Henri rises from his bed after his very long 4 1/2 hour sleep. Yawning and tired from a long night of gaming and shit posting on 4chan. Henri starts his morning routine like normal eating cereal and listing to the news on his Ipod. Nothing really seemed that important to him other then H1N1 being declared a global pandemic. Shortly after he finishes his raisin bran Henri goes into his bathroom expecting to be able to take his morning shower like normal. He opens the door to his bathroom. An awful odour emanates from his bathtub “Merde” Henri says aloud to himself remembering the fluffy bathing incident from yesterday. Sighing to himself Henri rinses his bathtub quickly before taking a shower. After getting dressed and groomed, he decides to enter his spare bedroom to check up on his pet. Thinking to himself he decides that he will do the bare the bare minimum of feeding and watering the wretched abomination of science his uncle created. It cant possible get worse then yesterday he thinks to himself before opening the door.
The ungodly mess his fluffy left him in his spare bedroom made Henri speechless. He glances down at his precious hard wood floor which is covered in tiny shit stained footprints and several large piles of shit. His white walls painted brown from his fluffy who kept ramming her head into them. He looks up to find that even his ceiling is not spared from the shit storm as a small but noticeable brown spot stares back at him from the corner of the room defying his understand of physics and how projectile diarrhea works. His silent rage grows stronger when he notices that miraculously almost none of the feces are on its toys. Looking down he looks at his fluffy passed out next to the litter box her eyes still covered with its forelegs in its sleep. In his mind the odds of a four legged animal covered in shit running around his formerly clean bedroom and miraculous not getting any poop on its own toys is unbelievably small. He also concludes that there is no way that his Fluffy had to shit that badly it couldn’t wait until morning considering the mess it left him in his bathroom and her carrier. Henri believed that this creature had to have acted with malice to achieve this amount of property damage. Clearly these things were a long way from being market ready.
“WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE SHIT” Henri finally snaps at the fluffy. His rage unleashed on the unsuspecting and unconscious fluffy.
“NUU NUM FWUFFY AM GUD FWUFFY” she screams jumping waking up from her nightmare. Her dreams were filled with images of a great beast called the “Minowtauw” coming to eat her. Henri wasn’t listening to the perceived nonsense his fluffy said. He completely ignores her and continues on his tirade.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY FLOORS YOU LITTLE WHORE” Henri berates his fluffy further. He leans down closer to the mare, his 5’9 figure towering over the terrified creature. Luckily for her she had already voided everything in her bowels or she surely would have crapped herself in fear of Henri shouting and fiery French hand gestures.
“Scawy monstah twy num fwuffy but fwuffy hide fwom monstah an monstah nu fin fwuffy”. She spoke softly still scared of Henri. But she held her head up high. She has never suffered any from abuse or ever heard stories of abuse she had no reason to believe Henri would ever harm her. Because good fluffies never get the sorry stick or sorry box.
For a split second the rational part of Henri mind processed what she just told him. Why would it claim a monster came and tried to eat it? Something wasn’t right about the situation and he knew it, however he pushed aside those thoughts as soon as he started to think about his property more. Regardless of why the fluffy shat all over the place he still had to clean it. She might have even stained his walls brown. The feces she stomped into the groves of the floor boards was the shit cherry on top of the shit pile his pet had literally and metaphorically produced for him.
“Thats it” Henri exclaims “No food, no toys, no nothing until tomorrow at the very fucking least” The hate in his words palpable, yet did nothing to soothe his immense anger. This wasn’t enough punishment he thought to himself, but he couldn’t risk killing or injuring this prototype. Fluffies are probably very small in number he concludes, he probably owns one of the 100 fluffies in existance. In reality he had no idea how many fluffies existed, and he just thought up an arbitrary number and tried to justify it to himself.
“Fwuffy nee nummies daddeh. fwuffy nu num nummies since fwuffy weft labwatowy” The fluffy pleads with Henri hoping he would find it in his heart to forgive her for her bad poopies. In her mind she didn’t do anything wrong. She was absolutely convinced that there was a monster attack the night before as any fluffy or any other pet would be terrified of loud death metal. Not that Henri would ever figure out that his loud music was the catalyst for the shitpocalypse.
“No you dont deserve anything. You are a bad pet and a burden which I hope to get rid of” His voice a calm anger which the fluffy didnt understand. Why would daddeh ever want to get rid of her a good fluffy? Fluffies are for love and hugs! the mare thinks to herself. She has the biggest Thinky-pwace hurties just thinking about how Daddeh could ever say such awful things to her.
“fwuffy nu am bad fwuffy. Fwuffy nee nummies cuz fwuffy am gud fwuffy” The fluffy begs/argues with Henri hoping that her owner might change his feelings about feeding her.
“NO” Henri shouts back the mare recoils back terrified and trembling in place. A few short moments pass before the fluffy regains enough confidence to ask her daddeh again.
“Pwease daddeh fwuffy hab biggest tummeh hurties” She pleads again. She takes a few tentative steps closer to Henri. Henri simply responds by staring daggers back into her soul. Of course the fluffy wasn’t wise enough to know not to push Henri any further.
Henri did not view this animal any different to the pigs he raised and slaughtered growing up on the family ranch. To him fluffies are but a tool to profit from like all good livestock. Although he never owned any pets ether his father being allergic to dogs and cats making this animal the first house pet he has ever owned. Henri believes himself to be experienced from growing up on a pig ranch for 19 years, he wants to prove to the world that he can make his own way unlike the lazy and degenerate peers who live at home getting a useless college degree. Of course the reality of being a nepotism hire bites deep at his inner psyche. He concludes to himself he must handle this on his own. Yet despite Henri being a literal genius he was to preoccupied with his own dilemma rather then not think of the millions of reasons why he might in over his head.
The Blue mare approach snaps Henri back to reality instead of being lost in a miasma of his own thoughts. As the shit covered creature begins to stand on her hind legs in a attempt to beg. Henri finally figures out what to do. He briskly exits his spare bedroom leaving the door open behind him. The fluffy followed Henri still begging but Henri wasn’t listening to the pleading and complaining about “tummeh hurties” his fluffy was justifiably whining about. If the fluffy was so hungry it could have awaken by sunrise to eat the food he left in her bowl he figured.
Grabbing some left over flyers Henri turns to face the fluffy a smile slowly creeps up on his face. Henri of course was unaware of this fact. His mind was far to preoccupied with thoughts of justice, retribution, and the slight feeling of joy and superiority that came from administering punishments to those humans consider guilty. She did fuck up his spare bedroom probably costing hours of his free time, and money. Something he would rather spend on paying off his mortgage or use to buy furniture for his first house. Henri rolls up the stack of flyers and crouches down. Facing the fluffy he stares directly into her eyes in a primal intimidation tactic. This fact of life was lost on the fluffy for science has altered their primal instincts to be completely foreign to the rest of the animal kingdom.
“wha daddeh doing?” The fluffy asks cocking her head slightly in confusion. She knew he was angry but his deadpan monotone speaking voice had her worries slightly eased, and yet a part of her knew something was wrong.
“Punishment for shitting and taking back to me. Now listen to me very closely. You will do as I say when I say it. When I tell you to jump you jump. Understand?” Henri tells his fluffy. The fluffy not really getting the common Anglo idiom jumps because her owner said " When I tell you to jump. You jump".
“Turn around” Henri says his voice still as cold and monotone as before. The fluffy obliges as Henri hadn’t give her a reason for her to hate or fear him yet. With the fluffy backside now facing Henri he raises his rolled up flyers and strikes down hard on the back side of the fluffy. Instantly the fluffy falls to floor crying.
“Huuu huuuu. Y nyu daddeh giv gud fwuffy hurties” the fluffy asks confused and with tears in her eyes. She tries to turn around to look at Henri but he strikes her again responding to her question.
smack
“Because”
smack
“YOU”
smack
“SHIT”
SMACK
“ON”
SMACK
“MY”
SMACK
“FUCKING”
SMACK
“FLOOR”
the fluffy is bawling her eyes out and sprawled out on the ground. She has never felt such pain before.
“DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME” Henri screams
“Huuuu huuuu”
SMACK
“DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME FLUFFY” He screams even louder a second time.
“FWUFFY UNDASTAND NU MOW HURTIES DADDEH PWEASE FWUFFY UNDASTAND” She scream cries at Henri.
“Good, I dont want to do that again” He pauses for a second before continuing “I think you got the message. Right fluffy?” He asks her more calmly but with a hint of his anger still lingering in his voice
“YUS DADDEH NU MOW BAD POOPIES FWUFFY NEBAH MAKE BAD POOPIES AGAIN FWUFFY PWOMISE” She continues to cry. Her shrill screams grating the ears of Henri.
Henri picks her up by the scruff. She flails her legs wildly in the air.
“BAD UPSIE” she shrieks. Henri ignores her comments.
“Good, I dont want to have to do that again.” Henri lied to himself. Deep down even though he didn’t quite know yet it a part of him loved it. That being deserved his hate and anger, he brought it into his home. He bathed and cleaned her from her own shit, and what does he get as thanks? Ruined floors and walls. This is far worse then any pet or animal he has ever seen and hes raised tens of thousands of pigs for slaughter . He thinks about how much he hates his boss for making him take this synthetic animal. He has just moved to Chicago from the boonies, and yet he is stuck taking care of an animal in a house that he hasn’t even bought a TV for yet. Bending over Henri picks up the stuffed animal before dropping it into the Fluffy starters kit box. Yet he still felt some shame in it, it felt wrong to like abusing an defenceless animal.
“NU, NU TAKE STUFFIE FWIEND” The mare starts shrieking and flails her legs even faster in the air her entire body shaking and spasm wildly in his grasp. Henri tries to ignore her and picks up the ball.
“NU FWUFFY WUB WED BAWW PWEASE NU TAKE DADDEH HUU HUUU” The mare yells before breaking down in tears and remaining motionless in the air. She whispers under he breath “Hatchu dummeh daddeh”
Henri snaps “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE BITCH”. The mare would continue to cry softly to herself from now on which annoyed Henri but not enough for him to act out any further on the fluffy. He picks up the rest of her toys without any interruption as he dumps the kibble back into its bag in front of her. She whimpers at the sight of her food disappearing as Henri sets her down on the floor. “If you dont shit on the floor when I get back maybe I will think about ending your punishment early” Henri tells the fluffy. He knows he doesn’t have the proper supplies or time to deal with the shit disaster before work.
“Pwease daddeh fwuffy hab biggest tummeh-hurties. Fwuffy nee nummies huu huuu” She asks Henri one final time beginning to break down in tears. She cant understand why her owner hates her so much.
“No” Henri replies coldly before shutting the door being too angry and not caring for the well being of his pet.
Arriving at Hasbio HQ Henri clocks in and reports to his manager as he was instructed yesterday by his boss. He approaches the office titled “Senior manager of toy development” and enters the room. He is greeted by his manager an average looking man in his mid 40s.
“Hi Henry I am George” The man introduces himself to Henri half getting out of his chair to greet him with a hand shake. Henri shakes his hand and takes the seat offered in front of George.
“Its pronounced Henri but its a pleasure to meet you George” Henri responds as diplomatically as possible. He sighs eternally realizing he’s going to have to constantly correct people’s pronunciation of his name.
" Sure thing Enree" The manager responds mispronouncing Henri name for a second time. He starts to flip threw some papers in Henri employment file “Lets see… Really? You don’t have any safety certifications?” George asks before continuing to reading Henri employment records. “19 as well… what? They gave you a fluffy?” George is surprised as too why would they hire a 19 year old with no secondary education, and entrust him with a top secret prototype.
“They wanted an outsiders perspective on the project. Someone that they could trust ever since that incident with that PETA activist who did some reports on your… less ethical tests last year” Henri told George his half true story. He had already thought up of a reason as to why they would hire him without directly stating that he is a nepotism hire since his uncle Louis is the head researcher for the entire fluffy project.
“That doesn’t answer why they gave you a fluffy” George responds to Henri still confused as to why they would hire a 19 year old and give him a fluffy.
“I also would like to know why considering I haven’t even furnished my house yet” Henri vents to his manager very unprofessionally, although he did very much agree with George that he should not have to take care of a fluffy. Perhaps he might be key to getting rid of the infernal shit beast he thought to himself.
George thinks about Henri for a second. A 19 year old French-Canadian immigrant given ownership over a prototype fluffy. He thinks about how he seems a little unprofessional by his last response but he is still treating him with respect. Someone is scheming here. He’s raised fluffies before. He remembers raising them even before they could talk or had technicolor fur. He knew better then anyone that fluffies were a handful to say the least. Some days he wants to bash their heads in with his clipboard when they keep demanding skettis from him. Worse is that Henri already knows to much to just quietly fire him and give him a nice severance package. He worries that if they pushed him too hard he might burn out or do something stupid as 19 year olds are known to do. His mind is made up they can not risk anything when they are only a few years from release.
“Il see if I can help you with that problem Anree” He says, determined to get to the bottom of why the head of finances would approve of such a thing without Louis’s permission. George knew that Louis has barely been able to keep overall control of this project from finances. They have been pestering them to hurry up as they think the fluffy product is basically finished. George believes its mostly because they have already spent billions in Hasbro investment and governments grants. George felt he knew better. He knows fluffies are essentially toddlers without the capacity to grow and barely learn any new information. They even had to genetically alter their DNA to make them afraid of a “sorry stick” so they could get them to behave a few years ago. Now they barely had 70% of them acting nice most of the time and the 30% of all fluffies would always influence at least half of the good ones to do bad things. That was not a good enough ratio to sell to market. He couldn’t allow internal politics to favour profit over product quality. George had spent 28 years of his life on this project working hand and hand with behaviour specialists and all sorts of scientists to try and design 100% idiot proof products and they still haven’t succeeded in reaching that 100% drown proof water bowl yet. He would not allow them to butcher their magnum opus for a little bit of money.
“Thank you so much George” Henri replies gratefully, but the way George paused slightly to think also gave Henri time to think. He knew his uncle Louis got him this job but he didn’t reveal that part to George yet. He wanted them to think he was a good employee so they didn’t hate him for being a nepotism hire. Yet by the way he paused between sentences told Henri something wasn’t right. He figured he was not supposed to have a fluffy based on how George’s expression after he read his employment record aloud. So the question is why would they give him one? He came to only sensible conclusion. someone wanted him to fail. But who and why? George might be a good actor trying to pretend he is his friend yet his shock seemed genuine. His machivaellian mind twisted and turned to think of a explanation in the precious few moments he had during this 30 second conversation. He could only come with two possible reasons as to why. First someone wanted to expose his uncle for hiring an uneducated hillbilly who happened to like building simple engineering, and electrical trinkets in his father’s barn. The second is that someone wanted to expose him for being a nepotism hire because they hated the fact he had a well paying job with none of the qualification. Ether way he figured he had to prove his worth fast no matter the cost.
“No problem Anrie. That must be mistake considering you are such a recent hire.” George lied before continuing, "Well lets get back to the reason why you are here. Fluffy manure is legally considered a biohazard so we have a 10 hour training course which will give you all the legal certification required to handle said biohazard starting at 10am.
Henri panics eternally “Is my whole house going to be condemned?” He thinks to himself before asking while still a bit nervous “What kind of Biohazard?”
George checks his watch “You will find out in 51 minuets” He responds to Henri question before continuing “Listen I’v gotta lot of work to do with company lawyers today so I really want to get my day started”
With George’s intentions clear Henri exists the office before milling around in the cafeteria terrified about he conditions of his hardwood floor and what to do about the fluffy situation.
During the 3rd hour of training Henri came to his second conclusion during the part of the seminar where they tell you to always handle manure with gloves. He realized he cant let them know he hit his fluffy with a rolled up flyer since he rightfully believed Americans are sensitive to animal abuse. He knew the only way to hide this fact from his superiors is to get his pet to like him since it might be able to snitch on him.
After another 7 hours the safety course is finally finished and an exhausted Henri goes out to buy some cleaning supplies, security system, and equipment to work with electronics, wood , and other miscellaneous tools and objects he would need to design fluffy toy at home. Henri had his master plan ready and he returned home knowing that he needs to make something useful or at least good enough that people don’t think he is completely unqualified for his position. He doesn’t know how much time he has and from conversations with coworkers during the seminar he knows he has another 2 weeks of certifications and safety training before they will let him start working with fluffies let alone any equipment.
Entering his house an incredibly hungry Henri makes his way to his kitchen. If he didnt have headphones on listening to Sortilège he might have heard his fluffy asking for food and banging on his spare bedroom door. Deciding to make his favourite meal spaghetti he starts prepping his food. Hovering over the stove watching the noodles boil and cooking the ground beef he thinks to himself he should probably air out his spare bedroom. That smell cant be pleasant anymore for him or his fluffy. He leaves his stove for a second to open the door, only to see his fluffy fall face first as she was leaning against it banging with her forelegs begging for attention and food.
“Y doow gib fwuffy hurties” the mare complains as Henri chuckled seeing his fluffy fall on its face. He wonders why watching this thing be in pain is enjoyable. But he doesnt dwell on that thought for long as the mare started to sniff the air before exclaiming “SKETTI”. She makes a mad dash towards Henri kitchen. Thankfully all of the fecal matter has been rubbed off of its hooves from her pacing around the safe room in his absence otherwise Henri would have thrown a fit.
“WEWE SKETTIS, DADDEH FWUFFY NEE BESTEST NUMMIES NEE SKETTI HAB BIGGEST TUMMEH-HURTIES PWEASE DADDEH FWUFFY NEE NUMMIES” The mare babbles constantly her voice loud and shrill to Henri ears.
Henri ignoring his continuously babbling fluffy finds himself lost in his own thoughts. He needs this thing to like him or at least tolerate him. gritting his teeth Henri responds to the incessant babbling.
“Yes ehhh Daddy is ehhh making Spaghetti for uhhh us?” Henri states/asks not really certain what he’s doing talking to a animal.
“TANK U DADDEH AM BESTEST DADDEH EVAH GIB FWUFFY BESTEST NUMMIES” She yells in excitement running up to Henri and hugging his leg as he tries to cook their meal. He looks down at the feeling and sees the poop covered fluffy hug against his pants. His nice dress pants rubbing up against this disgusting shit covered creature irritates him greatly yet he remains silent. The overwhelming urge to kick her was only stopped by Henri self control.
“Fwuffy gib bestest huggies fow bestest nummies” she coos for she is happy to be receiving skettis.
“Can you stop give me… Huggies?” Henri tries to ask the fluffy as nicely as he can.
“Siwwy daddeh fwuffies am fow wub an huggies!” she exclaims deepening her ankle hug further. Henri laments internally about the loss of his pants as he didn’t want to risk getting the smell of fluffy shit on his other clothing in the laundry.
“wub daddeh” the fluffy coos rubbing her face on his pants. Henri remains silent his anger dulled by his internal logic.
“Wen skettis weady?” the fluffy asks Henri as she is still hugging him. Her patience had already been exhausted in those agonizing 60 seconds waiting for for the spaghetti to be served.
Gritting his teeth Henri responds “5 more minuets”. The fluffy would ask Henri “wen skettis weady” or other similar phrases another 17 times as he cooks. His resent growing deeper every time she asks. Finally he finished cooking and lazily gives a small bowl to his fluffy.
“Here you go” Henri says emotionless before taking the effort to spice his portion of the meal properly.
“Tank u daddeh” She gleefully says before scarfing down her food. Henri paid no attention as he went to sit down at his table. Just as he got ready to eat his fluffy comes to ask him a question.
“Dadded can gud fwuffy hab mow skettis pwease” She asks naively and hopeful that Henri will reward her with more spaghetti.
“No”
“Pwease daddeh”
“no let me eat”
“Pwease fwuffy wan skettis”
Henri had many choices to make at this point. He would have killed this misbehaving animal as he normally would with pigs that kept trying to escape the pen. Why the fuck did they not have this thing shut the fuck up for one god damned second Henri thinks to himself. He continues to rant eternally to himself “What use is a pet that is ungrateful, forces you to speak English, and who’s shit is legally toxic”. He finishes his spaghetti, the fluffy whining for more food the entire time he ate.
“If you shut up and stop whining I will give you more spaghetti” Henri relents.
“Weawy? Fwuffy wub daddeh! Tank you fow skettis” she exclaims running around in circles around him and giggling to itself Henri just looks down at the fluffy with an emotionless expression. Was this meant to evoke a feeling of joy in him? Was it meant to be cute? Henri didn’t know but he was wise enough to study the creature actions since he was meant to design toys for them. He bends down to grab her by the scruff.
“Bad upsie” she shrieks.
“Shut up Remember?”
Henri would bathe her in his kitchen sink. Far easier to clean he reasons. Expecting the same outburst Henri gets a rag and covers it with dish soap, he then turns on the faucet.
“WAWA BAD FOW FWUFFY” The mare shrieks.
“BE QUIET OR NO SKETTYS” Henri shrieks back before scrubbing her down. Amazingly she kept quiet, Henri felt that maybe bribery is how these animals work. It would be smart to have them be constantly needy so parents need to buy more Habsio products to care of their child’s pet fluffy. Reality however was far different then what Henri believed as he wasnt aware that he was waterboarding his pet who only kept quiet because it was to busy gasping for air. Finishing up he keeps the fluffy in the sink hearing soft crying and whining about being wet and bad huggies. He grabs the old towel he used last time and dries her off. He takes a little portion of his leftovers and gives it to her while she is in the sink.
“Stay here. I need to clean your shit” Henri tells the fluffy before leaving her alone and slightly damp. She had finished her spaghetti in 40 seconds and called out for her owner from the sink. Henri never heard her cries as he was to preoccupied with the daunting task of cleaning, setting up his security camera, and bringing her toys back whilst listening to loud music. After 2 hours he finishes his preparations before placing his fluffy inside his spare bedroom. She looks back at Henri silent. In this moment this fluffy understood Henri nature, something told her to be quiet internally. Perhaps the strange mix of abuse and spaghetti based bribery made her understand. He stared back at this creature the eye contact lasting only 10 seconds but being influential enough to change Henri and push him closer to his fate. When he gazed back at her he felt nothing. Not hate for he had punished her already. Not annoyed as she was silent. Not tired as he was young enough to function with less then 5 hours of sleep. He felt cold and alone more then anything else.
If Henri had been given a fluffy 2 years from this point. He could have enjoyed the novelty and companionship from a fluffy but he was far too young to be comfortable in his independence and masculinity. He prided himself on having his own house by 19, and it being ruined by fluffy shit left a horrible impression and irreparable damage to any relationship they could have had. He felt trapped since his job was being threatened by someone he didn’t know. His home was forced to be a safe place for some retarded pet pony that only listened to him if he gave them Spaghetti, but above all? He didn’t know what he was doing or what he was. But he did know what the animal means to him. An obligation to keep his job which guaranties that he could fully own his house in his late 20. He thinks these thoughts while waiting for the fluffy to say something being so accustomed to its non stop babble, eventually being sick of his own thoughts he makes the first move.
“Good night” he says breaking eye contact before shutting off the light leaving the fluffy alone.
“Pwease fwuffy nu wike darki-” the mare tries to explain before the door is shut on her he didnt care anymore.
With his own mind defeating him, Henri would dejectedly returns to his bedroom. If Henri was in a better head space rather then feeling sorry for himself and being scared for his career. Henri might have been able to find some joy in a talking pet companion which would have taken him off the warpath that would turn him into the infamous 21st century historical oddity he would later become. With this moment of vulnerability passing Henri would stiffen his resolve and in turn push him closer to his destiny. Why? Because Henri is entitled, young and naive. He thinks he is smarter then everyone around him and seriously overestimates how much corporate backstabbing exists at a entry level engineering position . Henri was unable to piece together that finances wanted to push product and were trying to incriminate his uncle for being careless and incompetent with such a blatant nepotism hire to discredit his uncle’s authority within the company rather then having any real threat to his job. Henri current theory supported by his knowledge of corporate America from years of watching TV considered the possibility that it was a jealous coworker. Yet the thought of informing his uncle was dismissed because as a man he must be able to deal with is own problems.
“shut dah fwuff up 'ou wittwe bitch” Daddeh gwowled at u as he picked up dah toysies fwom dah safe woom.
Those were dah meaniest words someone has ever said to u? Y would daddeh say something so meanie? U are such a good fwuffy. He also gave u dah worst hurties u evah experienced to ur weggies an spechew pwace. U look around dah woom and see no toysies. He didnt even weave u with one block. Y did daddeh take all dah nummies an toys? Thewe was a munstah attack an u are being punished fow it! U cuwse daddeh again, u think about how it smews nu pwetty in hewe. How Daddehs awe meant to cwean wooms an bad poopies, an yet why isnt he? He’s such a bad daddeh.
Many fowevahs pass u sit thewe and stawe at dah doow. U have dah biggest tummeh-hurties but you wait. Daddeh has to come back, daddeh must gib nummies. Daddehs awe meant to gib wub, huggies, wawm housies, toysies, safe wawa, cwean bad poopie, but daddeh onwy gib hurties an biggest heawt-huwties.
u huu loudly, u wish u wewe back with aww dah fwuffies in dah labwatowy. Many mowe fowevah pass, an still nu daddeh. Wat did u do to deserve this? u gave dah bestest huggies and wub to dah nice white coat mummahs and daddehs. Y gib gud fwuffy to bad daddeh u constantly tink to yourself.
stomach growls
MUNSTAH! all of a sudden a dah monstah sounds wetuwn. u twy wunning but u keep heawing dat sound. Its so scawy. U twy and wun faster but your stoopid weggies wont move any mowe. U are so tiwed then u wememah what your fwuffy mummah said about munstahs! U bwavely cover your see-pwaces wif your hoofies. Mowe fowevahs pass as u hide and stay as still as possible.
stomach growls
U make mowe sad-wawas. Y did daddeh not wub u?
Huuuhuuuu
Aftah mowe fowevahs an scawy munstahs u heaw daddeh. U scream an bang your hoofies on dah doow u need him to sab u fwom dah munstah or maybe u need to wawn him about dah munstah. But u quickly fowget about dah munstah aftew u smeww skettis! Daddeh must wub u skettis are dah bestest nummies evah! U wub daddeh so much wight now. He then gave u a bathsies. It was so wough and he gib so many bad huggies. Daddeh is weawy stoopid he doesnt even know how to gib good huggies. He weaves u in dah siwnk fow even mow fowevahs. Its so cowd and wonely. U twy to get out but its too swippewy. U caww fow daddeh but he doesnt wisten. Aftah many fowevahs he finawy bwings u back to dah safe woom. He even bwought back aww your toysies. U wewe going to tank daddeh but he shut dah doow befowe u could even teww him darkies awe bad fow fwuffy. Dawkie time gib biggest saddies.
U go to youw nestie pwace when u see a wed see-pwace bwinkin… y is it bwinking at u? …
nuuu… It can nu be a monstah? can it?
“Hewwo?”
dah wed one see-pwace ting keep bwinking at u
“Hewwo nice one see-pwace mistah? Fwuffy nu am nummies…”
…
“HEWP DADDEH”
Henri went to check his night vision night camera set up in his Fluffies Saferoom. He begrudgingly conceded his spare bedroom to the still unnamed fluffy. He looks at the video on his monitor only see his fluffy staring back at the camera. The Fluffies eyes were uncanny. Large and human like with massive iris and pupil taking up the majority of its eyeball. The way it blinks robotically every 1.5 seconds like clockwork. Its mouth moving constantly. Is it talking? " JĂ©sus-Christ " he says aloud, they literally cant shut up he thinks to himself. Suddenly the fluffy covers its face with its hooves. Strange probably what it does to sleep is the last thing Henri thinks before shutting down his computer and going to bed
"HUUU HUUUU HUUU Y DADDEH NU HEWP GUD FWUFFY " u scweam. dah monstah is stiww dewe wooking… Y did dah white coat wadie take u fwom labwatowie. U wealize dat u wiww nevah see fwuffy mummah ow fwuffy daddeh ow any of u bwuddahs an sistahs.
huuuu huuuuu
Babbehs… u tink to youwsewf. Dey get wid of wostest heawt huwties… huuu huu