You are Princess, and your babies are talkie-walkie babies now! Now, you can start your plan to get rid of all the meanie fluffies. And, most of the “poopie” ones, too.
“Oh-tay, bay-bees. If ‘ou see fwuffy, mak’ suwe tu du wha’ pawent said tu du. Oh-tay?” You whisper to your ten babies, watching as they look up at you with expectation.
“Oh-tay! Wike, we git tu pway?” One of your babies asks, clapping their stubby arms together and giggling.
“Nu, 'ou nee gib fwuffies wepwication-huggies. Gu ahead!” You whisper-shout, sending your babies off towards the rest of the herd.
“Hewwo, Pwincess. Babbehs oh-tay?” Smarty comes up behind you, gently tapping you with his hoof.
“Yeh, bay-bees am oh-tay. They am pwaying.” You lie, looking up nervously.
“Git hew.” Smarty commands, as you get tackled by three other fluffies.
“W-wha’? Nu du aneefing!” You whine, tears forming in your eyes.
“Nu, 'ou gib Snowfwake bad viwus huggies. She am weawwy sickies.” One of the fluffies huffs, raising their hoof slowly over your not-head.
“Sowwy nu sowwy, Pwincess. It am foweba-sweepies time.” Smarty smirks, watching as one of the other fluffies start to lower their hoof on you.
“NUUU!” You shout, rolling away from the group of fluffies and running as fast as you possibly could.
“Smawty am su donesie… GIT HEW! NU JUS WAIT DEWE!” You hear Smarty yell, then you hear hooves besting against the ground.
“Nu! Nu!” You repeat, running farther into the tree-place where you lived until you couldn’t see them behind you anymore.
“Whewe she gu?” You faintly hear one of the fluffies ask as you run out of the tree place and into a big place with houses and buildings.
Where even are you?
“Awwwh! Look at it!” You hear a voice say behind you as you jump back in fear.
“H-hewwo?” You sniffle, starting to back away and cry.
“Don’t worry, we can help you. We’re from Fluff-Mart, and we like to help fluffies and Bestest Sickie Friends find good mommies and daddies. If you come with us, we can help you find one, too.” A nice mister smiles at you as you come closer, then he puts you in a weird box, gently puts it in a vroom-vroom thingie, and shuts the door of it.
About 10 minutes later
“We’re here!” The same nice mister says, taking you out of the vroom-vroom thingie along with a few fluffies.
“Buh, bay-bees…” You whimper quietly, the nice mister sitting you down once you were in the building.
“You have babies? How many?” The nice mister questions, writing something down as you told him the whole story.
“Maybe, we can find them one day. For now, let’s focus on getting you a glass house for you to stay in until someone becomes your new mommy or daddy.” The nice mister continues, placing you in a glass box and writing something down on a paper attached to it. You want to read it, so you do!
Unnamed Bestest Sickie Friend, about 6.5 months
“Namesie am Pwincess, mistah.” You say to the nice mister as he changes something. He put your name on there! And, you didn’t even know it’s been that long since you were just a little baby!
“I forget you guys can read sometimes. Okay, you can play in the back room now. Be good!” The nice mister sets you down in a room with happy, playing Bestest Sickie Friends. The nice mister said that having fluffies in the same room would make everyone too tempted to have replication-huggies, and that would be bad for ‘biz-niss’.
You think you’re going to like your new housie, even though you don’t have your babies with you. Hopefully, you can make friends and even find a mommy or daddy!