Scout came dashing from the forest into the clearing. There was something in his mouth, a nummie?
“GIVE THAT BACK YOU FILTHY FUCKING SHITRAT!” You heard the voice come from the forest.
Scout was running towards you. That was the last place you wanted him heading. That is until another shot came.
Scout’s head exploded in a mist of red. A figure emerged from the forest. His legs and arms were covered in dirt and mud.
“MORE OF YOU!? We got a big fucking family!”
Without another moment’s hesitation, you swept your poopie babbeh up into your mouth and ran hard as you could the other way.
The others seemed to have the same idea.
“HEWD!” Smarty was screaming, “HEWD WUN WAY!”
Smawty darted off, Tuffy behind him.
“SABE BESTEST BABBEH!” Sunny yelled as she threw her foal on her back.
Further away, Blossom wrestled with hers. She had red and yellow on her back, and was helping blue up. Another boom later, and she too exploded in red mist.
“MUMMAH!” Blue yelled. Red and yellow fell away uninjured, albeit traumatized.
You stopped, looking back to the carnage. Standing in the grass for a split second as you weighed your options. You set your babbeh down, better he was hidden, and sprinted towards what used to be Blossom.
The human was sprinting closer. You stopped and looked down. Red, yellow, and blue. You only had time to save one.
CRUNCH! ‘NUUUUU! BESTEST BABBEH!’
You picked up the red one, throwing him on your back. You sprinted away, ignoring the cries of the others. Grabbing your poopie babbeh in your mouth as you went, you sprinted into the forest.
As you disappeared, yellow and blue sobbed over the corpse of their mother.
“Huuu… wy Dweam weab? Com’ back!”
“Mummah! Pwease wakies!”
Both shuttered as footsteps approached, a shadow drifted over them.
The hunter looked down to the two foals ready to put a quick end to them. Something stopped him.
You kept going. Your poopie in your mouth and the red foal on your back, both wining. When you were sure you’d outran the hunter, you stopped, crouching down and keeping silent as you could.
“Huu…” It was Tuffy, the herd was nearby. You followed the voices.
“Smawty speshaw friend go foweba sweepies.” You heard Smarty say.
“Sunwy nu cawe, Sunwy happi bestest babbeh am okay.” Sunny said as her foal giggled.
You stopped as you heard them. Keeping yourself down, you wanted to hear this.
“Shaddup Sunwy!” Smarty yelled, “Smawty wose speshaw fwiend an’ babbehs! An’ Smawty wose Scowt an’ Smawty wose Dweam!”
“Sunwy happy Dweam am gon! Nu hab to gib miwkies to dummeh poopie babbeh!”
“Dummeh poopie babbeh nu deserve miwkies.” Tuffy agreed. “Buh poopie am Dweam’s, an Dweam keep munstah ‘way. Nao nu Dweam an’ in fowest wit’ munstah!”
CHIRP! Your poopie babbeh gave away your element of surprise.
“Who dewe!?”
You emerged from the bushes, to the waiting remains of the herd.
“Daddeh!” Red yelled, hopping off your back and running to Smarty.
“Wed babbeh!?” Smarty said. “Wed babbeh nu gu foweba sweepies?”
“Nu, mummah go foweba sweepies. Dweam sabe babbeh!”
Smarty looked to you with a smile. You set your poopie babbeh down and smiled back. You did it for him after all. The choice between coming back with only your own reject or with Smarty’s last babbeh in tow was a choice between a shaky future and full acceptance. There was little any fluffy could do to convince Smarty you were a bad asset now.
Smarty picked up his red babbeh, moving him to his back. He looked back to you, to Tuffy, to Sunny, her purple foal, and to your poopie babbeh taking his first steps in the dirt.
“Wet’s go.”