The sound of a bell. The decisions had been made.
Miss Goat shrugs and produces a small, sweet treat, feeding it to the nervous pink and black Unicorn, then picks it up. Walking off stage with the now confused Unicorn.
Mister Octopus stepped forward and picked up the scared green and orange Pegasus.
“Thanks for choosing me” Mister Octopus said “Fangen wir an?”
His question was met by silence. A non existent crowd, but Mister Octopus made a delighted smile as he adjusted his collar.
“W… wut gon happen tu Feathew?” Asked the lucky little Pegasus.
“Well… I suppose that depends on you”
Mister Octopus brought the Pegasus to a corner of the room, where a black cloth covered a large square object.
“Wu… wut dat, nice mistah?” Asked the Pegasus.
Mister Octopus uncovered the cloth, revealing a large plastic box. Sturdy and dark grey. Open top and plain. One much bigger than the Pegasus Fluffy.
“So… sowwi boxie?!” The Pegasus cried out in dismay.
Before the Pegasus could say anything further, Mister Octopus dropped it inside.
Scree-eep!?
“Y mistah dwop Feathew in sowwi boxie!?” The Pegasus cried out in horror.
Mister Octopus remained silent as he produced another a tablet, showing a video feed.
“Hey little Pegasus do you know what this is?”
“Dat… dat am teebee?”
“Correct… Can you tell me what you see on the screen?”
The Pegasus peered carefully at the screen, then its eyes lit up with joy.
“Dat am Wingie hewd!”
“Correct! They are waiting for you right now. I spoke to them and they said they will not leave until you come back, then they you can all go together back to the forest to do… uh… feral Fluffy things”.
The Pegasus had started bouncing happily.
“Feathew nee gu bacc tu hewd!”
“Well get moving then friend”
The Pegasus nodded excitedly, then began to run forward at full force. Hitting against the side of the box. It stepped back in confusion then walked another way, hitting against another side of the box.
The Pegasus paused. It had finally realized that it was trapped.
“Um… Nice mistah? Feathew nu can get outsiie o sowwi boxie… Can nice mistah hewp?”
“Oh? But you have wings don’t you? Can’t you just fly out of the box?”
The Pegasus looked at him surprise. It then looked at its wings and began to flutter them before turning back to Mister Octopus with a smile.
“Dat wite! Feathew hab wingies. Feathew can jus fwy out o boxie!”
The Pegasus began fluttering his wings violently. His tiny wings. His very, very tiny wings.
Mister Octopus put the tablet in a slot inside the box. A fixture on the wall, showing the Pegasus a feed of its herd. Motivation to help the Pegasus fly.
Time to start the timer.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
It took the Pegasus five whole minutes to realize that all the fluttering of its wings was not helping it to fly, and it turned to Mister Octopus with big round eyes.
“Nice mistah… Wingie… Feathew wingie nu wok… Feathew nu can fwy”.
“That’s weird. Pegasus can fly. That’s why they have wings”
“Bu… Feathew … Feathew nu can fwy”
“Hmmm… I heard that if a Fluffy doesn’t love it’s herd, then it cannot fly”
“Feathew wuv hewd!”
“Then you’ll be able to fly my friend”
The Fluffy’s hope had been replaced by desperation. Fluttering his wings violently and staring at them with horror.
“Pwease wingies! Hewp Feathew fwy! Nee tu get out of boxie n bac tu hewd!”
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Two minutes this time.
The realization hit faster this time.
The despair.
“PWEASE WINGIES! FEATHEW NEE FWY!”
Time to deepen the despair.
Mister Octopus used the remote to fast forward the feed.
The recording of the same herd waiting.
Waiting in a locked room.
A locked room devoid of any food.
Two days later.
Forced to resort cannibalism.
“Hey friend, what’s wrong with your herd?”
The Pegasus looks to the screen and begins to panic.
“Y HEWD NUM BABBEHS?!”
“Because they’re hungry. They’ve been waiting for you for FOREVER”
“Fo… FOEBAH?!”
The Pegasus had begun to run about aimlessly in a panic.
“PWEASE NICE MISTAH! WET FEATHEW OUT O BOXIE! NEE TU GU BACKSIE TU HEWD!”
“Huh? But don’t you have wings to fly?”
“Feathew hab wingies, bu… bu nu can fwy”
“Ah because you don’t love your herd?"
“FEATHEW WUV HEWD, DUMMEH MISTAH!”
“Dummy mister?! Well I never. How rude. If you’re gonna be like that, then I’m going”
“Wa! NU MISTAH! FEATHEW SOWWI! NU WAI… hu hu hu… pwease wingies… Pwease wet Feathew fwy out o boxie… Hu hu hu”
The herd originally consisted of one stallion, two mares and seven foals. Three foals had been consumed, so now there was four.
“Pwease wingies! Feathew nee fwy! Wet Feathew fwy!”
The Pegasus hard started to run around in a panic
“PWEASE WINGIES! HEWD WAI FO FEATHEW! NEE FWY!”
The video had been skipped forward to the period where the stallion and the mare had eaten three more of the foals.
The Pegasus could only watch in horror, then began to puff his cheeks as he stomped his hoof on the ground.
“DUMMEH WINGIES! WET FEATHEW FWY!”
The Pegasus had resorted to violence, running around the box and giving it the worstest hoofies and the sorriest of poopies.
“DUMMEH MISTAH WET FEATHEW OUT WITE NAO!”
The Pegasus had started trying to bash the box. Running against it over and over in a bid to gain attention, but Mister Octopus was not listen. He was sat down on a table drinking a coffee.
BUT NOT JUST ANY COFFEE
Mister Octopus was drinking our very own: Yaharajah Fluffy Coffee.
It tastes like shit because it’s made of shit… Fluffy Shit.
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The video had been skipped forward again, now to a period where hunger had led to violence. Fluffy on Fluffy violence.
Three Fluffies. One foal. A whole lot of violence.
The stallion and the two mares had started biting and pulling each other, tugging on manes as they bashed each other with hooves.
Winner got to eat the foal.
As for the last foal, in typical Fluffy fashion, it had covered its eyes with its front hooves in the hope that if it cannot see them. Then they cannot see it.
Seeing the violence had left the Pegasus in a state of despair.
“Hu hu hu… Feathew su sowwi hewd… hu hu hu… Feathew twy fwy out o boxie, bu… bu… wingies nu wet Feathew fwy… hu hu hu”
The stallion had come out victorious. He had worked together with one of the mares to kill the other, and then betrayed that mare.
“Hu hu hu… Bestest fwen gib specaw fwen foebah sweepies… Hu hu hu”
There was just the stallion and the foal, and the Pegasus couldn’t take it.
It started hitting the tablet with its hooves.
Its soft, weak hooves.
“WEAVE WASTEST BABBEH AWONE DUMMEH MUNSTAH! FEATHEW GIB WORSTEST HURTIES TU DUMMEH!”
Unfortunately, all the hooves on the screen was unable to stop the stallion from eating the foal, and the Pegasus could only watch.
“DUMMEH MUNSTAH TAK WORSTEST POOPIES!”
The Pegasus had defecated on the tablet.
A liquid brown sludge covering the screen.
One that stopped the Pegasus from watching as the surviving stallion devoured the corpses one by one.
Watching the surviving stallion search desperately for more food.
Watching as the surviving stallion slowly starve to death.
“Hey!” Mister Octopus exclaimed “Why did you make poopies on my screen?”
The Pegasus ignored him. Too busy lamenting in despair.
“Hu hu hu… am sowwi hewd… Feathew twy fwy… bu… bu wingies… wingies am dummeh… n… n… nu wisten to Feathew… hu hu hu”.
Mister Octopus cleaned the screen, and looked at the image.
A malnourished stallion at death’s bed, just waiting to die, surrounded by a pile of Fluffy bones.
Mister Octopus, showed the Pegasus the screen.
“Friend, I don’t think you really loved your herd, because you couldn’t fly out of this box even though you had wings, and you just let them wait for you and starved to death”.
The Pegasus looked back at him with dead eyes, before collapsing on its belly.
“Wan die… Wan die… Wan die…”
“I hope that was satisfactory” Mister Octopus said with a smile.
- Yes
- No