Inspired by @infraredturbine’s Folly of Hope series and @Ace’s downer fluffs.
Backstory
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Kevin went to the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, which meant that it was probably a fluffy. They would go away eventually but they were more annoying than a windshield repair man, or a meat salesman, or a solar panel installer.
tap tap tap
Kevin sighed and went to the door. Opening it quickly and preparing to tell the indeterminate number of fluffies he wouldn’t adopt or feed them.
“Hewwo nice Mistah! Pwease kiww fwuffeh?” A cheerful orange and white stallion asked.
“Sorry, I don’t have any… wait what?” Kevin was taken aback by this otherwise normal looking fluffy.
“Pwease kiww fwuffeh! Fwuffeh am twashies!”
“You can’t say that. Did your owner teach you those words?” Kevin wondered to himself, did an abuser teach him these phrases as a prank? was he secretly watching from behind a bush and filming? He scanned the street. Not a single person besides himself was in sight.
“Nu teech fwuffeh! Fwuffeh jus wan die!”
“Why? You look fine and you have good colors.”
“Meanie man says dat tuu! Meanie man pwomise fwuffeh and spechow fwen skettis but den gib speshow fwen an bestest babbehs wowstest huwties an foweba sweepies! Fwuffeh hab bigges heawt huwties an wan die nao!”
“B-but you could get a new special friend and have more babies!” Kevin found himself arguing with the strange fluffy.
“Nuu! Spechow fwen am spechow! Fwuffeh nebah wepwace! Jus’ nee tu gu foweba sweepies nao!” He stomped his hoof as he spoke for emphasis.
“Whoa there buddy! I don’t take demands from fluffies.” Kevin was a bit angered that a feral was trying to boss him around, even if it was as strange as this.
“Buh dummeh nee tuu kiww fwuffeh! Fwuffeh nee’ wowstest huwties an foweba sweepies!”
Kevin’s hand clenched in a fist as he grew frustrated with the orange shitball. He caught himself and realized he was just going to play into the fluffy’s hooves.
“Look, how about I give you some skettis instead to cheer you up?”
As he said this he wondered if the fluffy was conning him with reverse psychology but quickly dismissed the thought. Fluffies weren’t that smart, and the average person would quicker give into his demands than try to cheer him up.
“Fwuffeh nu am wan sgettis! Wan skettiwand! Pwease nice mistah jus nee kiww fwuffeh! Gib fwuffie dwownies! Ow Buwnies! Ow take poiwtie dingie an make manneh boo boo joosies!”
Kevin looked down at the fluffy’s big glossy begging eyes. “Skettiland? Look! look! Do you have a name at least?”
“Fwuffeh nu hab name annehmowe! Fwuffeh am twashies nao! Iwf fwuffeh nu gu foweba sweepies den nebah see spechow fwen ow bebbehs ebah agaiwn!”
“Wait?” Kevin was completely taken aback by the fluffy’s reasoning. “You want to die to see your family again?”
“Yis! Nice Mistah finawwy un-unda-… wight tinkie pwace tinkies! Su kiww fwuffeh nao?”
“Noooo! I’m not going to kill you! That would be wrong. Besides, it’s not hard for a wild fluffy to die. Why haven’t you tried to kill yourself?”
Sadness finally betrayed the fluffy’s cheerful demeanor.
“Fwuffeh twy… Num fowebah sweepie bewwies buh jus make tummeh huwties! Wawk in bwack vwoomie munstah pwace buh vwoomies gu awound fwuffeh! Eben twy to be bawky munstah nummies buh dey jus wan pway huggie tag!”
Kevin was at an impasse. He wasn’t going to kill the fluffy, but he knew he wasn’t going to change the fluffie’s mind himself.
“Look, how about I take you to a shelter. They can help you.”
“Yus! Fwuffeh wub tu gu to shewtew! Shewtew smeww wike foweba sweepies! Gib suu manneh fwuffies saddies an huwties den fowebah sweepies! Dank you nice Mistah!”
