It was just Uphie and Wewe alone in the car. Mummah had gone into the housie of Gwasses mummah and Oddah dummeh daddeh. Something about giving them hurties and needing to say sowwi, but Uphie wasn’t too sure what that was all about and honestly it did not matter. What mattered to Uphie was the important job, mummah had gave her: To be a gud mummah and look after Wewe. It was very important that she did this, because mummah had asked this. Not the meanie munstah that gave her owwies and heawt hurties, but her mummah. The one who only gave her huggies and wuv. She knew this, because her mummah had suddenly become so nice and gave her such nice pets and promised to give her the bestest huggies, so it made sense that this was her mummah.
However, Uphie was conflicted. Mummah had said to be a gud mummah and look after Wewe, but she didn’t want to look after Wewe, after all Gweenie babbeh was a munstah babbeh. A wuv thiew who was tricking both her bestest babbeh Gwent and her beloved mummah. What was right? Being a gud mummah for mummah or saving Gwent and mummah from the twicks of the munstah Wewe? Uphie wasn’t sure.
“wub… Mummah” Wewe muttered softly.
Uphie’s heart melted from hearing such loving words. Wewe might not have been the bestest, but she sure was cute. So cute. Even though she stole all of Uphie’s toys. Even though she stole half of Uphie’s safe room. Even though she stole Gwent and mummah. Uphie stared at the munstah with a sickening sneer. She realized what was going on. Wewe was twicking her, just like Gwent and mummah.
This was all part of the munstah’s plan. Uphie would spare her and then she would go back to stealing everything Uphie owned and everyone Uphie held dear. Uphie needed to do this. She needed to protect all her stuff and she needed to save Gwent and mummah. She needed to do this, because she was the only one who could not be twicked by the munstah Wewe.
“Com Wewe. Com tu… mummah fo… huggies” Uphie whispered.
Wewe stirred in her sleep slightly, yet her ears began to twitch ever so slightly
“Com… hewe Wewe. Com tu mummah… fo huggies n wuv” Uphie whispered slightly louder.
“M…mummah” Wewe muttered weakly.
“Dat wite” Uphie responded softly “Com tu… mummah fo… huggies n wuv”.
Uphie watched eagerly as Wewe began to stir slightly, the green foal inching closer and closer. That was right, Uphie was going to twick the twick munstah Wewe. Twick the foal to come closer with talksie and then give her foebah sweepies. She was so close. Just a bite or two and she would save Gwent and mummah.
“Wittle cwoser Wewe. Mummah wan gib yu huggies”
Veve stirred softly, listening to Mummah’s soft voice. She wanted to have sweepies. Just a little more, as she had so many hurties from trying to give Pwie the worstest hoofies. She knew that she wasn’t able to give Pwie the worstest hurties, but she hoped that she was able to protect Mummah at the very least. She must have, because Mummah wanted to give her huggies. She really wanted huggies, especially from Mummah, but she was just so tired.
“Cwoser Wewe” she heard Mummah call “Com hewe fo huggies”.
Veve wiggled slightly and felt something tickle her fur. It was like the wind, but hot and she found it hard to stay in a sweepy mood. She opened her see places just in time to see Mummah’s mouth wide open and by instinct Veve tried to crawl away.
CRUNCH
A sickening cracking noise and Veve felt a searing pain as her flesh was torn into two. She would have screamed, but she was far too shocked, completely at a loss for words as she watched Mummah eat her lower half. The boo boo juice and horrid cracking noise, as Mummah munched on her.
Veve just stared silently. The feeling of being betrayed so badly like this, was possibly the worstest thing Mummah had ever done. Mummah had threatened to give her foebah sweepies before, but not actually give foebah sweepies. The pain of being nummed really hurt a lot, but for Veve it compared little to the heawt hurties.
Veve watched as Mummah leaned closer and began using the licky clean thing to drag Veve closer. Veve tried to resist, trying to use her front weggies to push Mummah back. She didn’t want foebah sweepies, she really didn’t and she tried so hard to stop Mummah, but she wasn’t strong enough and as she felt Mummah’s teethies press against her body, she knew this was it. She stopped trying to push Mummah away with her front weggies. She knew this was it. Foebah sweepies was coming.
CRUNCH
The searing, horrid pain of her flesh being ripped apart, yet Veve remained quiet. Good babbehs were always quiet. That was what Mummah used to say. She wasn’t angry. Just sad. Sad that mummah still thought her a bad babbeh that deserved foebah sweepies. She didn’t know what she did that was so bad, but she hardly ever knew what Mummah thought was good babbeh behavior.
She felt numb and something was leaving her body. It seemed to be boo boo juice. Mummah’s licky cleany thingy pull her into Mummah’s mouth. She felt weaker and thought about all the ones who would probably miss her. The ones she would never get to see again. Gwent, Newio, Mabe mummah, Weo daddeh, Daddeh, Mummah mummah and Mummah. She wanted to cry, but Mummah always said that good babbehs don’t cry. It didn’t matter, Veve was tired. Just so sleepy.
She felt herself pulled into Mummah’s mouth, Mummah’s teethies just above her see places. She was scared. Undoubtedly so, but also just tired. She wanted to sleep, she just had one last thing to say to Mummah. The last words before she was gone.
Wewe wub yu M- CRUCH
Millie stood in front of her a car with a big smile. She felt good. She felt free. No more burden by this impossible quest for revenge. No more getting everyone she loved hurt for the sake of her selfish desires. No more of these false interactions with Uphie. Well maybe a little more. Just to make her manageable. A sleepover with the cousins, head home and well she wasn’t actually sure what came next. Tell Mabe the news? Find a therapist? Call the family? She wasn’t really sure what to do next, but she just knew that getting over Uphie was the right move.
She opened the car door and was greeted by a sound. Bones being snapped and cracked, a confusing sound, yet the source was unmistakable. The Fluffy carrier. She peered inside and the sight was unmistakable. Uphie, with a face full of blood, munching on Veve and Uphie staring at her with wide eyes. Not out of shock or fear, but rather just surprise.
“Mummah” Uphie exclaimed, almost gleefully.
Millie was speechless. At a complete lost for words. The gruesome sight. The unexpectedness of the action. The sickening horribleness of this betrayal. The complete lack of shame Uphie was currently displaying. Millie stared at Uphie with genuine, horrified confusion as Uphie looked back with an equally as confused expression. Uphie had this face of sickeningly cute innocence, as though she had done no wrong, and knowing her she probably thought this was truly the case, but Millie just had to know.
“What… What have you done?” Millie managed to ask weakly.
Uphie stared at Millie with confusion, before a small smile began to creep up her face.
“Uwpee sabe Gwent n mummah!” Uphie exclaimed with glee.
“Sa… Saved us?” Millie asked in horrifed confusion.
“Yus!” Uphie exclaimed with a wide smile “Sabe Gwent n mummah fo meanie Wewe!”
“I… I don’t understand… H… Wha…”
Millie was truly speechless, unable to formulate any thought as she continued staring at Uphie. Meanwhile, Uphie just looked at her and smiled.
“Wewe am munstah babbeh! Wuv theiw dat twick Gwent n mummah! Steaw Gwent n mummah fwom Uwpee! Su Uwpee gib munstah babbeh foebah sweepies by nummies! Uwpee sabe Gwent n mummah, so Gwent n mummah wuv Uwpee gain!”
The anger was coming back, the one Millie had promised to get rid off and she so just wanted to hurt Uphie. Hurt this stupid, psychopathic mare just so so badly. This was precisely why Uphie needed to do the whole Work Wagon scheme, to actually understand the gravity of these kinds of actions, to gain a perspective of how her selfish actions hurt the ones she loved, much like Millie had done to the ones she had loved. Hurt them for her own selfish desires.
The anger quickly faded and was replaced by defeat. Uphie was beyond help. This very much proved it, and all Millie could think was, poor Veve. All that remained of the emerald foal was just the top part of her head, some feathers and furs, and a little bit of the mane. It left Millie feel cold. That sweet little foal. Yet it really didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, probably because she had already been thinking of giving Veve to Mabe, and had already let Veve go emotionally, or probably because she had gotten used to see torn up Fluffy foals. It was still a pity.
She was more worried about Mabe. How her bestie would react and how it would affect the Skettiland Rangers channel, Uphie did just eat one of the villains after all. Would this affect their hugbox status. Millie went quiet and pulled out her phone, as Uphie continued to look at her curiously. Millie snapped some pictures of the scene. Evidence in case Mabe asked, then she switched to record.
“Uphie, could you tell me again why you ate Veve?” Millie asked.
Uphie looked confused and stared at the phone, then nodded with a smile.
“Uwpee sabe Gwent n mummah!” Uphie exclaimed with pride “Wewe am wuv thiew! Steaw Gwent n mummah fwom Uwpee! Uwpee gib dummeh munstah babbeh foebah sweepies n num Wewe tu sabe Gwent n mummah!”
Millie sighed in defeat and turned off the record. Good enough. A verbal confession from the culprit herself, in case Mabe asked. As for what to do with Uphie. Well Millie briefly thought about just straight up killing the mare. There were many ways and this time it felt justifiable, yet as Millie thought about it, she thought about two who would probably need closure for Veve’s tragic passing. Two who undoubtedly have strong words for Uphie, namely Mabe and Gwent.
Looking around the car, she found a small blanket and used it to cover the Fluffy carrier, prompting Uphie to make a terrified scream.
“MUMMAH!?!?” Uphie cried out in sheer terror.
There were other noises. The confused pleas and wails of a terrified mare, who had no understanding of what was going on. Millie just shut the car door, ignored the wailing and went back to Hanny and Grem grem.
“GWENT HATECHU! HATECHU! HATECHU!” Gwent screamed.
Gremmie watched from the sideline observing the interaction. 4A or rather Gwent was in Millie’s safe room, venting all his rage and frustration from the unjust murder of his best friend. The target of his ire being the one responsible for the murder. The culprit Uphie, and the mare was quite a pathetic sight. As per the request of Mabe, the mare had been pillowed and all her fur had been shaved. Her mouth had been tied, because no one could stand to hear Uphie’s savior bull crap anymore, and right now Gwent had been given some private time to just completely vent all his rage against Uphie, and he had a lot.
“HATECHU! HATECHU! HATECHU!” Gwent screamed as loud as his voice could handle.
The pink unicorn colt had started to kick Uphie, as well as try to stab her skin with his horn and bite her with his teeth. With Uphie laid down, Gwent had full access to the mare’s face and Gremmie observed the assault. Gwent’s attacks were having a notable effect on Uphie, as the mare was shaking and making muffled screams, and Gremmie noticed bruises and marks being left on Uphie’s skin, signs that Gwent was indeed putting a lot of force into each attack.
“HATECHU! HATECHU! HATECHU!” Gwent screamed with all his soul.
Gremmie observed Uphie crying and she had no doubt in her mind that Uphie was crying from what she perceived as being the victim of injustice. For the whole week since she ate Veve, the mare had been declaring herself something of a hero, saving Gwent and Millie from the munstah that had tricked them and absolute bewilderment, as well as horror, when no one reacted the way she was hoping.
From a scientific standpoint, Uphie was no doubt an intriguing subject, levels of narcissism unseen in any other Fluffy she had ever met before. Perhaps one worthy of preservation and study, but this was also the same shit rat that hurt Millie so badly, as such Gremmie wasn’t feeling very scientific right now and was merely here to keep watch over Gwent and make sure that nothing bad happened to him. Once Gwent was done saying his peace, Alize had orders to stuff Uphie in a goodbye Fluffy bag and trash her… Nothing special. They were just going to let her suffocate to death. Everyone decided it wasn’t worth it anymore.
“HATECHU! HATECHU! HATE…”
Gwent began to cough and sputter, something had caught his throat. Gremmie approached and began to gently pat Gwent’s back, helping to regain his composure and his breath.
“Tan… Tank yu… Gwem mummah” Gwent said politely.
Gremmie gave the Fluffy a pat on the head.
“I think you should rest now Gwent, or you might end up hurting yourself” Gremmie warned calmly.
Gwent shook his head and gave Gremmie an angry look.
“Nu!” Gwent declared “Wan gib munstah worstest hurties fo num bestest fwen!”
Gremmie shrugged and released her hand off Gwent’s back, allowing Gwent to once again assault Uphie unrestrained. More attacks from both hoof and horn, yet it did nothing to alleviate his rage.
“HATECHU! HATECHU! HATECHU!” Gwent screamed from the top of his lungs.
The Fluffy had eyes of anger, but the tears gave away his growing despair, and after another attempt to stab Uphie with his horn, Gwent sat on his rump and began to cry.
“Ha… hate…chu… Hate… chu… hate… chu!” Gwent managed to utter between mournful tears.
Uphie was making some muffled noises, crying as she shook about violently. It would seem he was done and Gremmie left the safe room to inform everyone. They were all in the living room. Alize and Hans were by one wall chatting about Prie. Alize had sold her to Tally and apparently Prie was going to make it big or something as the star of her own game.
Millie, Mabe and Leopold were all sat on the couch. The three were chatting about the Skettiland Rangers channel and how shaving and pillowing Uphie seemed to quell the rage of the viewers, after Mabe had revealed that Veve had been eaten by Uphie out of jealousy. Gremmie approached them and tapped Millie on the shoulder.
“I think…”
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Everyone rushed into the safe room to find quite a gruesome sight. Uphie had managed to break free of the rope that had tied her mouth shut, but the blood was what everyone was more focused on. The blood leaking from Uphie’s right eye. Gwent had managed to stab his horn into Uphie’s eye and it was bleeding profusely as Uphie screamed. Alize suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Uphie’s muzzle, grasping it shut as Uphie tried to flail and keeping the injured mare silent.
Mabe grabbed Gwent gently and wiped the blood off his horn, then headed out of the safe room.
“Enough! Get rid of that shit bag please” she said, as she stormed out of the safe room.
Leopold followed after Mabe, along with Millie and Hans. It was just Alize and Gremmie. Alize with a firm grasp over Uphie’s muzzle, and Gremmie just staring at the blood pouring from the eye.
“What a mess” Alize commented in a defeated tone.
“Yeah definitely” Gremmie replied softly “Let’s go”
Alize headed outside while Gremmie grabbed the goodbye Fluffy bag. A large, pink cellophane bag with the words goodbye etched in gold. It was time for Uphie to go.
Uphie squirmed and struggled as she tried to break free of daddeh’s grasps, but he was strong and Uphie couldn’t understand why he was being such a meanie. How was she supposed to scream and tell everyone that her see place had the worstest hurties, when daddeh was holding her talkie place?! Actually, she couldn’t understand why everyone was being such meanies. They had tied up her talkie place so she could not make talkies, cut off her weggies so she could not make walkies and taken away her pretty fur making her nut pwetty. What did she do to deserve this?! All of this!?
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatechu!
The meanie words her bestest babbeh Gwent had said, rung through her thinky place and gave Uphie the worstest heart hurties. Really. What did she do to deserve this!? They all called her a munstah and a bad mummah. All because she had given that twick munstah Wewe foebah sweepies. Why did no one understand that she did it to sabe Gwent n mummah?!
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatechu!
More tear fell down Uphie’s good see place, as she thought about how unfair this all was. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of this. She was a good Fluffy. A good mummah. She had just nummed a twick munstah that was twicking Gwent and mummah. A wuv thiew that pretended to be her babbeh. Stole all her toysie, all her beddies and her safe room. A munstah that tried to steal both Gwent and mummah. Uphie was doing this for them, but none of them seemed to understand.
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatechu!
Gwasses mummah had some kind of baggie. It was very pretty and it was pink like Gwent, but it worried Uphie because the baggie said goodbye. Uphie knew that word. It was what hooman said when it was time for one of them to leave. Uphie didn’t want to leave. Gwent and mummah were here. She had already nummed the twick munstah and sabe them. Why did she have to leave?!
“Time to say goodbye, Uphie” Gwasses mummah said.
Meanie daddeh let go of her talkie place.
“Uwpee nu wan gu!” Uphie screamed “Wan stay wit Gwent n mummah!”
Meanie daddeh and meanie Gwasses mummah gave her cold looks and began to stuff her into the bag.
“Fwuffy nut fo baggie!” Uphie screamed “Nu wan go! Nu wan! Wan stay! Pwease daddeh!”
Meanie daddeh ignored her and so did meanie Gwasses mummah, and soon she was in the bag.
“Dummeh meanie munstah daddeh!” Uphie screamed “Dummeh meanie dummeh Gwasses mummah!”
Uphie shook around and the baggie made so many noisies that Uphie felt so scared. It was so weird. She could see meanie daddeh and meanie Gwasses mummah, but both were so blurry and pink. All Uphie knew was that she was moving somewhere.
“Wan stay!” Uphie screamed “Nu wan gu! Uwpee am gud mummah! Uwpee am gud Fwuffy! Nu wan gu way! Wan stay! Wan stay!”
She could see meanie Gwasses mummah at the top of the baggie, but not for long, as meanie Gwasses mummah had sealed the bag.
“Wan stay!” Uphie screamed “Nu wan gud bye!”
Uphie felt her and the baggie being lifted. She could see meanie daddeh, but not really, then suddenly meanie daddeh had dropped her and the baggie.
SCREEEE-oof
Uphie’s butt had hit something hard and she realized she was in some kind of hole. There was bright time lights coming from the top, but not for long, as something quickly closed it, enveloping Uphie in the scawy darkness.
“WAN STAY!” Uphie screamed at the top of her lungs “WAN STAY N WIVE WIT GWENT N MUMMAH! UWPEE AM GUD FWUFFY! UWPEE AM GUD MUMMAH! UWPEE NU WAN GUD BYE!”
It was no use. No one was listening. No one ever listened. Uphie shook violently and squirmed as she tried to get out of the gud bye baggie, but all she heard was that annoying squeaky noises. So loud and made her heaw places have hurties. Uphie stopped, because she was just so tired. Not of trying to escape, but just so tired of all this unfairness.
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatechu!
Within nothing but the scawy darkness, the meanie words of her bestest babbeh Gwent rang out once more in her thinky place, and Uphie could not help but think that really was just so very unfair. Why was everyone being such meanies?
“Hu hu hu nu faiw nu faiw Uwpee am gud Fwuffy” Uphie muttered with tears.
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatechu!
She couldn’t understand it. Why did Gwent say such meanie wordies? What did she do that was so wrong?! She had only ever been a gud Fwuffy and a gud mummah. Why was she getting
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatechu!
Was it because she had nummed Wewe?! Was Uphie a bad Fwuffy for gibing Wewe foebah sweepies?! Because she had given a gud babbeh foebah sweepies?
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatechu!
Wait, wasn’t that what everyone had said?! Uphie was a bad Fwuffy because she had given Wewe foebah sweepies. Because Wewe was a gud babbeh? Was that why everyone had been such meanies?!
Hatechu! Hatechu! Hatech…
A sudden realization. Uphie had just figured out what was going on. The answer was so obvious and everyone had been saying it, and the more Uphie thought about it, the more it made sense. This really was all because Wewe.
A final horrible twick from the twick munstah! Wewe had convinced everyone that she was a gud Fwuffy so when Uphie had given the twick munstah foebah sweepies, everyone would call Uphie a bad Fluffy for doing such a meanie thing, when she was just trying to save Gwent and mummah.
That was why no was listening and that was why everyone was being meanie. She wasn’t a bad Fluffy. It was just the meanie twick munstah tricking everyone one last time.
Uphie laid back in relief. She realized that she was still a good Fluffy. It was all just Wewe fault and soon everyone would realize it. Soon everyone would realize that Wewe had twicked them and that Uphie was a gud Fwuffy and a gud mummah.
Uphie could not help but smile as she realized the truth. She could already imagine it. Mummah realizing that she had been twicked and telling everyone. Then everyone coming in to save Uphie. They would all tell Uphie they were so sorry and maybe give themselves hurties for being so meanie before, especially meanie daddeh and meanie Gwasses mummah.
Then Uphie would forgive them because she was a very good Fwuffy. She could already imagine all the singing and dancing, as everyone told her what a good Fwuffy she was. Sketties and cake. Her safe room full of toysie. The biggest, bestest huggies from both Gwent n mummah.
She could not wait, but first sweepies. She just felt so sweepy from everything and all the hurties had stopped hurting. Just a little sweep and then she would have wakies and everything she imagined would come.
Uphie closed her see place with a big smile. She would get foebah sweepies knowing that she was indeed the bestest Fwuffy and the bestest mummah. One who sabe Gwent and mummah from twick munstah Wewe, and one who loved them even though they were such meanies.
The End
Of course this isn’t the actual true ending. At the time of posting, the poll hasn’t been closed, but it is clear Veve being eaten wouldn’t win and a certain someone said it would be funny, so I explored it and well, here’s an unsatisfying alternate ending that I don’t think anyone really asked for.
Mey <3
