“Mummah! Mummah wook! Am dancie babbeh!”
A white babbeh dances rythmicly in front of you, full of glee.
“Babbeh su gud at dancies!” You say, full of joy. You pick your babbeh up in your leggies, giving her huggies.
“Wub babbeh…”
Your babbeh coos in your grasp. Then more babbehs start dancing.
An orange babbeh and an… uhh… blue(?) babbeh start dancing as well.
“gasp Babbehs aww dancie babbehs! Yay! Wub dancie babbehs!”
You pick up all three babbehs and give them all huggies.
“Babbehs wub mummah tu!” Your babbehs shout in unison.
You’re so happy. You haven’t been this happy in so long…
“Mummah! Babbeh wub mummah!” Another foal cries.
More babbehs surround. You recognize them all.
“Mummah! Babbehs wub mummah!”
There are so many babbehs…
“Mummah… Babbeh haf owwies…” One of your babbehs says.
“Huwties? Mummah gif huggies, make huwties gu way!”
You pick up your hurting babbeh and give him(?) huggies.
“Owwies! Huwties mummah!”
“Huwties!”
More of your babbehs shout out in pain.
“Babbehs!? Nu huwties babbehs! Mummah gif huggies!”
You rush to your babbehs and hug as many as you can, but theres so many… So so many…
“SCREEEE!!! MUMMAH!!!”
“WOWSTEST OWWIES! UUHUUHUUHUUUUUU!!!”
“MUMMAAAAAAHHH!!!”
They’re all screaming now. Wounds appear on their bodies. Cut marks. Bite marks. Blood pours out of them like little fountains, staining the floor red.
“Babbehs! Mummah sabe babbehs!”
“SCREEEEEEEE!!!”
Their flesh begins to burn. The smell of roasting meat fills the air as your babbehs scream. You run around, hugging them one or two at a time, all around the room, you rush here and there, desperately trying to stauch the pain, until suddenly…
CHOP
You fall to the ground. You leggie rolls away, out from under you.
“Wait! Weggie! Come back! Wawity nee’ weggie!” You plead, but your leggie doesn’t listen. It rolls away and disapears. You rise to your remaining hooves and…
CHOP
“W-weggie?”
CHOP
CHOP
They all roll away.
“Weggies!? Nu! Pweeze! Nee weggies! Nu gu 'way 'gain! Pweeze!” You cry! Still, they won’t listen. They roll away into nothingness as well. Your babbehs are screaming so loud now.
Their flesh is dissapearing in chunks. Meat and gristle are stripped away until only blood and bones are left. Their faces are untouched, and twisted and screaming in utter agony.
“NUUU HUU HUUUUUUU! BABEEEEEHS!!!”
You shut your eyes, screaming and crying uselessly.
Suddenly, you hear the patter of bones on the ground. You look to your side.
There, a babbeh with no flesh past it’s neck stands before you. It’s face is pristine, but soaked. It’s eyes are clouded. Behind it’s head however, there’s nothing. Only a skeleton. Yet still somehow, it stands in front of you. The babbeh looks you in the eyes, sad and forlorn.
“Mummah? Nu wike huwty wawas. Pweeze wet out?”
GASP
Your eyes shoot open. You try to look around, but your vision is obscured by tears. Another bad dream.
Sleep used to be a refuge for you. The only refuge from the hell you now live in. But the dreams have been getting worse and worse. You can barely sleep through a night now without at least one nightmare. You blink, trying to clear your eyes. You look to your right. You see nothing but a few dishes of food and water. Then you look to your left and you see-
!!!
You immediately turn your head away. You don’t look left. You never look left. Never.
You close your eyes, choking back tears.
The monster brought you here. After he nummed your babbehs, you were taken out to a cart to be killed. But you didn’t die. While you were moving, the monster talked to the human, said he wanted to take you with him. They spoke for a bit, and then the human left you on a cart and went into the building. Then the monster took you. He brought you to his housie and said he was your daddeh now. You didn’t want him to be your daddeh. As much as any fluffy wants a daddeh, he was the one human on earth that you never wanted to be your daddeh. But it didn’t matter. As much as you hated it, he became your daddeh.
You were brought to a dark room with a bunch of weird looking boxes. They were filled with fluffies. Babbehs and mummahs. All of them went silent when they saw the monster. Some cried, some shut their eyes and turned their heads away. He put you into an empty box and hooked a bunch of weird tubes up to your poopie place and milkie places. Then he jabbed you with something in your special place. You tried to tell him not to touch you there, but he was already done and walking back in front by the time you finished speaking. He pointed everything out to you.
“This part here is your new home. Get used to it, since your not going anywhere else any time soon. You can see there’s food and water, don’t worry about a litterbox, you wont be needing that anymore, the tubes take care of that. Speaking of which, those two tubes down there are going to suck out any milk you make and send it here.”
He pointed to a big box in front of yours.
“This is the ‘collection’ box. Your ‘babbehs’ will go here. You’ll foal for me every nine or ten days or so, and when I feel like it, you’ll be invited to a meal. I’m a voracious eater though, and I like to have a fluffy for a meal every day. This part on your right here is your food and water bowls, and this part on the left…”
Tink Tink Tink
“Heh. Well, that’s for your maternal needs. I do have some mercy for you. Hah.”
The human stands up and walks away.
You plead to him to let you out. You beg to have your legs back. To be returned to the mill. To the alicorn pens. To A block. Even B block would be fine now. You told him you were sorry for the monster babbehs. You were sorry for being mean. And you meant it too. All you wanted was to be done with all of this agony. For all the torment you had gone through to finally be over.
“Have fun.” He said.
The door shut behind him.
Your torment had just begun.
A lot of time has passed since you were first put here. In the begining, you tried talking to the other mares. You couldn’t see them, but you could hear them. There’s two fluffies at your sides, and one behind you. The one to your left just stopped talking one day, and a few days later, she was taken away. The one behind you left a little after that. She started saying “wan die, wan die.” over and over again, and as soon as daddeh heard that, he took her away too. You don’t know what happened to them, but you think you heard screaming. Maybe. She was replaced with a really raspy sounding fluffy that can barely speak.
The one to your left was replaced with some really cheery fluffy who was actually excited about daddeh. She said that she lost her legs in an accident or something and her old mummah sold her on “the web”. She was ecstatic that her new daddeh was going to let her have babbehs. All the babbehs she wanted! She would sing and talk to them every day, even when they were just tummeh babbehs. When they were finally born, she was over the moon. She loved her babbehs more than anything, and they loved her back. She was invited to her first meal a few days later. That was 3 weeks ago. She does nothing but cry now. Even as her new babbehs muttered their love for her. She and her babbehs were taken away again yesterday. She’s been silent since then. No words, only tears.
The one to your right is useless. All she ever talks about is her daddeh. She’s convinced that her daddeh is out there looking for her, and is going to find her by tomorrow. She’s been convinced of that fact for at least 4 months now. She says nothing but nonsense.
“Daddeh come sabe snowfwake soon! Daddeh gif munstah biggest owwies an sabe snowfwake an babbehs!”
Things like that. Even now she mutters nonsense like that. Sometimes you almost envy her, when your disgust lets up.
You however, have no such delusions. The only reason you can make it is because the life of your bestest babbeh relies on you.
When you had your first litter here, Daddeh said that as long as you behaved and kept making him babbehs, he would let your bestest live. At first you refused of course, but he didn’t give you a choice. Before the meal began, he took your bestest away and put her somewhere else. From then on, every time he took you out for a meal, he would turn on a tv and show you a video of your best babbeh playing and having fun with other fluffies afterwards. You’ve watched her grow up, run around and play. You even saw her eat sketties one time. Eventually, your whole life began to revolve around these little videos.
Daddeh said that if you ever stopped making him babbehs, he would kill you, then cut her legs off and put her in here in your place. You can’t let that happen. She’s the only reason you can keep living, and daddeh knows it. He can keep you obedient that way. So long as he has your best babbeh in his hands, he can always take more from you.
Eventually, your babbehs wake up too.
“Mummah? Mummah stiww sweepies?” One of your babbehs says.
He was a talkie babbeh. That used to be a thing of joy. Now it’s nothing but fear and sorrow. It means he’ll be gone soon.
“Nu babbeh. Mummah am wakies.” You say.
You can barely see your babbehs. They have to be standing at a specific angle, since the window on your box wasn’t big enough to see the whole interior. They’re sad about it, but you’re glad. This way, they’ll never see the thing to your left.
That horrible thing. You shudder and turn your head to the right. You try to drive the thoughts out of your mind.
“Aww babbehs am tawkies nao?” You ask fearfully, desperately hoping there was a babbeh in there that you didn’t know about who hadn’t started talking yet.
“Nu mummah! Aww babbehs am tawkies! Siwwy mummah!”
He’s the one who’s silly. He doesn’t even know what’s about to happen. You close your eyes and begin to tear up…
Daddeh waits until all your babbehs are talkies. He comes down here every day to maintain the food and water, and to take a family out for a “meal”. He took out the family next to you yesterday. The mare hasn’t been talkative recently. You think she’s going to break soon.
Click
Oh no…
Shift
Please no…
Creeeaaak
“Morning everyone! How are we all doing today?”
“Uuuhuuhuuuuu…”
“Daddeh sabe snowfwake!”
You shut your eyes and look away. Desperately hoping that he’ll pass your box. He treads nearer to your box. Please just go past…
He stops. Right in front of your box.
“Hey little guys! Are you guys having fun?”
“Yus daddeh! Fank ou fow gif baww toysie!” You babbeh says.
“Hahaha, no problem. Say, you’re getting to be a big baby. I think you’re old enough to eat with daddy. What do you think Rarity?”
“Nu! Nu-”
“Ah ah ah! Don’t forget about ‘bestest’. You rat.”
You let out a whine. You don’t want him to hurt your best babbeh, but you don’t want him to hurt these babies either. You think about all the other babbehs you’ve sacrificed for your bestest. How many was it now? You lost count a while ago. You shiver.
“I think you and your babies should eat with me. What do you say?”
After a long pause, you look upwards at daddeh. Defeated.
“…Y- Yus daddeh…” You finally mutter. Condemning your babbehs once again.
You hang your head in shame. You’re the worst mummah ever.
Daddeh wheels you into a room. A familiar room. The TV room. You brace yourself for the horror you’re about to endure.
Daddeh takes out a hotplate and those strong smelling dusts. He turns it on and puts a pan on top, then pours oil on it.
“Alright babies, are you ready for breakfast?” Daddeh says.
“Yus daddeh! Babbehs wan brekfust nummies!”
“Yay! Wub daddeh!”
“Hahaha, sure sure. Let me just give mummah a nice view…”
He moves your babbehs to where you can see them. As he always does. He wants you to see it.
“Wha babbehs gon num daddeh?”
“Hah! Nothing! You are the nummies!”
Your babbehs look confused. Of course they do. They always do.
They never realise that daddeh is a monster until the very end.
“Siwwy daddeh! Babbehs nu am nummies! Babbehs am babbehs!” One of them says.
“Yes. You’re babbehs and you’re nummies. You’re nummie babbehs.”
“Wha?”
Your babbehs look at each other, a mixture of confusion and fear growing on their faces. The pan was hot…
“Here, let me show you” Daddeh says.
He picks up one of your babbehs, and a knife. He pets your babbeh with his finger. You cringe at his display of “affection”. As she coos in his grasp, he moves the knife over her belly…
“This is how a babbeh becomes a nummie babbeh.”
All cooing stops as the knife parts her flesh. It cuts through the skin with such speed and precision that your babbeh doesn’t even realize what’s happening until she’s almost open.
“Owwies! OWWIES! WOWSTEST OWWIES! STOP DADDEH! HUWTIES!!! UUHUUHUUUUU!!!”
Daddeh doesn’t stop. He never stops. The knife continues tracing it’s path until…
Slip
Thud
She finally falls out of her own skin.
“SCREEEEEEEEE!!!”
Your babbehs are frozen in shock and fear. You’ve already shut your eyes. You don’t dare to look. Not anymore.
“Nu! Nu huwt sissy!”
Your babbeh continues to scream as she’s rolled in spices and thrown into the sizzling oil. She keeps screaming, even as her flesh browns and the heat slowly kills her. Eventually, she stops screaming.
Daddeh puts her off to the side.
Alright, who’s next?
Your babbehs are still paralyzed, but one tries to run away. Uselessly of course, the box you’re in is designed to prevent escape. There’s no way out. Even if a fluffy does have leggies.
Daddeh snatches up the babbeh that tried to run.
“Nu! NU! MUMMAH! MUMMAH HEWP! SABE BABBEH!”
“Sorry there ‘babbeh’. Mummah just doesn’t love you enough to save you.”
“NU! MUMMAH WUB BABBEH! MUMMAH SABE BABBEH! MUMMAH PWEEZE!”
He cuts into his skin, then, slices his legs off at the root. Your babbeh screams as loud as he can as daddeh pulls his skin, but it doesn’t come off.
“Hmm, must have messed up the cut. Ah well.”
Daddeh pulls your babbeh up and starts pulling on him hard. He screams even louder as daddeh pulls harder and harder.
With a sickening tear, he rips your babbeh’s skin off.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“Losing a lot of blood. Hmm…”
Daddeh drops your babbeh into the pan. The screams rise to new heights as he sprinkles salt onto your babbeh even as he burns.
Eventually, your babbeh is cooked. Daddeh puts him off to the side.
He was dead. The only remaing babbeh is your lastest. The latest lastest.
“NU! Nu huwt babbeh! Pweeze nu huwt babbeh daddeh! Babbeh wub daddeh! Huu huu huuuuu!”
“Sorry bub. Mummah sold you. There’s another babbeh she loves a lot more, and she’s decided that you’re going to die for it.”
“NU! NU NU NU! MUMMAH WUB BABBEH!”
“Well then, tell you what. If ‘mummah’ tells me not to hurt you, I’ll let you live. 'Course, ‘bestest’ will be in for quite a shock…”
“Mummah wiww sabe babbeh! Mummah pweeze sabe babbeh! Pweeze mummah!” Your babbeh cries. Certain of your intention to save her.
“Well Rarity, what do you say?”
You remain silent. You don’t open your eyes, even as the tears pour down your face. You grit your teeth and try to block it out. It doesn’t work.
“Rarity? What do you say? Kill this foal, or kill bestest? Answer.”
The tears flow like rivers. You shake and whimper. You delay it as long as you can, but daddeh expects an answer. You cry and lie and deny, but it’s all useless. You know what you’re going to do. What you have to do.
“Kiww-”
“Ah ah ah! ‘Please’”
The words catch in your throat. Your eyes burn as new tears force their way through. Finally, you manage to mutter the horrible words.
“…Pweeze kiww babbeh…”
“NU! NU NU NU! NU! WHY!? WHY MUMMAH!?”
Daddeh picks up your last babbeh.
“NU! SABE BABBEH! MUMMAH! MUMMAH SABE BABBEH! PWEEZE!”
“I think I’ll have this one fresh.”
Daddeh cuts into your babbeh’s body, slicing long strips off her back.
“SCREEEEEEE! SCREEEEE! HUUUHUUHUUUU!!!”
Daddeh eats her alive. He likes to do that to the lastest. He says the fear makes them taste better. Your babbeh keeps screaming for you.
“SCREEEEEEE! MUMMAH! MUUMMMAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
You do nothing. You just sit there silently and close your eyes. You don’t even watch as daddeh nums her.
Your babbeh becomes smaller and smaller. Eventually, daddeh just starts taking bites out of her with his teeth. Her screams finally die down when he bites down hard on her midsection, crushing her body in his jaws. She dies a few moments later, betrayed and alone.
“mummaagh…”
…
Munch
“Hmm… Maybe the eggs are a bit too much protein. What do you think Rarity? Is it too much?”
Your eyes are still shut. You don’t respond.
“…”
“…Hmm. Rarity. Open your eyes.”
You slowly open your eyes. Daddeh has your babbehs on a plate. He’s eating them along with some other human food. He’s knawed them down to the bone. Only the heads remain intact…
“I’m gonna be honest. You’re spoiling the meal. The whole time I was preparing your babies, you were just sitting there with your eyes closed. No interaction. I basically had to force you to say something. Even now, you’re just sitting there like a fuzzy lump. I mean, do you even care about these shitrats anymore?”
“Maybe you don’t.”
What is he talking about? Isn’t killing your babbehs enough?
“I don’t think you do. Not enough at any rate.”
“Wh- wha daddeh sayin’?” You ask. For the first time in a long while, you’re fearful of what he’ll do next.
Daddeh stands up and goes to the TV. He digs through the tapes until he finds a special one. It Has red markings on it instead of the usual black.
There’s an old tape I want you to see. He smiles.
It’s from quite a while ago.
The TV switches on. The recording begins and you can see your babbeh. The only reason you still live.
Daddeh is behind the camera. He’s arguing with your babbeh. Daddeh was a monster to you, but to the fluffies above ground, he was an ordinary, loving daddeh. Even still, you can’t supress the fear that runs through you as you watch your babbeh argue with the monster.
“Now Miranda, be a good girl…”
“Nu! Why meanie daddeh gif Wawtew mowe sketties!?”
She wa complaining about skettie portions? It sounds like something you used to complain about back when you were in A block. Other fluffies getting more sketties. Or getting their sketties first. Nowadays that just seems ridiculous…
“Walter is a much bigger fluffy. He needs-”
“NU! Miwanda wan sketties! Nu faiw!”
“You know, some fluffies don’t get sketties Miranda. Some fluffies have to live in the dark and never get sketties. You don’t want to be sent-”
“NU! DUMMEH DADDEH NU SCAWE MIWANDA! NU CAWE 'BOUT DUMMEH DAWK PWACE FWUFFIES! MIWANDA WAN SKETTIES NAO!”
What is this? Normally the videos are of your babbeh running and playing and being happy. You’ve never seen her like this. Why is she throwing this stupid tantrum over nothing?
Real life Daddeh suddenly leaves the room. He goes back into the room with the other mares in it.
“Miranda…”
“Nu faiw! Nu faiw, nu faiw, NU FAIW!!!”
“Miranda, if you don’t start behaving right now. Very bad things will happen.” Daddeh’s words send shivers down your spine. That isn’t the tone he uses with the surface fluffies. That’s the tone he uses with you.
“NU CAWE! MIWANDA WAN SKETTIES! DUMMEH DADDEH GIF SKETTIES NAO!”
Suddenly, your babbeh knocks over the dish of sketties, spilling them all over the floor!
“Hahahaha!”
Daddeh picks up your babbeh by the scruff.
“I was waiting for you to say that.”
The video cuts to a dark room, lit by a single yellow light. Your babbeh is restrained with metal loops. A number of sinister tools are arrayed before her. What’s going on? This is almost like the time you…
The door opens behind the camera.
“D-Daddeh?”
“Ah, good. You’re up. I wanted you awake for this.”
“Miwanda sowwy fow be meanie. Pweeze wet miwanda-”
“Oh no. Not anymore. Bad things are happening now. You’re going to the dark place.”
“Wha!? Dawk pwace!? Buh daddeh say dat onwy nu weggies fwuffies gu to dawk pwace!”
“Oh yes I did. Tell me.”
Daddeh picks a saw up off the table.
“How do you think a fluffy loses it’s leggies?”
What? This isn’t… This can’t be…
The video skips ahead. Your babbeh is restrained and gagged. Daddeh’s saw hangs precariously above her leg. It’s teeth menace her delicate flesh.
Your babbeh is terrified. Your daddeh is pleased. He looks into the camera.
He winks.
“N-nu…”
Suddenly, the video jumps to your babbeh screaming as daddeh rips into her leg with his saw! She’s screaming loud even through the gag, and daddeh is taking his time, letting the saw slowly eat through her leg at a torturous pace, Even as she screams and cries rivers. Her face is stained dark and she’s thrashing with all her might, but she’s completely unable to escape.
“NU! Babbeh! Nu huwt bes’ babbeh!” You cry. But it’s useless. The recording doesn’t hear you. It just keeps showing you the torture of your babbeh.
Daddeh finishes the first leg, then it skips to the next. Then the next. Then the next. You watch daddeh slowly tear your babbeh’s legs off. When the last leg comes off, he looks up at the camera again, face spattered with your babbeh’s blood. Smiling.
You’re utterly paralyzed. Your babbeh was supposed to be safe. Daddeh promised that your babbeh would be safe! Why is he hurting her!?
The video skips ahead. A lot of time has passed. Your babbeh has had more torture done. She’s covered in cuts. Her tail’s been cut off. She’s covered in blood. Daddeh comes by with a vial.
“One last thing. We need to keep mummah from recognizing you.”
Your babbeh cringes away from him but suddenly, he grabs your babbeh by the mane and punches her in the neck! She gags and inhales sharply, and that’s when daddeh spills the contents of the vial down her throat.
Your babbeh coughs and hacks, trying to spit up the liquid, but she soon begins screaming as it burns her throat from the inside. She screams and hacks and gags, desperately trying to void the corrosive substance in her windpipe.
“Looks good. Your voice should come back in a day or two. But I think you’ll be quite unrecognizable. See you in a bit.”
The video skips ahead. Your babbeh is lying on the floor, scarred, legless, mouth and lips burnt and bleeding. Her eyes are downcast and teary. Her blood still covers the table, the saw lies in front of her, still stained with her blood. She trembles.
“Wan die.”
Daddeh cuts the video off. He puts a box just like yours in front of you.
“That was nice wasn’t it? Sorry, I had to step out for just a second to get the box behind yours.”
He lifts out a fluffy. She’s attached to hoses just like you. And she has tummeh babbehs.
She’s your babbeh! The fluffy behind you this whole time was… Your babbeh?
“Surprise! I was kind of worried that she would break before you did, but she still has a few more litters in her I think.”
“WHY!?”
“Why? Well, someone’s gotta replace you rarity. And you remember what I said right? I hate to break up families.”
“Buh daddeh say dat babbeh be safe! Daddeh say wawwity be good fwuffy an make wots ob nummie babbehs fow daddeh, an daddeh nu huwt bestest babbeh!”
“I lied. Predictably.”
“Buh, buh wha boud babbeh on TV!? Babbeh-”
“Those are old videos. I don’t record one a week, I record multiple over the course of a couple weeks. The videos you were watching were super old. She turned into a brat lightning fast. Must be genetic.”
“Bu- Buh- Buh-”
“I think the video you just watched was about… 2 months old? Maybe three? It happened a long time ago.”
You’re numb. The true horror of the situation hasn’t entered your mind. It doesn’t move. It doesn’t fit.
“Buh… Babbehs…”
Daddeh leans forward.
“That’s right Rarity. This whole time you’ve been obidently making me nummie babies, it’s been for nothing. You’ve been making me new shitrats to eat this whole time for no reason.”
“…Nu… NU! NUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”
“Oh, and another thing. Dont forget about the last 3 foals you had killed.”
Daddeh holds up the shriven bones of your babbehs. Their bodies are without flesh. Only their heads and bones are left. Their untouched faces stare out, their final agony petrified on their faces.
“I hate to break up families.”
Daddeh opens the cylinder to your left. The horrid smell of chemicals and degrading flesh fills your nose. You can’t help it. You look to the left. And you see them.
All of your babbehs that daddeh ever hurt lay silent in the container. It’s glass walls ensure a full view of their ruined forms. All of them are scraped clean of flesh, eaten by your monster of a daddeh. But their heads are intact. Their untouched eyes stare blindly into oblivion. Some at you, some at the walls, all blank and lifeless. All preserved in formalin. Daddeh drops the newest harvest inside. They float gently down to the top of the pile. The massacred and mutilated corpses of all of your babbehs lies preserved in a horrific, ever growing tower of death. As it always has been. But only now do you finally realize.
It was all for nothing.
“…Nu… …Wan die… Wan die! WAN DIE! WAN DIE! WAN-”
Daddeh catches your muzzle in his hand. You suddenly see the searing pan, the spices and utensils already prepared. Daddeh lifts you up by the mouth, tears streaming down your face.
“Don’t worry Rarity.”
Smiling, he brings the knife up between you.
“You’re going to be the Best. Dinner. Ever.”
You don’t know how long you’ve been in here. Maybe a few days?
Daddeh took you out of the room before he did anything to your mummah, but eventually she came back. Just… Not all of her.
Daddeh dropped her severed head into the bad water on your left. Her empty eyes-
!!!
You immediately turn your head away. Your eyes met hers for a second. You saw the agony and despair. For a second. You turn away and cry.
You decide. Then and there. You’re never going to look to the left again. Not for as long as you live.
Never.
Had this idea in my mind for a while. Rarity’s fate was definitely the worst out of all of them. Her owner is straight up evil, even for an abuser. You might have noticed something specific about his final words to her. Then again, she is dead now. The same might not be true of sandy. Funny that 49 ended up dying the easiest. Though I thought it was kind of rushed.
Oh well. There might be an epilouge where we return to the mill one last time. See what happened to midnight and the red one. Lemme know what you think.
