The sound of a bell. The decision has been made.
It’s Mister Octopus. Again…
With Pegasus. Again…
ANYWAYS
Mister Octopus, you’re up.
Mister Octopus makes a charming smile ( ͡ಠ ʖ̯ ͡ಠ)
But behind that smile was an entity screaming in anguish. Outrage and confusion that the Brain Worms did not take the obvious bait, and for some reason they choose Pegasus again.
He didn’t actually prepare for this.
He had no idea what to do.
Luckily they couldn’t read his mind, so he just had to wing it. Full pun intended.
He then excused himself, checking the “prop room” for possible ideas.
As for what the two Fluffies were doing.
Well the orange and green Pegasus was still on stage. Waiting nervously for whatever was to come, as time ticked slowly by. The impending doom looming over him like an ominous shadow that was getting larger and larger by the second.
Meanwhile, the black and pink Unicorn was on his own journey. The Unicorn had been taken off the stage and was in the backstage room hoping up and down as it played on a game console.
BUT NOT JUST ANY GAME CONSOLE
Our Unicorn friend was playing on the Yaharajah Fluffy Happy Fun Time Super Console.
Do you have a rowdy Fluffy?
A Fluffy full of energy and always craves fun?
A noisy, hyperactive Shit Rat that you daughter really wants, and you know you have to get it because if you don’t, your bitch ex-wife Shelia, who cheated on you in Baltimore with some guy named Denis, is going to get your daughter one because she’s like that, and you know it…
✧･ﾟ:* WELL LOOK NO FURTHER *:･ﾟ✧
Yaharajah Fluffy Happy Fun Time Super Console has everything you need to burn off all the Fluffy energy with classic Fluffy games IN DIGITAL FORM
Block stacking: You Fluffy can stack three blocks in real life AND watch themselves stack the blocks on the screen.
(つ˵≧∇≦˵)っ*WOW!*✰
Running one meter: With our in-built tread mill, your Fluffy can feel what it’s like to run one whole meter
┏( ゜)ਊ゜)┛*OMG!*✰
Fluffy.EXE: Give your Fluffy a reality check by showing what life is like for others.
H̷i̵d̵e̷ ̶y̴o̶u̴r̷ ̴F̷l̸u̶f̸f̴y̶
Show them the man-made horrors that fill the dungeon of our most depraved Abusers. Let them live the horror that their fellow Fluffies experience in this interactive, immersive walking tour.
Į̴͍̠̱̠̟̅̒̊̈́f̶̳̤̓̋̂̾͐̔͑͗̿͝ͅ ̴̛̦͓̦̦̙̦̽͋͘I̵̛̹̘̻̟͎̓̋̈͌͆̔̾́̃̂̉͝͝ ̵̢̫̬͙̰͓̜̜̳͚̗̰̑͐̿̕͜͜ͅf̵̼̫̫͔͖͕̮͋̋̈́͑̊́̿̈́̏͗͘͠ͅi̸̗̗̻̪̜̮̗̼̺̿͐̍̂̔́̔͋͐̀̄͘͝ņ̴̛͖̜̬̰͗̽͒̐̓̚̕̚͠d̸̡̮̘͕̞̬̯̘͕͎͕̜̻̥̱̃̑̈́͊͊̚͘ ̷̡̨̧͍̘̘͕̣̝̦̼̰̋́̒͗̈́́͐̊͆̃͊̉̏͗̕͝t̷̡̞͉͍̺͇̣̖̜͔̮̗͚̮̏̐̋͐̒̎̂͜͝ͅḩ̵̧̤̗̩̭̣͈̥̣͂̋͛̆͆̇̓̈́e̷̹̗̼͌̔̑̈́͘ͅm̴̛̺̩̠̟̳̳͕̳̣̊̋̽̒̀̂.̵̛͎̲̹̖̊̾̾͐͋́͘͘̚͝ ̶̡͓̯̙̜̣͎̰̤̗͔͓͎̔̄̊̌̓̒͐́̾̔̌̆̔̃̒͠I̷̛̼̲͉̦͛̍́͋͘͘ ̷̢̘̩̰͇̰̮͇̗̝͔̦͙̭̓͗͑̽̀̀͆̑͜ẉ̵̺͊͛̇̀̋̒i̷̱̱̟̘͇͙̺̿̍̂̄̋̅̈́͑̀͌̋͒̽͠͝l̶̨̧̨̧̛̬̻̼̮̖l̵̡̧̪̝̬̯̦͖̣̗̜̹̜̠̓́͒̀̓̆̐̇̾̀͜ ̷̭̫͉̦̑̑̐̔̍̆̈́̈̅͑͗̕͝͠k̸̡̨̛͙̞͉̤̼̩̹̱͓̃̾͑͆̿͂̏̄́̽̇̆̋̕͝i̶̢̲̮̺͐̎͂̂͆̊̎͆̚l̵̢̧̰͍̼͕̜̦̒̿l̶̢̢̛͉̤̺̣͕̪̮͍̪̖͈̺̗̤͛̀͐͋̍͋̂͛͗̆̚͘̕͝ ̷̨͇͈̩͎̘̖̳̟̘̦̦̻͚̆̈̉̏̀̇́ṫ̴̢̨͙̙͎̪͖̰̪͙̘̺̘̠͎̳̋̈́́̃̊́́͛̌͝͠ḩ̶̹̖̫̲͇̻̝͆̇͑̀̎̐̐͝e̶̡̧̳̜̤̝̠̤͚̹̰͕͛͗̑͜͠m̶̧̟̄͒̈̇͌̅́̔͝.̴̢̩̺̠͍͉̗͕̗͍̜̊̃̈̊͊͛̚͜
The cruelty that nature will bestow upon the inferior bio-toys, with video compilations carefully detailing the hundreds of thousand of ways for them to die.
T̸̡̛̟̥̩̟̫̞̼̠̥͍̝͚̙̽̄̏̆̀͒͛͆͛͌̇́́̾͂̄̈̆͝h̴̢̙̘̳̳͈̦͎͙̙̱̱̠̬̰̰̼̀̎̾̈́̌͘͜͠͝ë̷̛̹̫͖̠̘̼̠̒́̂̂͗̂̈́͐͛̚ ̷̡̧̢̢̨̧̨̖͇̼̱̮̞͎̜̣͔̖̠̰̩̬̃̈́̔̋̀̑͛̄̄͗̈̋̉̚͝o̶̡͎̱͔̥̦͇̗̮̘̖̫͎̥̱̮̜̬̰̯̟͓̝̘͌̔̈́̂̇̃̒̈́̈͂̒̋̃̒̃͛̊̄̌̕̚͝ͅn̷̨̡̛̥̮͗͛̊̿̀̀́́̓̾̈́̈́͗͐̒͑̓͝l̸̨̨̢͇͈͎̦̻̦̟͙͉͇̐̽̍̔̀́̚y̷͎͙̣͖̞͕̖̪͕̪̟̙͙̝͎̳͓͉͙͖͍̱̤͇͋̏́̍͐̓͜ͅ ̵̙͇̟͚̬͕̂g̶̢̨̨̨̨̬͇͎̖̼̖̫͈̥̱̝̰̪̲̤̰̞̲̃̂͊͊͒̅̅̓̊͊̅̍̍͑̉́̍̇̏̚͘͝͝͝͠ͅͅo̷̯̮̺͈̫͓͎̻̘̠̱̾̈́̈́͋̔̍̀̎̋͝͝o̷̧̧̧̧̡̘͍͔̫̤̩̭̘̤̝̘̼̥̩͍͕̲̳͙͖͐̊̃̉͊̈́̓̈́̑͊̾͋͑̇̒͜͝͝d̴̛͚̤̰͕̠̺̫̟̆̽̒͋̆̋̀̉͆̿͛͒̓̓̊͗̀̒̈́͊̓͗̋̕͘͝ ̸̧̡̛̰͇̮̗̣͚̲̭͈̪̘͈̙̙̎̏͑̈́̈̿̽̽̽̎̈́̋̄̐ͅF̷̢̛̛̥̱͇͈̖͖̼͚̳͚͔̠̘̆́̅͋͛͆͐̆̕̚̚͜ͅļ̴̡̛̠͚͖͚̮̻̰̗̳͙́̃̏̅̓̏͌͊̅̃̔̒͂̃͊̐̀͐̂͌̚͠ͅủ̷̢̥̯̥̝̪̗͝ͅf̴̡̛̠̞̻̳̙͎̟̺͖͎̝̯̉̊͒̏͆̓͒̾̀͝f̸̼͍͎̠̞̝̯͙̪͛̔̑͗̀ͅy̷̧̧̛̛̗̖̭̜̠̫̭̠̥̜̼͖̭̖͇͉̩̜̙̬̎͆̄̄̔̀̉͊̅̀̓͒̍̑̏̊̽͝.̷̨̛̛̲̻̪̠̱̫̱͕̟̜̼̝͇̼̟̝͔͙̪́̏̓͂̍͑́̓͛̓̊̓̌̈́̓̚̕͜ ̷̨̨̭͎̺̱̖̩̫͎̱̣̫̼͉̟̮̑̈͜͜Í̵͈̯͎̯͋̎͛̂̋̈́̋͌̆̂̈́͌͌̓͝͝s̶̡̨̧̢͚͕̳͕̺͖̤̗̘̦̯̮̫̮̬͇͉͈̤̙͆́̅͂̓̈̊̇͒̏̂͝͝ͅ ̸̲̻̝̫̌̋̋̌̀̃͐á̴̢̭͔̖̙̓́̓̿͂̍̀̿̉͒̀͘ͅ ̷̤̪͓̺͓͉͔̽̋͆̐͗̿́̍̈́̑̋̐͋͊̍̒͠͠͝d̷̡̠̭̘̫͚̹͉̖̘͓͆̌͐͜e̷̛̛̮͈̯̩͌̀̒̈̽̋͆́̆͑͛̌̀̓̀̕͠͝á̵̧̡̱͍̭̘̞̖̘̞̹͇͓̟̙̪̭̪̫̦̾̍̃̽͐͐̐̿̉̉́ͅd̴̡̡̜̺̥̠̲͙̞̟̲͖̙̳͙̼̱͖̰̖̱̟̀̆͊̈́͆̎͑̒͐̋̀́̋̚ͅ ̵̢̛̗̣͕̲̤̲̮̩͓̥͚͕̮̲͂̾͐͂͋̅̽̍̉̑̋̊̐͌̕͝͝F̴̢̬̦͔̦̠̞̪͙̞̲̥͈͚̘̼̫̿̔͛̽̔̀͗́̈́̓͜͜ͅͅl̴̡̳̘͔̥̺̺͔̹̤̲̟̫̜̻̗̤̻̋̈́͒͆͒͂̆͐̍̆͌͠ͅų̴͉͓̼̥̬̝̲̳̝̺̥̻͓̦͇͍̠̥̥͔̮͔̀͋́́̔̈́̅͂͑̓͂̐̌͗̔̔͋̇͘͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͝f̸̩̰͎͙͚̖̦͇̳̙͚̿́̿͒͂̀̆̌̀̍̀̈̇̀̀̈́͋̓̾̿̽͒̃́̑͂͝͝f̵̛͔̘̳͎͒̐̐y̴̡̛̦̻̬̹̗̯̹͔͈͇̭̙̘̻̬̜̱͕̾̃̈́̏̍̏͂͋̑̾̔̀̄̈͑̏͆͛̚͜͜͝͠.̷̧̢͇̤̠̭̮͉̪̰̣̗͓̼̬̩͙̝̳͓̬͈̭̙̼̄̀̊̾̒̚͠ͅ ̵̢̡̛̗̱͇̘͚̮̪̳̰͉͙͈̣̞͉͓̟̺̼͎͎̙̏̒͐̂̾̑̎͆̇̔̇̃̕
[Insert fun, family friendly scenario]
So what are you waiting for?!
Buy yours now at a store near you.
And remember.
A Good Fluffy is a Sleepy Fluffy… A̸̢̢̢̨̛͎̫̖͖̗͇̪̫̮̩̙͔͖̟͉̥̱̰͖̩̖̜͎͉̤̺̼͚͕͑̊̉̏̓̀͂̈́̆̄̊̾͆͑̉̆̋̋͂͛͑͋̐̂̋̿͗̉͊͗̇̚͠͠͝ ̵̡̡̢̡͔̬̬͇̟̣̰̪͎̞̠͚̪͍̞̭͚̯̺͇̮̗̻̫͔̞̟̠͎͔̪̱͕̞͚̝͖̩̬͎̥̭͙̆̓́̈́̉̓̍̾͒̔̾͌̇̓̌̂̈̋͐̏̾́̀̔̅̑̏͆͋̆̊̎̕̕͘͜͜͝͝ͅF̵̨̧̨̡̢̨̛̗̤̲͎͓̹̭̼͇̥͈̣̦̝͇͎̯͇͉͙̲̰̦̠̰̗̻̭̘̥͓͙͚̤̟̘̘̔̈́̒́̒͌̂͗̐̽̄̓̔̌̉̈̅̓̅͘̕͜ͅͅͅo̷̧̨̨̧̧̧̙̞̘̘̭̱͙͚͉̺̳̦̲͈̪͈̖̙͈̬̦̩̹̱̭͈̺̭͕͈̳̬͉̯̘̞̰͍̼̬͓̬̎̓͊͗̽̆̉̅̈́̈́͒̍͑́͛̒́̈́̌̐̐̅̄̏̐͌̀̈̈͗̚͘̕͝͝͠͠r̴͈̣͕̲̹̩̳̞͇͌̇̅͆́͋͌̇̃́̇̒͗̾͌̐̒̏̃̋͛̂́̎̄̈́̔̑̓̎̿͒́̓̓̕͘͝͝͠ͅͅȩ̷̧͙̜͎̭̥̹̰͇͈̩̭͕̳̩͇̣̰̠͖͖̤͓͈͙̘̗͈͙̹̖͔͇̜̀̿͛́͂͒̎̆̽͋́͒͋̂̾̓͑͂̈̂̉͋̅͋̂̿̈̒̔͊͆͛̑͗̀̌̆͒͊̿̓̈́̂̄̚͘̕͝͠͠ͅv̸̨̛̫̬̠͕͕̙̹̠̭̬̮̯̰̦̠͉̭̩͚̳̰̗̗̜̰̪̬͓̮̙̓̍̎̿̇̽͛̆́̈͒̿̂͆͆̊̅̐͂͗̅͆̾͗̂̔̚͜͝͝è̶̛͙̥̠͇́̀̽͊̂̒͆̅̈̆͆́̽̎̋͊̐̽̇̐̕̕̕ŗ̵̨̬͍̂̾̉̔̈́͑̐̽͂͠ ̴̢̢͚̘̬̰̩̱̬͕̿́͌̉̅̃̂̌̉͊̈́̐̾̑̎́́́̀̏̀́̀͒̓̇͗͛͌̈́̔̈́̓̀̆̾̆̈́̿͐͘̚͘͝͠͝͝͠͠Ş̵̨̡̛̙̣̩̩͔͈̠̘̯̤̗͉͍̲̭̰̯̯͓͎͎͚̺̣̱̱̺̩̤͚̰̮̤̲̗̠̞̟̬̼̣̟͒̀́͆́̊͑̈́̆͒͗͒͑̏̇̈̈́͒̆͂͒̉̐̀͊̐͊̋̉̇̈́͋̎̉̈̃͆͆̿̍̌̓͂͘͠͠͝͝l̸̡̥̭̦͚̬͎͚̭̻͎͎͓̖̅̆̅̐̽̀̓̓̋̋̊̚e̵̡̡͙̰̲̞̺̣̺̲̯̯̖̩͕̤̟͎̙͔̭̻̼̹̣̊̃̾̓̈̑́̓̎̏̆͛͂̉͜͠ͅę̶̡͓̟̻̮͎̤̫̪̳̗̘̞̱̘̪̯̻͕̟̝̪̻̦̬̺̋́̔͌͂̐̓̎̅͐̑̑̌̂̆͐̋̍͆͋̍̎̃̈́͂̎̅̐̃͐̓̆̽͛̐͘͝͠͝͝ͅp̷̢̡̡̧̡̡̧͔̳̖̞͕̪̪͈̙̜͔̫̗̱̗̻̝̬̖̈́́͑͒̓̍́͑̍̊͆͑̾̀̃͆̈́̂́̀̈́͑̊̍͊͊̋̿͒̒́̑̽̑͋̋̊̈́̌͘͘͠͠͝͝ŷ̴̢̡̨̨̬̭̰͇̯̮̹̞̜̰̮̼̞̳̥̲̯͍̜͍̩͉̤̟̣̜͍̜̓̓̌͗̈́͗͋̈́̏͒͋̊͋̎͒͋͒͒̅̂̀̆̀̾̿͑̆̋̄̌̇̊͜ͅ ̵̨̛̭̦̱͔͈̠̱̻̹͔͙͙̣̖̈́̃̇̄̑̍̽̈̓̓̌̀̀͑̑̐́̕͘̚̕̕͜͝ͅF̵̛̛̭̠̥͎͙̖͍͍̩͛̏̈̐͊͑͗̇̃͊̈́́̇̈́͛̉̏̎̏͛͒̑͛͒̍̓̄̀̄̓͐̑̾͋̾̈́͑̄́̃͐͘̕͝͝͠͝ḽ̵̨̡̧̨̱̠̠̫̫̳̣̫̰̙͓̮̣̝̣͉̗̺̱̻͛͋̑̐̿̽̿͗̈́̀͒̓̓̓̈́͑̊͊̇̑̈́̃̒̄̒͗̿͗̉̾̔̆̓̏̅̿̀̍̕͘͠͝ͅư̴͉͊̓̒̀̂͒͑̽̂̽̔̔̆̑̉͊̏̅͑̇͊̌̇̽̈̌̆͋͂͊̀͋̌̃̚͝f̸̧̨̢̡̛̛̻͖͚̞͎̱̹̤͕̱͓̖̟̘̓̒͊͆́̿͊̈́̉͊̔̐́͛̌̔́̆̃͗͌͂͂͋̾̈́̿̆͋͌̓̊̈̓̋͂͘͘̕͘̕͜͜͝͝f̵̡̡̛̩̲͉͓̯͓͖͖̙̟́̋́̿́͐̈́̌̈́̾̆̅̓͗̽̋̍̔̀̎̆͒̑͌͛̂̇͒͑͘͘͜͠͝͝y̶̨̛͚̳̹͈̯̳̖̑͋̿́̅̎̅̎̍́̔̂͂̓̃͠
“Kezdjük?”
Oh yes please
Mister Octopus smiled.
He had two objects in his hand.
- A stuffed Fluffy
- And our very Yaharajah Drone 6U-6 X6
Mister Octopus approached the Pegasus with a charming smile.
“Hello little fella. What’s your name?”
“Hewwo nice mistah, am Feathew”.
“You seem like a polite little thing. Would you like me to be your owner?”
“Mistah be Feathew nyu daddeh!? YUS PWEASE!”
Mister Octopus picked up the cheering Pegasus and brough it to a safe room.
This safe room was interesting in design.
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A square room.
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Padded walls with soft floors.
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Bright colors on all surfaces.
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Filled to the brim with toys and accessories.
The perfect Fluffy safe room, and the Pegasus seemed to agree.
“Dis am Feathew nyu safe woom!? WOW!!!”
“Well yes, but… well I suppose we should meet your friend first”
“Feathew hab nyu fwen!?”
Mister Octopus places the Pegasus and the stuffed Fluffy down. The Pegasus immediately squeals with delight, as it runs down to give the stuffed Fluffy a big hug.
“This guy is Pilot. He doesn’t speak much, but he’s a good Fluffy”.
“Hewwo Piwot! Am Feathew! Am nyu fwen wets pway?”
The Pegasus broke away from the hug and began to move, seemingly intent on examining all the wonders these safe room had to offer.
“Hey now wait a minute”
“Yus daddeh?”
“I have a few questions for you, friend”
“Otay daddeh. Wat am qwestions?”
“Well… First question. Do you think this is the bestest safe room?”
The Pegasus nodded vigorously “Yus daddeh. Safe woom am bestest!”
“That’s great! Second question. Only the bestest Fluffy deserve the bestest safe room, right?”
The Pegasus nodded energetically
“Yus daddeh. Bestest safe room am fo bestest Fwuffy”.
“Okay. So, third question. What makes you the bestest Fluffy?”
The Pegasus tilts its head up, deep in thought, and Mister Octopus gives it a helping hand.
“Maybe your wings? Maybe that’s what makes you bestest?”
The Pegasus smiled widely.
“Dat wite! Feathew hab wingies! Am bestest Fwuffy becaw wingies n can fwy!”
Mister Octopus smiled.
“Okay then. Time to prove you are the bestest”
The Pegasus looked at him confused.
“Hao pwove?”
Mister Octopus did not say anything. He simply picked the Pegasus and the stuffed Fluffy up, placing them in a large glass box.
“Y daddeh put Feathew in boxie?”
“Well we are going to see who the real bestest is. You or Pilot”
“Hao am see?”
“Simple. If you’re the bestest. You have the bestest wings. So whoever has the bestest wings will be able to fly out of the glass box first and enjoy the safe room, right?”
The Pegasus smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
“Otay daddeh! Feathew am show dat am bestest!”
The Pegasus began to flutter it’s wings aggressively. Ready to prove that it was the best and soar through the sky.
Meanwhile, Mister Octopus had strapped the drone to the stuffed Fluffy, catching the interest of the Pegasus.
“Wat am toysie, daddeh?”
“Oh this isn’t a toy. This is Pilot’s wings”
“Dat am Piwot wingies?!”
“Yeah! Wanna see?”
The Pegasus begins to nod eagerly and Mister Octopus uses his the controller to bring the drone to life.
WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
“EEP! Nu wike woud noisie!”
The Pegasus had run to the corner of the box, frightened by the loud sound, leaving a trail of waste in its terror. However, the fear would turn to wonder, as the Pegasus watched the stuffed Fluffy begin to rise in the air.
“Piwot am fwy!”
With the help of it’s “wings” the stuffed Fluffy soared up high, out of the box and landed on the soft safe room floor.
“Piwot am fwy!”
“Yes… but that means he’s the bestest Fluffy”
The Pegasus looked at Mister Octopus in confusion.
“Y… Y am Piwot bestest Fwuffy?”
“He flew out of the box and onto the safe room first”
“W… wat?”
“Remember. Bestest Fluffy is the first one to fly out of the safe room, and since this is the Bestest safe room. It’s only for the Bestest Fluffy”.
“Wu… wu… daddeh? Feathew nu get safe woom?!”
“Nope. We’ll do this again tomorrow, okay?”
“NU DADDEH!? WA! NU WEAVE FEATHEW IN BOXIE! DADDEH WAI! NU!.. hu hu hu”
The Pegasus could only cry, as Mister Octopus walked off.
Day One was a miserable time for the Pegasus.
The Pegasus would spend its whole day trapped in a glass box, devoid of anything but itself and its waste.
It would watch Mister Octopus play with the stuffed Fluffy.
“Pwease daddeh… Feathew wan pway tu… hu hu hu”
For meals. The Pegasus would enviously watch the stuffed Fluffy get a bowl of pipping hot sketti. While it would get kibble. Kibble that Mister Octopus purposely sprinkled on its feces
“Daddeh! Pwease!.. Hu hu hu… Feathew am sowwi! Nu wan boxie nu mowe! Wan sketti! Nu wan poopie kibble! Am bestest! Am bestest!”
“Well… we will see. Tomorrow we’re going to do the same thing. You can prove your the bestest then”.
It was time to sleep. The stuffed Fluffy got to sleep on a nice cozy bed. While the Pegasus simply curled up in the corner. Sleeping on the cold glass.
“Hu hu hu… am bestest… am bestest… hu hu hu”
Day two.
The Pegasus looked absolutely miserable.
“Daddeh… Feathew… nu wike boxie… wan… wan safewoom”
“Sure. So ready to prove your the bestest?”
The Pegasus nods slightly as Mister Octopus placed the stuffed toy down. The drone already strapped on.
“Ready?.. Go”.
The Pegasus began to flutter its wings violently.
“Pwease wingies! Hewp Feathew fwy, su show daddeh am bestest!”
By a crazy miracle, the Pegasus began to hover, then he began to soar in the sky… unfortunately that was all in its head, and the Pegasus still had all four hooves on the ground.
WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The stuffed Fluffy soar up, as the Pegasus’ heart dropped down.
The bestest had once again been decided.
“Nu… hu hu hu…”
The same routine. The Pegasus could only watch jealousy as Mister Octopus spent the morning with the stuffed Fluffy.
“Hu hu hu… am bestest Fwuffy… y daddeh nu… hu hu hu… am bestest Fwuffy”
Around lunch time. The Pegasus began to grow upset. Probably because it had feces sprinkled in kibbles for food, while the stuffed Fluffy had another bowl of sketti.
“Dummeh Piwot! Y get sketti bu Feathew onwy get poopies n kibbles! Nu faiw! Nu faiw!”
The afternoon would be met with pleading.
“Pwease daddeh! Feathew am bestest! Nu wan nu see waww boxie! Wan sketti, huggie n pway! Pwease daddeh! Am bestest! Am bestest!.. Hu hu hu”
The Pegasus was silent at dinner time, aside from a few sobbing noises and the occasionally tearful glances. It merely watched as the stuffed toy had sketti, while it had kibbles a la feces.
The Pegasus would curl up at a corner of the box and cry itself to sleep.
Day three.
“Hey friend… so Pilot and I were talking and we think we’re going to give you a better chance to prove your the bestest”
The Pegasus looked back at Mister Octopus with blood shot eyes and a confused look.
“Betta chance?”
“Yup! Maybe Pilot’s wings are a bit too noisy. So we are going to let you try and fly first, and then Pilot will try and fly. How does that sound?”
The Pegasus quickly jumped up with a face full of hope.
“Otay! Feathew wan! Am fwy nao!”
“Well then fly my friend”
The Pegasus did not need any more encouragement, and it began to flutter its wings, but no matter how much the wings shook. It could not fly.
“Pwease wingies! Feathew nee fwy! Nee show daddeh am bestest Fwuffy!”
Nothing, and the Pegasus began to panic.
“DUMMEH WINGIES! FEATHEW NEE FWY! Y NU HEWP FWUFFY FWY!!!”
Still nothing and the Pegasus began to jump around in alarm.
“NEE FWY! NEE FWY! FEATHEW AM BESTEST! AM BESTEST!”
Even after that. Nothing, and the Pegasus began to grow angry.
“Y DUMMEH WINGIES NU WISTEN! DUMMEH MEANIE WINGIES! FEATHEW HATECHU! HATECHU!”
The Pegasus suddenly glared at the stuffed Fluffy.
“FEATHEW GIB PIWOT WINGIES WORSTEST HURTIES!”
However, before the Pegasus could reach.
WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The Pegasus could only watch as the stuffed Fluffy once soared up into the sky, out the box and onto the safe room floor.
The Pegasus stared in disbelief then turned to Mister Octopus.
“Feathew… am… am…”
“Well I guess you aren’t the bestest”
The Pegasus laid down and cried.
“Hu hu hu… dummeh daddeh… Feathew am bestest… hu hu hu”.
“Well you know what they say. Three strikes and you’re out”.
“Hu hu hu… outsie boxie?”
“Nah out of the safe room, and I’m not you daddeh anymore”
“Wut!? Y nu am…”
The rest of the Pegasus’ rant had been reduced to a mutter. The air tight seals providing their effectiveness, as was is with any Yaharajah air tight box, and well the rest… well we can just fast forward.
The Pegasus threw a tantrum. Running and screaming, but no one could hear it.
The Pegasus began slamming against the glass walls, but the walls were too strong.
The Pegasus cried and plead, but again no one could hear it.
The Pegasus grew weaker, as no food had been provided.
The Pegasus eventually could no longer move.
Not enough sustenance. A box slowly losing oxygen. A dying will.
The Pegasus would die knowing that it was not the bestest Fluffy and that its wings could not help it fly.
And the Pegasus…
Will not continue to be on offer, if you butt caps continue to choose…
Wait? I’m not allowed to say that?
Who said so?
Upper management!? I’m upper management!?
Wait like the actual almighty?! M.A. herself!?
Uh… shit… um… okay forget what I said earlier.
No consequence of choice
Round 3?
- Yes
- FUCK… no
Might be a bit of time before I actually do Round 3 though.
If you’re wondering whether I’m on any substances.