Henri could only think about his first day on the job he wondered to himself if it was worth taking his uncle job offer to work as a toy designer for Hasbio, or if he should have stayed on the ranch back in Manitoba. He looks at the large black box at the back seat of his car. Inside contains humanities greatest feat of bio-engineering yet its marketed as a kids toy. He remembers what his boss told him at orientation about him needing hands on experience to design toys for fluffies, and the importance of secrecy to prevent the public from getting photos or industrial theft. Henri has no idea how they look like let alone what he could do with a childrenâs toy too risky to keep any information after . He continues his drive home feeling no joy for the pet he is forced to take care of, especially one that needs lots of attention. The minuets pass on as he drives he wonders how much effort its going to take from him to to own a fluffy before he can give it back to the caretakers at Hasbio soonest possible opportunity.
Henri drives his car back to his suburban home, he brings with him the fully enclosed black carrier to his empty spare bedroom before returning to his trunk bringing the Fluffy owner starter kit he received at work. He opens the box seeing a litter box, 1 small red ball, 5 wooden blocks, 1 stuffed animal, a felt book, some crayons and pencils, bedding, food and water bowls. He unpacks it all and places it in his room haphazardly, he also fills up the water and kibble bowls. Two things looked strange to him, the first a long plastic stick which he pays no special attention to, the second a small booklet he finds at the bottom of starter kit. Determining from the child like pictures on the cover as meaning its for children to remind them to change their litter box, feed them twice everyday, or other similar pet care advice. Henri would put the booklet in his pocket to be forgotten. Henri would never know that this decision to ignore the booklet, and treating a fluffy like it was any other pet. Would forever alter the course of history and lead him down a path of fame, fortune, and suffering. Henri would now with little hesitation open the fluffy carrier.
âHuuuu huuuuuuâ
Henri freezes in place, his eyes fall on the fluffy his mind still processioning what he is witnessing. The bright light blue fluffy with a green mane is covered in fluffy shit, he looks inside the carrier and finds its also coated in feces. The putrid smell causes Henri to recoil slightly before he regains his composure. Strange he thinks to himself heâs never had an issue with manure before since he grew up on a pig farm. The Fluffy hadnât noticed him as she is facing the wall opposite of him covering eyes with her hooves the creature being too distracted with its own crying to hear Henri open the animal carrier.
âFwuffy nu wike sowwy box gib fwuffy hurties huuu huuuâ the blue fluffy cried to itself
âMauditâ (wtf am, I looking at) Henri mutters under his breath. A million thoughts and emotions looking at this shit covered fur ball. His analytical mind racing trying to process what he is witnessing. Part of him feels a sense of pride that what he is observing is humanities greatest genetic achievement, the other part is disgusted by the whining excrement covered animal. He pushes aside those feelings of disgust and recomposes himself.
âHello fluffy, I am Henri I am your new ownerâ Henri tried to explain before being cut off
âNyu Daddehâ the fluffy asks with a big smile on its poop covered face. The fluffyâs genetic programming activates, and the fluffy starts running towards its new owner trying to look as cute as it can as a good fluffy should. Unfortunate for the fluffy Henri notices the fluffies shit footprints and quickly reacts.
âDĂ©g-Disgusting stop STOP FLUFFIEâ Henri yells his French accent coming out in fear of his hard word floor getting stained. The Fluffy stops immediately and tries to speak defend itself âFwu-â Henri slams the crate door quickly to avoid having to clean his floors. Henri is shocked quite frankly flabbergasted. The speaking is unnatural to him say the least, he also felt annoyed at having to clean the animal. Sighing Henri picks up the black carrier and begins to walk towards his bathroom. He cant blame the fluffy to much after all the tiny led light at the top barely illuminated the carrier. and it was probably jostled around a lot from the careless lab workers. He wonders how long they kept that thing in the carrier aswell. Henri enters his small bathroom and places the carrier at the end of his tub. Believing that the sooner he can clean this thing and get it familiarized with his spare bedroom the quicker he could go about the rest of his night. Henri opens the crate, the stench of the fluffy shit hits his nostril again.
âhuuu y Nyu Daddeh nu hewp fwuffy huuuhuu nu wike scawie sowwy boxâ The Blue mare said softly while continuing to cover her eyes with her hooves. Henri thought he would be more prepared for what he was going to next. But never really thought about what to say to this thing. The idea of a pet he needs to talk to is strange and unnatural to him. He was told that these creatures could speak and understand English but the high pitched âcutesyâ broken English emanating from the fluffy seemed worse then his French grandmotherâs attempts to speak English. âuhhh⊠fluffy? Could you get out of your carrierâ Henri asks unsure of how well the fluffy can understand him or even how he should phrase his commands.
The blue mare turns around quickly at the sound of her new owners voice"Fank 'ou nyu daddeh fo sabing fwuffy fwom scawie pwace!" the mare exclaims running out of the carrier. Henri ignored the fluffy. He figured that all he needed to do was clean this thing quickly and let it run around in his spare bedroom or whatever fluffies do for fun, and he can return to doing whatever he wants to do. âHold still I have to clean all this poop off your furâ Henri told the blue mare clearly annoyed at the whole situation of scrubbing shit off a pet that he didnât want or care much for. He turns on the tubâs faucet not thinking much about his actions and the consequences they might have.
âWAWA BAD FOW FWUFFYâ the blue mare shrieks as she quickly starts to run away from the slowly rising water leaving a trail of poop on the floor of the tub. âHEWP FWUFFYâ she yells at the top of voice as the water rises to her hooves. âSeigneurâ (what the hell) Henri mutters under his breath. The fluffy in full panic tries to jump out of the tub but can only manage to stand on its hind legs with her forelegs banging against the top of the tub. âDADDEH WAWA BAD FOW FWUFFY HEWP FWUFFY AM GOOD FWUFFYâ The mare desperately stammers out begging Henri to âsaveâ her from water as it reaches her knees. âMaudit espece de ti pute arret de-â (Fucking shit you little whore stop-) Henri yells back before stopping himself he knows this creature does not understand French. He thinks to himself why the fuck did the scientists make these things so scared of water. Henri grabs the fluffy by the scruff as he does so he notices the fluffy shit itself as its lifted it out of the tub. Thankfully the poop will rinse out easily he thinks to himself. âBad upsieâ the mare yells âJesus christ stop fucking yelling, your going to be fineâ Henri retorts annoyed. âNUUU WAWA BAD FOW FWUFFY NU WANâ the fluffy responds Henri ignores her and pins her down with one hand. the fluffy still screaming nonsense fluff speak in panic tries to wiggle out of his grasp. With his other hand he scrubs her down with a wet rag and cheap 3 in 1 old spice shampoo. âWAWA GIB SEE PWACES HURTIESâ She yells as her eyes start burning from the soap gets in her eyes. âFWUFFY NU WIK-â the mare its cut off as the wet soapy rag smothers her face. âShut your eyes retardâ Henri responds to the infernal shrieking that his fluffy keeps making . Why on earth did they make them be so loud he thinks to himself. After 2 minuets of ear rape Henri finishes scrubing the fluffy until its free of its own feces.
âHuuuu huuu nu wike nu daddeh an nu housieâ the blue mare softly whines to herself as Henri lazily dries her off. âYeah I dont like you etherâ Henri coldly responds to the mare âfwuffy am gud fwuffy y daddeh meanie tu fwuffyâ she asks but Henri gives her no response not feeling the need to justify his actions to a pet. He quickly dries the mare off before bringing her back to the safe room and setting her down on the floor. âListen I dont know how much you can understand me-â The mare cuts him off âFwuffy undewstanâ âShut up donât interrupt me. Youâve got toys as you can see, shit in the litter box, and Il feed you twice a day understand?â âyusâ the mare says. âgoodâ Henri says. He looks at his Ipod touch to check what time it is the display screen reads 22:16. âFuck its this late?â he asks no one in particular. âGood night fluffy I will see you again to feed you tomorrow before going to workâ he says before turning off the light and shutting the door. Henri hears the fluffy softly crying he figures the crying must be about being taken away from her old home so he pays no attention to her. He enters his bedroom goes to to play video games and listen to his favourite death metal albums.
You are a fluffy you remember being so excited when one the white jacket daddeh picked you. You were so excited when he told you that you were going to get a new daddeh in a housie instead of the Labwatowie. But then a meanie white jacket lady put you in the sowwy box. It was so scary but you barely made any scardie poopies because you are such a good and brave fluffy. All of a sudden your new daddeh opened the sowwy box and freed you. You wanted to give him the biggest huggies and wub for saving you from the sowwy box, but then he shuts it in front of your face! Not only that but he brought you to the scariest place youâve ever been too. He opened the sowwy box and lets you out. You thought maybe he made a mistake accidently putting you back in the sowwy box but all of a sudden wawa appears out of thin air. You asked daddeh to help you but apparently he doesnt he know wawa bad fow fwuffies. You tried telling him but he started to get angry and made monstah sounds and gave you bad upsies. After you told him that he put you down back in the wawa. your new daddeh doesnt listen to fwuffies very well he must be a little stupid. He then held you down and started giving bad huggies with his hands it was so scary but you were brave fluffy and didnt even bite him like you were told by the many white jacket mummah and daddeh. You wanted to give the burnie wawa sowwy hoovies so badly. But then daddeh took you out of the wawa and said meanie things to you. Doesnât he know fluffies are for wub and huggies? You tried to tell him when he brought you to the safe room but he didnât let you speak. Now you are alone in dark, its so scawy.
CAUGHT IN THIS FOR OF DISGRACE FOR A GOD"S OPPRESSION
MONSTAH! You scream as loud as you can. âDADDEH HEWP FWUFFYâ you scream. Its too darkies you cant see the scawy woud monstah.
THESE CORRIDORS HOLD THE DISEASE AS I AM FEEDING MY GUTS WITH THE FLESH OF THE RACE OF ABOMINATION
Where is daddeh? Why isnt he saving fluffy. its so scawy you made bad poopsies. You need to run quickly. Thud.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
THE MONSTAH JUST HIT YOUR TAWKIE-PWACE you need to run away
A STAIN FOR THE SOVEREIGN OF GREED AND I WAS BORN LIKE A PRINCE WICKEDLY RAISED IN DEVASTATION
Wham
It hit you again! you are so scared but you know you need to keep running as fast as you can. You make more scardie poopies on the floor.
AND I WAS BORN LIKE A PRINCE WICKEDLY RAISED IN DEVASTATION I DISHONOURED THE DESCENT WITH MY SEED
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KILL THE KING
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
FOR ALL THE TREASON HE CONCEALED IN DECEIT GODS KILL FOR ME
You cant run from the monster but you remember playing hide-anâ-peekies with one of nice white coat wady. You need to hide quickly, then you remember something that your fwuffy mummah said. âMonstah nu find fwuffy if monstah can nu see fwuffyâ. You bravely stop and place your hooves over your see-pwaces. Its so scawy but the monstah seems to stop hitting you. It must be working.
BLESS MY PAIN
you try and make more scawdy poopies but nothing comes out. You hope that the monstah leaves so soon.
âShit its 3am? Fuck I have to go to work by 9â Henri says to himself. He shuts off his computer and home stereo system. Henri heads to bed almost forgetting about his new pet. He sighs âAt least I wont have to bathe the fluffy againâ
First story in 5 years, cant believe its been that long. Let me know what I can do to improve my writing skills or other advice. the song is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZiA2TrWtpo if any of you are interested.
