-wh-whahw huu huu huu fwuffy am sowwi daddeh huu huu pwease nu make scweamies at widdow fwuffy huu huu wai am fwuffy su widdow nao huu huu am su scawed huu huu nu knu wa’ am habbenin’ huu huu it am aww su scawy huuhuu”