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The micro-fluffy empire, for so many years, under the guidance of its alicorn leaders, had remained hidden, kept secret from humanity, until now.
Fluffy Control, the organization dedicated to eradicating the presence of fluffies within the United States of America, has uncovered the existence of the nationwide micro-fluffy supercolony thriving beneath the Earth’s surface.
They had captured a few of the supercolony’s residents, questioning the tiny colorful creatures for information in regards to their unprecedented evolution, subjecting them to lab experiments and cognitive tests, often involving painful coercion methods.
Unlike the original breed of micro-fluffies marketed as children’s playthings, the newly discovered specimens demonstrated unusually high intellect and robust physiology unseen in typical fluffies. They were adept in literacy and problem-solving and were able to walk upright and grasp small objects with their prehensile hooves.
The fluffy-centric scientists were in awe of the micro-fluffys’ sophistication, impressed by their underground architecture and infrastructure. At the same time, they were fearful, afraid of the possibility that there was a new threat to humanity besides the plague of baseline fluffies.
Normal fluffies were bad enough, spreading disease and environmental ruin across the world; however, the existence of intelligent micro-fluffies, with actual science and technology, could very well spell the doom of humanity, perhaps more so than the now-contained Chimeravirus.
The most interesting facet that the human scientists have discovered from interrogating the micro-fluffy subjects, was the idea of golden-horned alicorns living amongst the supercolony, ruling over the subterranean empire.
The fluffy prisoners spoke of how their esteemed leaders would guide the micro-fluffies towards unity and progress, how they vanquished the dark age of primitive squabbles and opened the path towards societal harmony between every micro-fluffy.
They spoke of The Greater Herd.
No more than a few days later, President Shepherd of the United States, has received a request for diplomacy through a secure channel, a digital message believed to have come from the evolved micro-fluffies themselves.
It was astonishing to everyone when she revealed the news; after all, how could tiny fluffies have possibly accessed a telecommunication line? Let alone one encrypted within government safeguards.
The alicorn stallion leader of the micro-fluffies, known as Sovereign, wished to engage in a public discussion with the governor, no doubt related to the recent debacle between the supercolony and her Fluffy Control organization.
Reeling back from the initial shock, President Shepard reluctantly agreed to contact the alicorn on its terms, hoping to find more answers than questions at the moment.
News channels were plastered across the Internet, spreading the word of sapient fluffies, no bigger than cotton balls, stepping out of the shadows from beneath the earth, and reaching out to the surface world.
It was a historic moment.
From around the globe, citizens of the country and foreigners overseas quivered in anticipation, waiting to see what was about to unravel between humanity and its godless creations.
On the day of anticipation, televisions displayed two figures on each half of the screen. To the right was President Shepherd, in her formal attire. To the left, was a peculiar-looking fluffy, assumed to be Sovereign.
A moment of pause occurred, as every human watching the monitors processed what they saw in front of them. President Shepherd lost her breath for just a second, her stoic expression betrayed by a subtle facial twitch.
Sovereign was immaculate, coated in finely groomed purple fluff, his wings outstretched to show overlapping shades of lilac.
The stallion’s head was adorned with a horn of lustrous gold, his green piercing eyes hinting a spark of cunning. His form and posture made it seem like he was an advanced alien lifeform masquerading as a fluffy.
Besides the fact that this micro was able to broadcast himself to a televised network, it was obvious that this was no ordinary fluffy. It was unsettling, to say the least.
Sovereign spoke of harmony and friendship, the idea of peaceful coexistence between the supercolony and humanity. There was no need to resort to the desolation of war, especially after the Chimervirus crisis. Sovereign claimed that the micros were different from typical fluffies, able to accommodate the environment rather than destroy it, spreading wisdom and not disease.
Shepherd gave it some thought, after all that her country has been through, perhaps the world is big enough for two intelligent species. But what if it was too good to be true? What if the supercolony planned to rid the world of humans in the future? Would the micros so easily forget the pain and misery inflicted upon the primitive fluffies that plagued the world?
Negotiations continued for days, with no end in sight. The micros reasoned that they should be allowed to reside in the United States, quietly living below the surface and leaving humans alone. However, people were understandably distrustful of the micros and demanded that the evolved fluffies surrender themselves to captivity.
Neither side was willing to be subjected to each other’s terms and conditions. The micros wanted to be left alone but the human government deemed it too risky to allow a possible rival power to grow in strength and size.
Just as tensions reached their peak, something unbelievable happened across the globe. Entire cities fell into chaos, governments were overthrown and replaced by zealous juntas spewing litanies of hateful misanthropy, preaching of a future ruled by fluffies, not humans. Cults ranging from the rabid mobs of slums to the secret societies of metropolises rose in insurrection.
These cultists were not alone; they fought alongside huge mutated fluffies identified as ZoanFluffs. No one has seen a ZoanFluff since the latest attack on New Cleveland. How could they have possibly returned? Was there some sort of new insidious intelligence behind these beasts?
The insurgents called themselves The Friends of The Fluffies, and they have been biding their time, growing in power, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. That moment was now.
As civil war broke out in every nation, all the blame was placed upon the supercolony. It was all too suspicious that just a month after the micros were revealed, anti-human cults emerged to sew discord and take control of the already wounded nations.
The fragile peace has been broken.
The United States declared war on the micros, and every asset ranging from national armed forces to the Fluffy Control organization was ordered to ensure that the supercolony was either placed under control or wiped from the face of the planet.
In this ravaged world, torn asunder by the brink of societal collapse, there is only war.