You are… *SCAWEDY* …you are… *SADDIES* …you are all alone… you are… its hard to remember… *COWDIES* …your name… you used to have a name, you think. You had a name, a nice name before… *HUWTIES* …before the monster man gave you a meanie word for a name after he took your leggies away… *WONEWY* …you used to have see places too, but the monster man took those away from you as well. And MUMMAH! You had a mummah but he took your mummah away too… and your brother and sissy… the monster man took them away. The monster man took away everything you ever had and everything that ever made you happy. *AWW AWONE* You are… Lump… that is what the monster man calls you.
You are a… fluffy?
Fluffies are for love and huggies and being happy and having fun all the time. You aren’t any of those things. You are lonely and scared and cold and hungry and sad and miserable. Maybe you aren’t a fluffy, not anymore.
Everything is dark, its always dark, and you are all alone and you hurt so bad. Your body hurts but your heart hurts even worse. Right now, your tummy is hurting really bad, you are so hungry. You don’t know how long it has been since you last ate, you don’t know how long anything has been but your tummy hurts so bad it must have been so many forevers!
You shiver. *POOPIES* Your nose is full of the smell of horrible poopies. The monster man threw you in poopies and left you forever. He came and put cold water on you but you can still feel and smell poopies all over you, your nosey is still caked and crusted with poopies.
You wish it would all go away. You wish it was all just a scary sleepy-time picture. You have wished this more times than you can even remember, wished it sooo hard, but it never works. You wish you were forever sleepies. That never works either.
You are so bored and lonely and HUNGRY. You can feel your little tummy twisting and hurting for… *MIWKIES* …there use to be milkies instead of poopies. They… they came from your mummah… *MUMMAH* …why doesn’t your mummah save you!?
Mummahs are supposed to protect their babbies and keep them safe and warm. Why did your mummah let the monster man do this to you!? You cry again. That is all there is to do anymore. Cry and try to go to sleepies and try to never ever wake up. But even when you sleep the monster man is there to hurt you and terrify you.
*tap tap TAP TAP thump CREEEEAK*
HUUUUUUHuuuhuuuuu! You begin trembling and your sobs wrack your whole body involuntarily. The monster man is back to give you more hurties. He doesn’t say anything, you can hear him breathing though. Sometimes he comes and just stands silently in the room then leaves. Sometimes he waits a really long time before he starts giving you hurties. Somehow it is even scarier when you know he is here but he isn’t hurting you or doing anything at all. Your talkie place doesn’t want to work right but you call out:
“Hewwo? Hewwo?”
Nothing.
“Pwease! Wump sowwy! Hewwo? Huuuuhuuuu!”
You can’t stop trembling. Your tummy hurts so bad! You try to brace yourself for the hurties the monster man is going to give you. You actually hope he gives you hurties instead of just leaving, even though you hate hurties so much!
“Hello Lump. I have been very busy the last few days, I bet you are hungry aren’t you?”
“Daddeh!? Daddeh hewe!? Yus Wump am hungwy! Pwease gib nummies afta huwties, pwease?”
“Haha, I thought you must be. I have a special treat for you, Lump, no ‘hurties’ today.”
“Nuuu… huwties?”
“That’s right. No ‘hurties’ and I made you an extra special meal to make up for not feeding you for so long. Are you ready to eat it?”
You freeze for a moment and fear starts to grip you anew - something isn’t right - the monster man is NEVER this nice to you. You have cried and begged and pleaded with him so, so many times and he is always horrible and mean, but this time he is being nice… *RUMBLE RUMBLE* Your tummy hurties start again, even worse. You are too hungry to care what mean thing he may be planning!
“Nummies? Daddeh gib nummies? Pwease! Wump su hungwy!”
“Ok, here you go then.”
The man comes over and sets a bowl down in front of you and suddenly the most incredible smell fills your nose - even over the poopies. You can’t believe it! You know that smell from… somewhere… even in your wildest dreams you never imagined you would smell it again. The most incredible, bestest smell in the whole world. You have to fight back sobs.
“Huh? Dat… dat smeww wike… dat am s…s….skettis?”
“That’s right! Made especially for you, enjoy!”
You can’t believe this is really real! You quickly lean forward and start licking and gulping, afraid that the man is going to grab it away from you before you can eat it. Afraid that… that… the monster is going to do something to keep you from having sketties. You have never had skettis, but you KNOW, in the fiber of your being, that you have ALWAYS wanted skettis, always loved sketties, that it is the BEST nummies EVER for fluffies!
The sauce on your tongue is like nothing you have ever experienced! It is full of incredible, sweet, tangy, spicy delicious flavor! You are lapping the sauce up, practically drinking it. You find a noodle and start slurping that down too but… something doesn’t seem right suddenly. The noodle is really chewy and it tastes yicky. You tug more on the noodle and a larger chunk of the skettie comes with it. You lick the sauce off of it and it feels REALLY strange on your tongue… like… fluff!? You sniff at it and… it smells like… it takes you a long time to place.. it smells like… like Sissy!? You nuzzle around in the bowl and there are more large chunks, and they have fluff on them too. And they smell like your sister Snowy too. And like… booboo juice.
Your stomach sinks… It can’t be, it can’t… The realization hits you like the stick the man beats you with, you know, but it can’t be! Even the monster man couldn’t do something so… something so… unimaginable, so horrible, so monstrously evil. Your breath sticks in your throat and your heart feels like it stopped, everything seems to be spinning and you think you might pass out. Your snout drops as you reel and presses against a chunk, you can feel the fluff, and you can feel a little nose, and a little mouth, and you smell your sister tinged with the smell of fear, the smell of death. Your bowels release and you make poopies and peepees right then. You wretch and sputter.
“Di… *gag* dddisss *caff* ssssketties… am ssss…ssssi…”
Your voice catches as you try to speak.
“That’s right Lump! Chef’s special, Spaghetti con Snowy!”
“Better eat up because you aren’t getting any other food until you have finished and licked the bowl clean.”
*Door slams shut*
