You’re Toby. You’re an orange fluffy with green mane and tail. You were originally named Nectarine at the shelter, but mummah said that was a stupid name and called you Toby. You didn’t care either way; any name was good, so long as mummah liked it.
Right now, you’re locked in mummah’s room. You know from watching tv that lots of fluffies get their own room, called a safe room, but mummah’s “apartment” isn’t big enough to have one. You sleep in the living room next to the couch, your food and water are in the kitchen, and your litter box is in the bathroom. You had a few accidents while you were getting used to the litter box being so far away, but you were otherwise a good fluffy and stayed out of trouble.
Usually, you’re locked out of mummah’s room. Whenever her special friend Steve comes over, mummah turns the tv on for you and she and her special friend shut the door to mummah’s room and make funny noises in there. You stand by the door and listen sometimes, trying to figure out what they’re doing; sometimes the noises are scary, and sometimes they make your no-no’s feel funny. You don’t understand what they’re doing or why you have to be out here while they do it, but you try to be a good fluffy. That means no crying, no yelling, and no scratching on the door, or else Steve comes out with no not-fluff on and spanks you. You don’t like getting spanked.
Today though, you’re locked IN mummah’s room. Mummah says she’s having ‘guessed’ over and you have to stay in here. You tried to guess who it was, but she just looked at you funny and you didn’t understand. But she told you to be a good fluffy; no crying, no whining, no yelling, and no scratching on the door asking to be let out.
Your food, water, and litter box are all in here with you. But you’re not hungry and you don’t need to use the litter box. You’re BORED. You can hear bunches and bunches of people out in the living room talking and laughing, and you can smell lots of good nummies, but you’re stuck in here! It’s not fair! That’s where you sleep, and eat, and play! Why do you have to be stuck in here with nothing to do? Mummah didn’t even give you any of your toys to play with, just stuck you in here all alone.
Is… is mummah being mean to you on purpose? Did you do something bad?
You sigh and lay on your side, listening to all the people have a good time while you’re in here by yourself. Bored. Bored bored bored. You wish you at least had your blockies, or a ball to play with. But you have nothing.
Maybe mummah has some toys in here you can play with?
You start rooting around under mummah’s huge beddie (it’s way bigger than yours is) and find all sorts of neat toys!
Hmm. This one is like a necklace, but the beads are waaaaay too big. You set it aside and wrinkle your nosie as you keep digging through toys; all of this stuff smells funny. Some of it smells like mummah, some of it smells like Steve, but most of it just smells… weird. You keep digging.
Wait, what’s this? You grab it in your teefies and pull it out. This looks familiar. Could it be… You nudge a button on one end of it and the sudden noise makes you jump. It is!
You stare in awe. It’s a light-sword thingie, just like in that movie! It’s bright pink and it even makes the same humming noise! Giggling, you pick it up in your mouth and wave it around; the humming makes your teefies feel funny, but this is so cool! You set it aside and keep digging, sure there are other neat treasures to be found.
Wait, what is this? It looks kinda like mummah’s underwear, with two holes for her legs, but it’s made of something black and shiny and it has another hole with a zippie mouth like mummah’s purse. What could it be?
You slide your nosie inside of it and sniff; it smells odd. You try to lift your head up, but it’s stuck to your nosie! You panic and try to toss it off the end of your nosie, but it just slides down onto your head! Oh no, it’s got you!
You spin in circles, yelping in panic, trying to get it off, when you catch a glimpse of something in the mirror on mummah’s door. Wait- who is that… it’s you! You know what this thing is now!
It’s just like the scary black mask the bad guy wears in the movie! Gasping in excitement, then giggling in joy, you pick up the light-sword, feeling it vibrate your teefies, and stand in front of the mirror, admiring yourself.
“Wuke, ay am yoo favvew!”
Mummah had all these neat toys and never even told you! You have to show her how cool and scary you look. You pause for a moment, considering, then carefully drape the necklace over your shoulders and take it with you. You don’t remember the Darf Scary Guy having a necklace, but maybe you just forgot.
Oh wait, you can’t show mummah how cool and scary you look. You’re closed in here and she’s out there. Maybe you can open the door? You set the light-sword down and stand on your hind legs, stretch your front legs as high above you as you can, and wiggle the door handle with your hoofsies. You just… have… to turn it… and then… pull…
The door pops open an inch or two and you fall over on your back. Oh no, you’re stuck!
“Hewp!”
Oh wait, you remember how to roll off your back now. You get back on your feet, put the necklace back on, pick up the light-sword, and, nosing the door open wide enough to get out, trot out into the living room where mummah and all the people are.
“WUKE, AY AM YOO FAVVEW!”
Now mummah has you shut in the bathroom and you’re kinda scared. All the other people laughed at you and mummah screamed, grabbed you, and threw you in here. You don’t understand; what did you do wrong?
You aren’t a bad fluffy… are you?
You’re Ursula, Toby’s owner. You’re sitting on your couch crying. All your friends and co-workers are gone. The party is ruined. Your life is ruined. You have never been so humiliated in your entire life.
And with all the cell phone cameras present at the party, you know that photos of your fluffy wearing a gimp mask, a necklace made of anal beads, and a hot pink dildo are going to be circulating at the office.
There is no way you can ever face your co-workers on Monday.
