It was therapy pet day at the St. Mercy’s general, where all the patients could get a visit from a cuddly animal to tug at their heartstrings and forget their ails for a little while. Cuddly kitties, good little pups, floppy bunnies and the therapy fluffies to hug and tell the patient everything will be okay. One of the newest fluffies to take part in the therapy animal program were the micro-fluffs that had been set up in a large nutri-gel filled fish-tank in the children’s care unit. A small colony of specially trained micros to keep the children somewhat happy and distracted, taking them out to play and cuddle in their beds or on the floor. Well as cruel fate would have it one day soon after the tank was set up and the children had a dozen or so out playing on the floor when one child’s condition kicked in with a bad seizure. During the ensuing panic and mad scramble of the nurses all these loose micros ran from the room and were lost in the oversight. Like any small animal the micros were just smart enough to stick to the walls and not wander in the middle of it, letting them sneak behind assorted gurneys, wheel chairs and benches. when they stopped from exhaustion they found themselves hopelessly lost. Following their noses and their stomachs the smell of sickness, stinging disinfectants and others they would never hope to figure out they could still make out the smells of the kitchen and cafeteria…
Some time later…
Earl stepped out of the doctor’s office, his cane hanging from the crook of his right arm with his left in his hand unattached. Taking a minute to remount his prosthetic to the implants in his stump, he wiggled his metal fingers then took his cane with it, wished the doctor well and headed off. Talking with the nurse at the front desk to settle up his insurance she excused herself and to take a call looking surprised at who was calling. He was surprised when she said he was here then she handed him the phone, it was the board of directors, they had work for him.
Earlier and elsewhere in the hospital a nurse was taking a much needed break and tried her luck with the coffee machine in the break room. Out of creamer, again, so she figured she’d have to raid the stuff the in the cabinets. Busting out the gallon sized can from the lower cabinets the lid was left ajar from who ever used it last, not paying attention she plopped a big scoop of it into her coffee and stirred it in with a plastic spoon. It wasn’t till she tried to take a sip that noticed the dead micro-fluff floating in it and she spat it out in the sink then looked in the can. several more lay dead inside having suffocated on the powered sweetener coating their tiny lungs and she swore up a storm while dumping the can in the trash and went to get fresh coffee. the other nurses were making their round rolling the carts full of food trays for the patients afternoon lunch. the first tray was set before a skinny old hairless man and when the lid was lifted the whole tray was crawling with micros. some eating, some shitting and cowering from being in the dark other saw the old man and offered hugs or asked him to be their new daddy. the nurses, obviously shocked opened the rest of them and saw nearly all of them were infested with micros. The carts were quickly rolled back to the kitchen where the staff was having an absolute meltdown swatting at micros with brooms as they scurried in and out from under the counters and appliances. the nurses shouted for them to stop as they were just spreading blood and shit everywhere making the contamination worse, the head nurse was soon on the phone complaining of the infestation.
Down in the pharmacy pills were being poured into script bottles and vials of assorted drugs signed out to staff for the patients. Like any building the walls of the hospital were made of plasterboard and if it got wet enough from micro shit and piss a hole can be made in it and some micros have figured this out. one of the pharmacists heard the sound of something small and glass breaking from one of the lower cabinets. The micros had soaked a hole in the back wall and were now filtering in amongst the rows of bottles and boxes, knocking them down some falling between the shelf and glass door. the micros below desperate for something to drink lapped up the clear liquid but soon found that to be a fatal mistake. the bottle was marked “amphetamines” of a specific variety and brand and the concentrated solution had an instantaneous effect. several of them became extremely hyper running around in circles screaming for no reason other than feeling like their hearts were about to explode, which in a medical sense did happen. they dropped dead without warning mid scream within seconds of each other with now literal explosive death shits covering everything behind them. This didn’t stop the rest from still trying to break into the others as more continued to crawl in and the furious doctors were checking the rest for breaches as well as one made a phone call.
Bill looked over Earl’s shoulder, both men peering into the pharmacy cabinet, the micros had busted open a few bottles of steroids and laughed as three were in the middle of a roid rage. One smashed bottles over other micros, another hugging a micro to death in a bear hug, his tiny eyes bulging while the victim spilled his insides at both ends. the last was trying to break open a bottle using another micro as the club but only succeeded in splattering the micro-club everywhere. several more were just flat out tripping balls on whatever else they had gotten into laying about giggling, foaming at the mouth and babbling more gibberish than usual. Earl whistled and Odin came scrambling around the counter thrilled be be back in action, stopping only to scratch the back of his ear.
“Hey hey hey stop stop that you’ll knock around the implant an be deaf as a post again.” Giving his dog a rub behind the ear. “Alright boy, find the nest! find em, find em!”
Odin was off with his snoot firmly to the wall sniffing away following the trail crawling away inside, Earl right behind him. The hospital was small and fairly old it was single story but well kept and updated and the trail lead right to the kitchen. The staff were not happy to have a dog in their kitchen but since it was already crawling with micros Odin was the least of their worries. his attention went straight to the bottom of the giant row of industrial refrigerators trying to paw under it as far as he could till it was rolled out of the way. Micros scurried about most running for the long hole that ran the near total length of the wall.
“Hey Bill! Get the fluff-buster with the snake cam!” Shouting down the hall
“Uh, Earl?” Bill hollered back. “You might wanna check this out!”
Running back to the pharmacy eager to see shat was going on he was in for a nasty surprise. A yellow and pink maned uni micro had gotten into something that made its rare ability to generate sparks had been cranked up so high it was making actual flames. Only as strong as a common cigarette lighter but it had already set some of the highly flammable liquids and boxes ablaze, spreading rapidly. Thankfully one of the pharmacists came running with an extinguisher in hand hosing down the cabinet. The mysterious burst of force blew the CO2 cloud away and the extinguisher out of the pharmacist’s hands. on the middle shelf a single solid yellow micro alicorn roared in its tiny squeaky voice, swirls of gas spiraling its body, its fluff standing straight up it took a breath to roar again and…
“NOPE!” Earl shouted grabbing it with his left hand.
the tiny fluffy went ridged as the distinct crackle of a taser could be heard until Bill noticed the tiny arks of electricity between Earl’s fingers. The micro quickly starting to smoke didn’t have time for much else as it was crushed into a thin strip most of its insides squeezed out both ends.
“What else you got in there, man?” Bill asked
"Not as many tricks as I’d like but I still haven’t figured out how to fit it all in. C’mon we gotta clear these walls.
Bill got the fluff-buster and got to work in the kitchen snaking the vac-hose/snake cam through the wall sucking up dozens more than expecting. Some were harder to catch than others cause they were so amped up on god knows what they zoomed around like little RC cars then he saw something weird. The micro was huge compared to the rest, twice the others size with a homicidal rage plastered across its red fluffy face as it ran with the same mannerisms as a gorilla. Grabbing the nearest micro it flung the poor fluff at the cam and was harmlessly sucked down the hose. Thumping its chest it charged forward at the cam grabbing the edges and pushing back at it with all its meager might and stopped it from advancing. For a whole second. The hose pushed forward pinning its back to the wall the hose edges breaking all his thigh bones and crushing its neck and after a few rams was sucked in like the rest.
“That was a weird one.”
Earl followed after Odin sniffing his way through the hospital dragging a fluff-buster behind him, right into a patients room. The dog pawed at the far wall and judging by the building set up this was the midway point between the pharmacy and kitchen. Pulling a drill with a large circular cutting bit he drilled a four inch wide hole through the wall near the floor and started shoving the vac-hose through.
“What 'cha up to there? Somethin crawling round in there?” Asked the bald man in the bed still in regular street clothes.
“HM? Oh hey there, yeah the walls are fulla micros. If you got anything lung related you might wanna move rooms.”
“Nah just stomach cancer. Almost in full remission too, get to go home after this round. Hey, uh, you got any weed?” My guys out till next week and the only dispensary is a 'nother town over."
Earl chuckled to himself opened a small compartment on his arm and pulled out a freshly rolled joint, handing it off to him then warned him it was about to get loud. flipping on the fluff-buster the hose snaked its way through the walls guided by the cam.
“Looks like these ones got into the fertility drugs.” He chuckled again seeing what was on screen.
inside the walls were at least seven mares swollen to the size of softballs, to the point of self-pillowing from shear size laboring for breath as their mates scrambled for any food they could find. there was no way they were fitting down the hose the way they were now.
“Well I’m not a veterinarian but like that’s ever stopped me before…” turning off the fluff-buster.
guiding the end of the hose he smacked the closest one in the face and spun her around with a few more swats until her back end faced the hose and Earl flipped it back on. Instantly her body got stuck to the hose, screaming for help and how it was “too soon for babbehs”, for what good that did over the vacuum’s noise. Her body suddenly and quickly started to deflate like a very old balloon, her head started to sink into the folds of her own skin then she just vanished down the hose.
“Hey buddy, you wanna see something funny?” Bringing the controls up for the patient to see.
Flipping the vacuum back on again the next bloated fluffy mare was sucked in head first, her nearly invisible stumps wiggling like mad. Earl almost wished he installed a cam inside the hose but how often does an thing like this happen? The patient thought it was hilarious to the point of a near coughing fit to see the mares one after another shrink and get sucked up then insisted on looking inside the fluff-buster. the mares sucked in head first had split open at the sides of their mouths down to their front stumps, nearly turned inside out and their wombs mostly intact still anchored to the guts.
“ohhh man that was some funny shit. Think I might start whipping on these things for stress relief myself.”
“Get out yer phone I’ll send you a link to this place called Jimmie’s arcade and abusement park.”
As soon as he finished pulling the hose from the wall he got a phone call from Jake. the news made him laugh some more, hung up and yelled for Bill.
“Yeah, I was just settling things with the dudes in charge. What’s up?”
“Grab your frog gig an swimmin shorts we’re going to the water park.”
that would rack up the family’s paycheck 
this was playing in my head while I read that part.