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Merry (late) Christmas @AmbitiousLeather8309
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Bingo knew that something bad was going to happen to him. Princess seemed to be looking right through his see-places, and she’d level a hoof up to indicate him to the munstah mummah. “Wook! Ba’ fwuffy steawin’ nummies!” He couldn’t hide what was clearly on his face. It was evident to anyone taking a good look at him that he had in fact been eating stuff that hadn’t been given to him. Meadow nudged him as hard as she could. “Wun big bwuddah!”
So he did. As soon as he took off the munstah mummah was after him. He went skidding through piles of garbage. Rooted around and tunneled. From up above came thundering crashes through the piles of dirty paper plates and plastic bottles as the woman attempted to crush the poor fluffy. The entire time, Meadow followed after him. She knew the place better than he did but at this point that was moot. It was a mad dash to try and not be killed. Snaking through a pile of mildewed old Christmas presents that had never been opened he would skitter off to the staircase. This was also blocked off by junk and he had never seen another fluffy venture over here.
“Don’t you go up them stairs you little SHIT!” Munstah mummah called out from behind the pair, Bingo getting hit on the ass as she flung a slipper at him. He would quickly scrabble his hooves up against the junk and begin to ascend, screaming all the while. Meadow was smaller than him though. Getting over the junk would prove far more difficult with smaller legs, and he could only watch as she was snatched up by the woman. “Nuuuu! Bwudda! Heeewwwppp!” She flailed around, gave scaredy peepees, cried and attempted to get away. There was no way she could though. Bingo began to cry as he went up the stairs. He was too scared and too little to do anything to help her. Even he knew that. It was better to try not and think about it.
Munstah mummah didn’t try and follow him up the stairs. It could be managed for something as small as a fluffy but perhaps she knew that if she were to try, all the stuff would shift and send her down in a landslide of junk. Or maybe she was too lazy. Whatever the case was, Bingo was at the top and in near complete darkness. It smelled strange up here. Musty, warmly organic. Off in the distance on the upstairs level was some light…the only source up here. There was much junk here than down there. You wouldn’t think it possible but it was. It was almost impossible to squeeze past old cartons of clothing or kid’s toys, and he had to manage with almost no vision at all. The only thing Bingo could do was try and push past all of this stuff and make his way to the light.
Something brushed up against his fur. Slithery and slimy, chitter chattering. He knew at once what it was: One of the munstahs that had feed on the mummah who had lost her foals the previous night. Meadow had said they only went downstairs when it was complete dark time. Up here, though…except for the light ahead, it was always dark times. The presence of the thing spurned Bingo with fear, sent him kicking ahead into the junk regardless if it hurt him or not. He knew deep down in his heart that if he didn’t get to the room at the end of the hall it would drag him down too. He would be nummies just like who knew how many of them had been so far. Needle-like teeth sank into one of his legs as he burst across the garbage, a box of dishes crashed down with a clatter of glass as he bucked up and pulled himself away. There was a drawn out hiss, a few chatterings of pain as Bingo had gotten away for the time being. Feeling as if his heart was about to beat out of his chest, he finally pushed through to the light.
The room, before it had been abandoned, was a kitchen. There were many paper plates laying on the floor, smears of long-fossilized food still on them. Overflowing trashbags. A sink so full of dishes it seemed like a mountain to the little fluffy, the rank stink of water and filth lingering in the air. There was a Christmas tree up here too, a smaller one wound up with great big bulbs covered in cobwebs and random ornaments holding some sentiment to their owner. Jammed throughout the room were random cardboard boxes from Fluffmart, the ones they often sent new fluffies home to their owners with. There were also kennels. As Bingo walked around the room to inspect everything, he found that the kennels had been left behind with their occupants still inside. Fluffy skeletons with pitiful pelts stretched out over their bones, the bars of their cages chewed at and stained with blood as their occupants had made one last-ditch effort to preserve their lives. Most had collars still clinging to what had been their necks, a sad reminder that perhaps at one point they’d thought they had been loved.
“Huu…nuuu….” Bingo whimpered to himself. The fluffy tippered over to a refrigerator which was humming in the corner. This was a nummy box. The snack cake earlier hadn’t been much, and he naturally thought there could be something in there to fuel him. He didn’t know what he’d do. Go out there with the munstahs? The thought terrified him. After some effort he finally nudged open the refrigerator with the tip of his nose.
Inside was something even more horrible than the kennels. The refrigerator was stuffed top to bottom with fluffy corpses. An entire rainbow of them. The settings had been messed with to make the thing practically a freezer but it didn’t stop a trickle of rotting body juices to slough off the top, the stink of decay hitting Bingo like a toxic cloud. He shrieked, looking at all of the dead eyes staring back at him, managed to slam the thing shut by ramming into it. Walking a suitable distance from it, he sank to the floor and began to sob himself silly. Meadow. Forever sleepies wherever he looked. This was the worst place he had ever been. Even the worst shelter couldn’t be worse than this.
Meanwhile, munstah mummah had strapped Meadow to a long table. Princess was right next to her, smiling ear to pointy ear.
“Mummah am take dummeh weggies!” Princess chimed with a look of pure delight.
“Mmhmm. That’s right, sweetie-girl. Bad fluffies don’t need ‘em.” Meadow had to watch as the woman held up a bonesaw. Where was her brudda? Couldn’t he help? Little did she know, he had his own problems upstairs. Both of them felt hopeless for different reasons.
“BWUDDDDAAAAA!” She screamed out. It was loud enough to ring through the entire house. Bingo had to shove his face against the floor and try to ignore as his new friend had her limbs hacked away. There was nothing he could do.
This is terrifying
