not an artist, please be gentile.
Found at residence of Father Donovan O’Mally by members of the RCMP. The letter was passed on after the investigation was concluded.
From the desk of Father Donovan O’Mally
To his Holiness The Pope Leo XIV,
Holy Father, I am sure there are questions, I don’t wish to leave a mystery unsolved when I can shed the light on the events that have brought us here today.
My name is Father Donovan O’Mally, I was born in New York and grew up in the Bronxs (Go Mets, the Yankees are bums). I was an alter boy at St. Patrick’s under Father Brendan Finnigan. I went to seminary and took the oaths of the cloth under Pope Francis. I thought I would get a parish close to my home town, but the Good Lord and Mother Church decided that this New York street kid shall do wonders in Northern Alberta Canada, Grande Prairie in the grand new Cathedral that was built a year before I took control of it.
The city itself is small, but the area brings in enough to fill the pews whenever mass is held. The people are friendly, albeit a bit backwards, you will forgive my NY attitude. As the years went on I got to know the people and the way they lived their lives. There is a large homeless population for such a small city. I got to know some of the homeless as I have a soup kitchen set up in the old church. One of the elder natives, a blind man known as Fighting Bear came up to me last week, looking back at what he said in the events that have transpired… I shake just thinking about it.
“Father, you know that there are other forces in this world at work, keep your eyes open, I have had a vision of doom and you are in it.” The blind elder said, gripping my arm. He leaned in close, his breath of cheap booze and cigarettes made my eyes water. “Black fluffy, black sun, black moon…” I pulled back away from the man and patted his arm. I said thank you or something of that nature and moved on with my day.
The fluffy, I am not sure how I felt about them to be honest. When they came out, as a “Bio toy” I scoffed, thinking them no worse than troll dolls or barbies. Then the escape and boom of the fluffy, wild herds and the babbling of them, the way people coddle them… it isn’t natural. Yet the Lord moves in mysterious ways and who am I to deny the amazing effort and skill it took the scientists who created such marvels. Yet as far as such things having souls there is no mistake that a toy is just a toy… but… Dear God…
It was yesterday that I went for a walk in Muskoseepi park. It is the park in the middle of Grande Prairie that starts in the center of town and goes on into the wilds of northern Alberta. I thought Central Park was huge! Ha! This park goes on forever. It was the day of the eclipse and I wanted to enjoy it as I walked on one of the paths of the park. I walked, the sun shinning down on Gods wonders. The dance of the celestial giants was soon at hand. I began to hum the hymn Shall we Gather at the River as I walked along. The tress casting shadows that danced in the sunshine. The path was empty, no doubt everyone gathering at parties to witness the eclipse. I continued along the path, it bent into a curve and that is when I came to cross roads. It was there I saw a strange sight. By a stump of a large tree I saw a bright yellow fluffy with brown tail and mane, round with child. The creature was labouring away at a strange task. In her mouth was a knife, that she was using to sharpen a low branch. She was extremally pregnant, her stubby legs barley touching the ground. Her breasts full of milk for the new brood scraped in the earth scraped bare from her task. I walked towards her, perhaps she was trying to make a nest of some kind, I am unfamiliar with the toy and its behaviour. I thought that maybe I could help in some way. I stopped in my tracks however when I got closer and saw the gruesome display. The fluffy’s muzzle was caked with blood, it dripped from her chin and stained her yellow fluff a dark crimson red. Her eyes looked glazed, like she had been crying and her fluff matted down on her cheeks showed that she had. The haunting thing is that she made no sound, apart from grunts of effort as she hacked at the branch with her knife.
Eventually she raised up her right leg up and checked the point of the branch, her soft hoof poked into it, deeply the tip penetrated into her hoof but she was unmoving as the wood slid into that soft matt. A small river of blood trickle down her hoof, her leg, and landed on the grass, mixing with the large pool already there. My God, it seemed the little creature had been working for some time. She opened her mouth, chunks of teeth and the knife hit the soft earth it was a horrid sight. I went to say something then I heard the fluffy mother sing…
“Mamma loves baby, baby… loves…hu hu hu.” Her head hung low, blood and snot slowly dripped from her muzzle. Then she crouched low on her front legs and pushed herself up onto her hind legs, a herculean feat in her condition. She then with such force and effort drove herself upon the sharpened stick! The spike impaled her, right in the belly. So deep. I gasped and screamed “No!” I ran up to poor creature. Its little legs grasped at the branch, not trying to push out, but pull it deeper onto the spike. I grabbed the little fluffy, and tried to pull it from the log. I was succeeding till she began to scream…
“Nuu, leave soon mamma alone, must save baby! Mamma love baby!! NUUU SKREEEEEEE” She kept on screeching thins over and over again. Then she lowered her head and bit me! With her jagged teeth and with such force I fell back, startled. I was covered in blood and embolic fluid that was leaking from the hole in her belly. My effort to free her was a success, she was free if tge point for a moment, but then she heaved herself once more onto the deadly spike! She began to push into in using her back legs to press the point deeper and deeper until it erupted out of her back, spinal fluid, blood and embolic fluid splattered down her back. Satisfied in her task she gasped like a dying fish on land. Then she turned to me and said, “Save Baby” it was the last thing she said. She vomited up blood and bile and then voided her bowels before she expired.
I sat there in stunned silence, looking at the impaled fluffy questioning what in the name of God just happened. The sun was slowly being swallowed by the moon casting a dark shadow over the scene before me. When the brightness of light was totally swallowed, It happened next…What happened next… Dear God… what came next. The belly of that damned creature began to move… to twitch. I saw something press and move against the flesh from the inside of the mother. There was an imprint of a… hoof? A claw? A tentacle… Whatever it was it grasped, it slithered, it moved…down… There was a sickening splash; a pool of life giving fluid fell from the filly…
And… And then… oooh dear God, dear God in heaven that thing… that thing that fell from her dead womb. Its limbs its mass twisted and twitched in the shadow fall darkness. One of the mouths screamed while another peeped, yet another latched onto the breast of the dead fluffy… I think I cried, I think I cursed, I don’t remember what I did… I only know blessed blackness overcame me. When I awoke, the sun was no longer blocked out by the moon. I looked towards the stump, the dead fluffy staired back at me. Its tongue hung limp from its bloody lips and broken teeth. There was the top half of it, the bottom however was missing. From the base of this horror a black streak of gore, blood and whatever else trailed into the low bushes of the forest gone… I screamed. I ran… dear God I ran…
Now here I sit, The pill bottle is empty as are the many bottles of communion wine. Another bottle awaits me in the bathroom with the razor. Do not prey for me as I do not wish for forgiveness of my sins, nor do I want it. For if God is real and has allowed that creature I witnessed to exist, then I believe the residences of Hell will be very welcomed indeed.
Donovan.