Note: It’s up to you whether you think this is canon to The American Dream or just a shitpost, but if the former it should take place between Parts 8 and 9.
Night was falling, and you hid yourselves under a pile of trash. You and mummah and sissy, outside you could hear the crows peking at the crushed remains of your green brother. This didn’t seem to bother yellow, who slept under mummah in the comfiest spot, as she always did.
But neither you or mummah were getting sleep. The image of the man’s boot coming down was fresh in your mind.
Instead, you kept your breathing down, as the smell inside wasn’t pleasant. Mummah was keeping to herself, but you started to feel funny. You wondered why.
Looking up, you saw, hanging from the ceiling, a collection of sketties. Not just any sketties, but Nissin ™ Hot and Spicy Chicken Flavor Ramen.
“Mummah!” You said. “Dewe am spicy in dis homsie!”
You stepped back, but the spices fell from the noodles, and into you. Something was flashing before your eyes. Mummah looked to you, slightly worried.
“Dat am dah futuwe! It coming!”
“Bwu babbeh?” Mummah said. “Bwu babbeh am scawdies? Teww mummah wat am scawy!”
“Huu pwease hewp babbeh!” You said, but there was no stopping it.
“Bwu babbeh?”
“It coming…”
You waved your head around, but there was no shaking it. There were images before you, a car, a girl, a plump white mare…
“…Da howy waw am spweading acwoss da wuniberse wike foweba buwnie ting!..”
The spooky sounds of the forest, a pair of foals, no, three, no, one… now there weren’t any…
“…a tuffie hewd dat wabe dah Dweam bannah in daddeh’s namie…”
You saw Daddeh’s body, devoured by the barkie monster, his bones left to rot… until…
“…fanaticaw wegions wawshippin’ at dah swine ob daddeh’s finkie pwace…”
Dead foals, a dead mare, half-eaten apples, wait, oranges, no, apples. A herd of fluffies, then more. A boat leaving harbor with nothing but hope. The fluffies on board were tossing something over the edge.
“…A WAW IN FWUFFY’S NAMIE! EBEWY FWUFFY YEWWING FWUFFY’S NAMIE!”
“Dream!” You heard a little girl’s voice say.
Then, just like that, they were gone. All you could see was your mummah looking down at you.
“Teehee! Siwwy bwu babbeh!”
Being fluffies you both forgot about it by next morning.
PSA from Nissin™ Co: Do not under any circumstance attempt to feed your fluffy Nissin™ brand Hot and Spicy Chicken Flavor Ramen as a type of “sketties”. Fluffy consumption of this brand may lead to: Burning of the mouth and snout, burning of the rectal area, diarrhea, vomiting, visions of possible and horrifying futures, temporary changing of the eye colors to a shade of blue, and smarty-syndrome.
