You’ve been crying a lot since your babbehs started talking. The babbeh that the humans hurt has been crying non-stop. He’s been in constant pain since the meanie human in the breeding pens gave him biggest owwies. His first word was “owwies”. It’s almost all he says now, between pained chirps and long sobs. His broken leggies and missing see place are giving him the biggest owwies ever, and there’s nothing you can do to help him. All you can do is lie on the ground and cry. You wish someone would save you. Save your babbeh from his owwies, but you know that would never happen. The humans have never relented. Never shown you even a shred of mercy. Why would they start now?
You look up, The fluffy next to you, who one of the humans called “sandy”, is still clutching her broken babbeh and crying. Still whispering those promises. You wonder if she even believes them. She never seems to be looking at her babbeh when she says them, just staring off into space. Maybe she’s talking to herself?
You look to the left, to rarity. She’s thrashing around and yelling, trying to move herself. But with no leggies left, all she succeeds in doing is wobbling back and forth a bit. Finally, she collapses in exhaustion, crying in frustration, still yelling at no one in particular: “Dummeh hoomins giv weggies back NAO! Ou nu can huwt wawwity! Wawwity bestest fwuffy! Wawwity wowf twee hundwed dowwahs!” The same old spiel. It’s stupid. You’re tired of hearing it.
But then, you see a human walk in front of her cage. It’s the one that hit you.
“Ou! Gif Weggies back to wawwity! Wan weggies Bak NAO!”
The human looks down at her hatefully. “You want your legs back shitrat?” He grins. “Scawwy!” One of her babbehs says.
“Yus! Wan weggies dummeh! Das wut wawwity been twyin to teww ou! Why dummeh hoomin nu wisten tiww nao!?”
The human’s eye twitches. “Well, that’s fine. We can put your legs back on right now.”
Wait, is he really going to give her leggies back? Does that mean you could get your leggie back!?
“Gud! Dooit den!”
“But first, you need to eat medicine to make them go back on.”
“Nu wan dummeh medicine! Wan weggies!”
“Without the medicine, your legs will never go back on. But if you don’t want your leggies anymore, I suppose that’s fine too.”
“Nu! Wawwity wan weggies bak!”
“Oh! good then!” The human says. He reaches up to the metal munstah and presses the button. The disgusting slop comes spurting out into the food bowl. It’s a lot more grainy than the usual poopie nummies, and it smells even worse than poopies! Those are the worstest nummies you’ve ever seen! Once Rarity smells the paste, she recoils in disgust.
“Here’s your medicine. 100% pure shitslop. Eat up, then i’ll give you your legs back.” He says, with a smile.
That’s not medicine! Those are the fluffy nummies! They can’t really grow back legs! Right? You wonder… You’re almost completely sure that the fluffy nummies wont do anything, but you can’t be absolutely sure. And the nummies that rarity got do seem to be a lot worse than normal… Your desire to regain your own lost limb takes over, and you do nothing to protest the act of cannibalism that’s about to take place in front of you.
“Dat- Dat wowstest ting ebah! Wawwity nu can num dat! Wawwity fink gon hav sickies…”
“You don’t know the half of it fluffy. But that’s what you have to ‘num’ in order to get your legs back. If you don’t eat it, you’ll never walk, or run, or play, or give huggies ever again. Is that what you want?”
Rarity is silent. She eyes the horrid sludge fearfully, then gags in disgust.
“Yeah, the vat seems to be getting low, so this is probably the goop and sediment that settles at the bottom. The worst of the worst. Don’t worry though, we’ll put some fresh meat in there soon. In around 30 minutes in fact, hehe.”
“Dis… Dis weawwy gwow bak weggies? Hoomin pwomise?”
“I’m sick of your complaints. If you don’t eat your ‘leggie’ medicine, I’m going to take it away.”
“NU! Nu take 'way! Wawwity num! Wawwity num medysin!”
She approaches her rancid food bowl. With no legs, and the resistance of the harness slowing her down, It’s a tremendous effort to drag herself to the dish. After a while though, she manages to inch her way over to it, such that her mouth is in position to eat out of it, but when the smell hits her nostrils…
She vomits on the floor of her cage. It missed the food bowl. A pity, as the acid may have dulled her sense of taste.
She looks back at the awful brown sludge that sits in the bowl, then up at the human. The human gives her a nod, and finally, with a loud “HUUUUUUUU!”, she shoves her muzzle into the bowl.
“Make sure you eat all of it. Lick the bowl clean, or it won’t work.”
“Huuuu! slurp gag Huuu huuu!”
After what feels like forever, she finally forces the last chunks down. She sets to work licking the bowl clean. It’s slow going. Her tiny fluffy tongue works slowly to remove the last bits of paste from the bottom of the bowl. Once she’s finished, she vomits one more time, and falls to the floor, crying.
“N- Nao hoomin gif bak weggies?”
The human points to the grinder. A mangled foal can be seen shooting through the pipe and falling into the grinder, where it gets mixed into the very low vat.
“Yup, that’s the secret ingredient. That and your own shit of course.”
“Hab tu num babbehs fow get weggies back!?”
“Oh no, that just makes the shitslop cheaper make. Helps reduce organic waste too.”
“Wawwity nummed babbehs!?”
“Yeah, that and other fluffies. Also your own shit. When we rinse out your litterbox, the fluids drain into the vat. It’s still mostly water, just with some fluffy shit mixed in. Helps save on water bills.”
“Yeah. You think that black stuff in the litterbox is litter? It’s a bunch of ground up old tires. You put the hose on it and most of the shit rinses right out. Don’t even need to change it. I think it was originally some eco-friendly cat litter or some shit.”
Rarity stares ahead at the vat. The true horror of what she just did slowly seeping into her mind.
“Oh no, none of that.”
The human stands above her, arms crossed, gaze steady, expression totally neutral, as rarity screams in agony in her harness. He stands there for quite a while, waiting for her to tire herself out.
Rarity finally stops spasming, now falling to the floor of the cage, gasping and wheezing. A multitude of huus are all interrupted immediately by loud gasps, as rarity attempts to cry and catch her breath at the same time. Finally, she collects herself enough to speak.
“Hoomin… Hoomin gif weggies back nao?”
The human walks away.
“Nu! NU! NUUUUUUUUUU! GIF BACK WEGGIES!!! GIF BACK WEGGIES NAO! PWEEZE! PWEE-HEE-HEEZE! HUU HUU HUU HUUUUUUUUUUU!”
Her head falls face down to the floor. She keeps crying through clenched teeth.
One of her babbehs walks up aside her and says: “Mummah nu get weggies bak?”
“Huu huu… Nu babbeh… Wan weggies…” She sobs.
“It otay mummah! Babbeh stiww wub mummah! Gif mummah huggies!”
Her other babbeh comes around as well. “Huggies!” It cries, as they both latch on to her sides.
“Huu, fank ou babbehs. Dat why ou two beddah babbehs dan da oddahs. Mummah wub ou…”
The sound startles you. The entirety of E-block explodes into screams, cries, and shit as you and all the other fluffies are sharply pulled back!
The black string is pulling you upwards! The harness clutches your body and jerks you back and into the air, until you’re pressed high up against the back wall of the cage, suspended in the air above your babbehs! What’s going on!?
The mares are terrified! All of them are screaming and pleading with the red balls in front of their cage. “Pweeze nu munstahs wed baww! Am gud fwuffy! Babbehs gud babbehs! Pweeze nu munstahs!” “Nu huwt babbehs! Nu! NU!” “Mummah sowwy wed baww! Pweeze nu caww munstahs! Mummah be gud mummah fwom nao on! Mummah pwomise! MUMMAH PWOMISE!” “Nu cwy babbehs! Babbehs be awwite! Mummah was gud mummah! Wed wite nu come on! Mummah pwomise! Munstahs nu huwt babbehs! Mummah was bestest mummah ebaw!”
Other mares, the ones with no babbehs, are silent. Sobbing quietly as they await the carnage to come.
Is this the time for the munstahs to come!? Your eyes fall on the red ball. You know you haven’t done anything bad! Right? You did some things that the humans got mad at, but that wasn’t fair! Your singing wasn’t bad! Your complaints about the food were justified! They were making you eat babbehs! What about before you got sent in here? You think back on all of it. The cage, the complaints, the dummy babbeh, the breeding pits, the meanie stallion that you hurt, the human you gave sorry poopies to. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t make sense! You’ve never done anything bad in your entire life!
The doors fly open! Then, the red lights begin to come on.
The first red light appears at a cage far in front of you. The mare inside explodes into hysterics! Screaming and pleading and shitting so loud you can hear her from all the way at the back of the room!
Another light comes on! This time in front and to the right of you! The mare inside goes ballistic! She screams at the top of her lungs!
"NU! NU HUWT BABBEHS! MUMMAH SOWWY! MUMMAH SU SU SU SOWWY FOR WATEBAH MUMMAH DID WED BAWW! PWEEZE NU CAWW MUNSTAHS! MUMMAH WUB BABBEHS SU MUCH! NU WAN WOOSE BABBEHS 'GAIN! MUMMAH NU CAN WOOSE BABBEHS 'GAIN! MUMMAH NU CAN HAB MOWE HEAWT HUWTIES WIKE DAT 'GAIN! TAKE MOWE WEGGIES! TAKE SEE PWACES! TAKE ANYFIN! JUS’ PWEEZE NU KIWW DIS BABBEHS!
A torrent of shit spews out from under her, falling directly into the litterbox. It’s as if someone knew that would happen and made the cage that way on purpose!
Another light comes on. This time at the front again, You hear the distant screams, but the next light to turn on is only a few cages to the left of you!
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! NU 'GAIN! NU 'GAIN! PWEEZE! PWEEZE! WED BAWW, MUMMAH AM GUD MUMMAH! MUMMAH NEBAW DU NUFFIN WONG! MUMMAH NU FINK BAD FINGS EETHUH! MUMMAH PWOMISE! MUMMAH PWOMISE!!! PWEEZE NU HUWT BABBEHS!!!”
Yet another light comes on! This time just a few cages in front of you!
“NUUUUUUU! WHY HUWT BABBEHS GAIN!? WHY!? WHY!? HAYCHU!!! HAYCHU! HAYCHU! HAYCHU! HAYCHU! HAYCHUUUUUUU! HUU HUU HUU HUU HUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! BABBEEEEEEEEEEEEHS!!!” “Wha mummah tawkin about? Babbeh nu undastan!”
More lights are coming on! They just don’t stop! A light goes on in front of a cage in front of you, a little further to your right!
“NUUUUUHUUUHUUUHUUUUUUUUU!!! HUUUUUUUUUU!!! MUMMAH SU SOWWY BABBEHS! MUMMAH TWY SU HAWD TO BE GUD MUMMAH! MUMMAH SOWWY! MUMMAH AM WORSTEST MUMMAH EBAH! MUMMA SU SOWEEEEEE!!! HUUU HUU HUUUUUUUU!!!”
Her babbehs are running around and yelling in fear and confusion! They crash into each other and fall over repeatedly! Even more lights come on! One is the cage right in front of you! The mare inside sees the light goes on and hangs her head!
The first munstahs have already begun pouring into the room! They’re laughing and strutting up to cages. When they arrive, the mares inside scream even louder! You had no idea a fluffy could make such a loud noise! Then something even worse happens! The munstahs open the cages and start grabbing the babbehs! You can’t see much of what’s happening with all the other cages in the room, but the babbehs are screaming and shouting about worstest owwies! They sound like they have the worstest owwies ever!
You see one munstah, it’s in front of one of the cages in front of yours, plucking the babbehs out in defiance of the hysterical mummah! He holds the babbehs up and begins cutting them with a knife! The mummah screams as the sharp hurties go all around the babbeh’s midsection! Then the munstah puts his not hooves underneath the babbeh’s skin! The babbeh screams louder than ever as he pulls the skin upwards and all the way off, skinning the babbeh alive! The babbeh lets out the biggest scream ever as he takes a dish of white stuff, and starts rubbing it all over the babbeh’s not fluff! The babbeh keeps screaming at the top of its little lungs while he mounts the babbeh on a sharp metal thing, ties the metal to a string, and hangs the string in the cage in front of the mummah! Then he starts on the next babbeh!
Another munstah is rubbing some kind of metal stick against another babbeh! The stick must be really scratchy, because every time it passes, it takes off more of the babbeh’s hoovsie! The babbeh starts screaming in earnest about halfway down the hoovsie, but he just keeps scratching until the whole hoovsie is gone! But then he keeps scratching! He scratches and scratches until he scratches away the entire leggie! Then he turns the babbeh over, and starts on the other leggie, eliciting fresh screams from the mummah as she realizes her babbeh will be tortured at least three more times!
Another mummah is screaming as her babbeh is pressed against a hot plate! It’s little legs are flailing about madly as the heat singes it’s belly fluff! The munstah laughs as he presses down on the babbeh with a spatula! Eventually the babbeh catches fire! It burns alive on the hot plate while the mummah screams and cries, alternating between threats and begging! Once the babbeh finally dies, he takes another babbeh from the inside of the cage, eliciting fresh screams from the mortified mummah! The babbeh screams for it’s mummah to save it as the human takes it from the cage! He laughs as he presses the babbeh down in the same place he just killed it’s sibling! The babbeh screams in pain!
You’re absolutely terrified! You look all around you! The red balls illuminate without mercy, marking the babbehs for death! You look to your left, and see Sandy hanging from the wall of her cage, reassuring her panicking babbeh!
“Is awwite babbeh! Munstahs nu come! Munstahs nu come! Wed baww nu gu on! Wed baww nu huwt babbeh! Munstah was wyin wen said wouwd come 'gain! MUNSTAH NU COME! HUU HUU HUU!”
“Nuuuuu! Munstah come back! Munstah gif babbeh biggest owwies 'gain! Munstah come back an gif foebah sweepies wike munstah said! Babbeh su scawed! Pweeze hewp mummah! MUMMAH SABE BABBEH! HUUU HUUUUU HUUUUUUUUU!!!”
You look to your left, and see rarity pinned to her cage, struggling against her restraints!
“Whas goin on!? Why dummeh fwuffies scweamin!? Wha hoomins doin!? Why huwt babbehs!? Dummeh stwing wet wawwity gu! Wawwity need get to babbehs! Wawwity need to sabe babbehs!!!”
Another light goes on! This time it’s… The cage to your right. Rarity’s cage.
“What dummeh wed baww doin, why bwite baww nao? Wha happen?”
Another light goes on! One goes on really close to you! Very close. The cage to your left, in fact. Sandy’s light has come on.
She stared at it for a few seconds, silent. She slowly starts talking.
“Bu… nu… n…”
She falls silent again, then, just moments later, she lets out a deafening bellow!
This isn’t real. This can’t be real, you heard the human, but you didn’t expect this! Not this kind of wholesale slaughter! This isnt… No, the others are… The monsters, the humans aren’t even… Your babbehs! Your red light! Your eyes finally fall onto your own red ball! You stare hard at it! You want to beg but you cant! You’re too terrified! You can only stare ahead at it! In your mind you beg, you plead, you bargain, you scream. Please not the light! Anything but the light! You stare ahead at the ball, paralyzed! Time stands still…
The light comes on.
“Alright everyone, the mares are restrained! That means you can start heading in there now. Form an orderly line, and I’ll pass out your tags. Remember what I said about keeping them in full view! Don’t let them fall off the table!”
The crowd quickly forms a line, the auctioneer reads a list and gives tags to the ones that bought mares. To some, he gives a tag, to others, he gives multiple tags. Most get one, some get two or three. One got four. The line grows less restless as he approaches the end. “Thank you for your purchase, have fun in there.” “Thanks for buying, get your money’s worth, alright? Hah, I’m sure you will.” He passes the tags out with a vicious glee.
Some of the other mill workers look away as they pass through the hallway, pretending not to see. Carl comes through, wheeling a pregnant mare towards the maternity pens. His eyes meet with one of the abuser’s. The abuser looks down into his cart at the mare, it hums and sings to it’s “tummeh babbehs”. Carl gives her a troubled, uncomfortable look.
“She’s not for sale…”
“Oh, I… Wasn’t really…”
“Carl!” The auctioneer yells.
“You’re disturbing the customers. It would be nice if you could keep wheeling the shitrat down to the mummah pens? And not answering any questions that nobody asked?”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t even… Ack. Whatever.” Carl returns to pushing the cart.
“There’s a little thing called professionalism Carl! Maybe you should try it out some time!” He yelled to carl’s continuously shrinking form.
Carl throws his hand up, aggressively dismissing his comment. He finally reaches the end of the hallway and pushes the cart through the doors.
“Jeezus…” Seth mutters.
“Sorry about that! But hey, who knows? Maybe mummah over there will stomp an alicorn or two and end up here! You never know.”
The small crowd chuckles at his comment
“And speaking of mummahs stomping their alicorns, I’ve got something for you Red four.”
He passes him the tag marked 48.
“Give her hell for me eh? And don’t worry, we know what to do if she starts looping.”
The man known only as Red four adjusts his collar, and walks into E-Block, Searching for his prey. He walks over to the usual spot.
In front of him is a sobbing wreck of a mare. He’s torn between getting her attention, and just opening the cage and taking the foal before she can react. He decides to savor her fear, and places his tray down quietly.
“Hello there sandy.”
Sandy and her foal both freeze. The foal is blind, but sandy slowly looks up.
“NUUUUUUUU! NUUUHUUUUUHUUHUUHUUUUUU! PWEEZE NICE MISTAH! NU HUWT BABBEH GAIN! NU GIF WASTEST BABBEH FOEVAH SWEEPIES! MUMMAH SOWWY! MUMMAH SU SOWWY! PWEEZE NU HUWTIES!!!”
“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay sandy! I just want to play another game!”
“Nu! Nu game! No mowe game! Pweeze!”
“Nu wan game ‘gain! Nu huwt babbeh gain! Pweeze! Why huwt babbeh!? Why huwt bwuddas an sissy!? Why huwt babbehs obaw an obaw!? Why!? Am jus’ wittwe babbeh! Huu huu huuuu!”
“Look, I know you only have one foal left now, but I still think we can have a lot of fun with just the three of us. That’s why I decided to bring…”
He pulls the cloth off of his tray. On it is a bottle of acid, An orbital sander, A fishing hook and line, a handheld fire extinguisher, and a can of lighter fluid with a safety lighter.
“All of the games!”
“NUUUUHUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! NU 'GAIN! NU WAN PWAY GAME! NU WAN BABBEH GET WOWSTEST OWWIES! PWEEZE NU HUWT BABBEH! HUWT MUMMAH INSTED!!!”
“See, that’s why I like you sandy, you’re a living contradiction. You killed your ‘munstah babbeh’ all on your own, but when someone rolls up to your good babies, you cry and beg and offer your own body for destruction. It makes no sense, It’s hillarious, and I love it.”
“Mummah sowwy! Mummah sowwy fo huwt munstah babbeh!”
“Really?” He asks, incredulously.
“Yus! Mummah su sowwy! Sandy wish dat sandy nebaw huwt munstah babbeh! Munstah babbeh was gud babbeh! Sandy was jus’ bein meanie! Sandy sowwy!”
“Pfhah, No, you’re not. Come the fuck on.”
“…” Sandy pauses, silent, her unwavering sadness slowly turning into another emotion. Anger.
“Oh? What isn’t?” Red four asks.
“NU FAIW NU FAIW NU FAIW!!! SANDY STOMP MUNSTAH BABBEH! MUNSTAH BABBEH WAS SCAWWY MUNSTAH! WAS GOIN TWY TO HUWT GUD BABBEHS! SANDY ONWY TWY TO SABE BABBEHS, BUT DEN HOOMINS GET MAD! DEY SAY DAT SANDY DID BAD TING! DAT HUWTIN’ DUMMEH MUNSTAH BABBEH WAS WOWSE DEN HUWTING GUD BABBEH! HOOMIN EBEN SAY DAT DEY WOULD WAN SANDY STOMP AWW GUD BABBEHS BEFOWE GIF MUNSTAH BABBEH EBEN WITTWE HUWTIES! SAY DAT SANDY AM WOWSE DEN DAT MUNSTAH MUMMAH DAT NUMMED BABBEH! IT NU FAIW! WHY DUMMEH HOOMINS WUB MUNSTAHS!? SANDY SEEN DEWE MUNSTAHS! WOTS OB MUNSTAH FWUFFIES IN GUD PWACE! GUD PWACE EBEN BETTAH DEN A-BWOCKIES PWACE! HOOMINS AWWAYS SU HAPPEH WHEN SEE MUNSTAHS! SAY DAT MUMMAHS DAT HAB MUNSTAH BABBEHS AM BESTEST MUMMAHS! IT DUMMEH! HOOMINS DUMMEH! SANDY AWWAYS GUD FWUFFY! HOOMINS SAY DAT SANDY IS GUDDEST FWUFFY IN WHOWE BWOCK! BUT SANDY HUWT ONE MUNSTAH BABBEH, AN NAO SANDY IN WOWSTEST PWACE EBAH!” She screams, utterly indignant. Red four is grinning madly.
“HOOMINS WET MUNSTAH COME AN HUWT BABBEHS! WED WITE GU ON, DEN DUMMY MUNSTAH COME AN HUWT BABBEHS GAIN! HOOMIN SAY DAT WITE ONWY COME ON WHEN SANDY AM BAD FWUFFY, BUT WITE AWWAYS COME ON! NOW MUNSTAH KIWW AWW BABBEHS! AN HOOMINS SAY SANDY GON HAB MOWE BABBEHS!? SU MUNSTAH CAN HUWT DOSE BABBEHS TU!? WHY!? SANDY KNOW OU HOOMIN! OU NU MUNSTAH, JUS’ DUMMEH HOOMIN! BUT COME AN HUWT BABBEHS ANYWAYS! DIS AWW WONG! WHY HOOMINS SU BAD!? WHY WUB MUNSTAH AN NU WUB FWUFFIES!? WHY GIF OWWIES AN SADDIES AN SCAREDIES AN HEAWT HUWTIES TO FWUFFIES!? WHY TAKE BABBEHS 'WAY AN GIF BABBEHS WOWSTEST OWWIES AN FOEBAH SWEEPIES!? WHY PUT IN WITTWE CAGIE WHEN DEWE BIG WOOM FOW FWUFFY TO BE IN WITE DOWN DEWE!? WHY FEED FWUFFY UGWY SMEWWY POOPIE NUMMIES MADE FWOM BABBEHS!? WHY NU JUS GIB KIBBWE!? WHY!? WHY BAD PWACE!? WHY MEANIE HOOMINS!? FWUFFIES AWE FOW HUGGIES AN WUB! BUT HOOMINS NU CAWE! WHY!? WHY!? WHY HOOMINS HATE FWUFFIES!?”
“Well I mean, you’re pretty annoying.”
“W- Wha-” Sandy stammers, expecting a response of violence, not casual discussion.
“I mean, first off, huggies and love. What is that? What does that even mean? That I have to give you huggies and love? That I should give you huggies and love? Why? Why should I have to do that? Why do you deserve my huggies and love? You’re not doing anything for me by just standing around being a fluffy.”
“S- Sandy-” Sandy says, flabbergasted. She’s completely taken aback by these bizzare notions. She was born with these ideas, and she had never seen them questioned before.
“And another thing, the monster babies. We don’t love monster babies. Monsters sell for a lot of money, and we like getting money, so we like to see monsters. That’s it. It’s money. Same reason we deal with your stupidity and arrogance. We ‘love’ the money that selling you gives us. Also, while we’re on the topic of monsters, alicorns arent even monsters. They’re regular fluffies with wings and a horn. That’s it. You weird horse things act like they’re eldritch abominations and it’s stupid. They’re literally just fluffies with extra accessories. Still shit everywhere, still drone on and on about huggies and wub like fucking retards. They are literally the same as you. And another thing, monsters aren’t fucking real. You fluffies use the term monster to describe anything that scares you, but why should things not scare you? What scares you is completely fucking arbitrary! you look at random bullshit and get scared of it! There’s no rhyme or reason to it. Who wants to deal with that shit?”
“Lemme see, you also asked why you live in a cage instead of a house and why your food is literally and figuratively shit instead of kibble right? I’ll tell you.” Red four leaned in.
“You’re not worth the fucking trouble.”
“Feeding you garbage is cheaper than feeding you kibble, and putting you in a cage lets us keep more fluffies in a small space, which is cheaper. They save money. Yeah, maybe we can give you better digs and food, but why the fuck should we? You’re a stupid horse pig rat that spends all day shitting everywhere and being fucking stupid. Honestly, if we could feed you nothing, we would. But you shitrats have to eat something, even though it barely does you any good with your shit digestion, so we prepare a meal to deal with your stupid needs as cheaply as possible. You don’t like it? Tough shit. Your happiness is the last thing we’re worried about. What have you done to deserve happiness anyways? Why should you just get it for free? Really, why should you get a house and an owner and tasty food and toys and treats? You do realize that shit isn’t free right? It costs money, which takes hard work to get, and everything costs money, which means everything takes work to get. Someone has to work for it. I work a 9-5 outside of this. I work 40 hours a week so that I can live and have some of the things I want. I don’t see you putting in the work hours. You just want everything for free, but aparrently that’s not good enough either. You need to throw tantrums and scream about how you deserve fucking pasta and how much you hate those other fluffies with the wings and horns. You need to scream about how your free living area in cell block A or whatever isn’t good enough, or how your free kibble isn’t good enough. You need to murder your own fucking children because you don’t like that they have wings and a horn, or because you don’t like their smell, or because you don’t like their color, or whatever the fuck other trivial bullshit a goddamn shitrat considers ‘important’.”
Red four stands back up straight.
“Look, I like torturing fluffies. And I don’t think I’m some kind of fucking hero for it, It’s fucking weird. I mean, I just paid 250 bucks to kill a single fucking foal. I probably care way too much about this, and my anger probably doesn’t even make sense, but you creatures just fucking irk me. It’s outrageous to me that you carry on the way you do without being punished for it, and shredding some shitrats once in a while makes me feel a little bit better about the whole mess. If I could kill you all, I would, and hell, it would probably be mercy too, but I cant. So I settle for the worst of the worst. The ones that infuriate me the most, like you.”
Red four leans down a bit.
“Does that make sense to you?”
A tense silence descends between the two.
“…Sandy wan… Sandy jus… Sandy nu knu. Sandy nu knu anyfin but… Mummah wub babbeh! Sandy wub babbeh mowe den anyfin! Sandy am mummah an Sandy wub babbeh! Pweeze mistah! Jus wet babbeh gu! Jus dis once! Sandy sowwy fo gif mistah maddies! Sandy sowwy fo be fwuffy! Jus’ pweeze nu huwt babbeh!”
“sigh…” Red four pinches the bridge of his nose.
“…No, you’re not.”
The fluffy and the human look each other in the eyes. Just for a moment, they each see the other for what they are.
Red four sees Sandy, the fluffy he’s abused for so long. He still thinks most of the things he thought about her, but he decides to show a little respect just this once, for her sheer tenacity in holding out this long, and hear what sandy has to say.
Sandy sees Red four, the man who killed her babies. She still fears him immensely, but for the first time, she looks at a human and doesn’t see a giant magical creature. She sees, for the first time, a man. To a man, or maybe to humanity, she speaks the words she wants them to hear.
“Pweeze nu huwt babbeh…”
Red four responds. Or maybe humanity responds.
The human who stopped in front of Sandy’s cage did horrible things to her babbeh. First, he pulled the screaming babbeh out and mounted it on a fishing hook. Then he sprayed it with some kind of fluid, and lit it on fire. The babbeh started screaming about burnie owwies as soon as the fluid hit him, but the human ignored him and lit him on fire anyways. Sandy screamed her lungs out and cried louder than ever as her babbeh was burned alive. But the munstah didn’t stop there. He watched the babbeh carefully until he was satisfied, then he sprayed the babbeh with white smoke. The babbeh had been reduced to chirps when he put down the can and picked up an orbital sander. Gripping the babbeh with a pair of tongs, he pressed the babbeh up against the rapidly spinning sandpaper. The babbeh came to life again, screams pierced the air as the foals twice burnt and charred skin was mercilessly ground off by the abrasive paper. Both babbeh and mummah screamed continuously as the munstah carefully ground off every last piece of remaining skin. All that was left of the babbeh was a screaming lump of half-cooked and bleeding meat. The human still wasn’t done. He took the bottle of acid as Sandy’s screams reached a crescendo. Tilting the babbeh’s head up, he took the cap off and poured the entire bottle down it’s throat. The babbeh thrashed and gurgled madly one last time, then slowly went quiet and still. Sandy was still screaming for her babbeh as it slowly died. It hung from the hook motionless for a moment, then it’s head tugged up as a huge mass of acid, blood and liquified viscera finally ate it’s way through his flesh and spilled out of the bottom of his body and on to the table. Burnt, skinned and chemically eviscerated, It finally died.
“Well, that was fun wasn’t it?”
“Babbeh… Wastest babbeh… Huu huu huu… Nu am mummah nu mowe…”
“It’s okay sandy.” The human looked around, then placed a hand on sandy’s tummy.
“I’m sure you’ll make more babies for us to play with soon.”
“Nu! NUUUU! NU MOWE BABBEHS! NU COME BACK! NU MOWE OWWIE BABBEHS! NU WAN! NU WAN! NU WAN!!!”
The human packs up his things, whistling a tune to himself as he walks out of the room.
You and Rarity watch as Sandy hangs from the wall in front of her mangled and murdered babbeh. She’ll be looking at her dead babbeh hanging in front of her for quite a while longer. She sobs quietly in front of it’s lifeless form. The red light on the table finally turns off.