Fluffy Saw Games

Roll intro credits and scene opens with camera on Anon.

Fluffy Saw Games - Fade title in and back out as the camera pans to Anon.

Be Anon.
Need your daily fill of suffering and torture so that the rest of the world is as miserable and fucked up as you are. You go and ask the receptionist for some thumb tacks. Takes some coaxing, but she gives in and lets you have a handful.
You carefully set them up in your room. Facing so the points are up and ready to cause pain to the next thing to walk over them. You line the sides with some books from the common area in your place of residence. This will prevent your victim from straying off the path. Next you grab the kennel from when you used to have a pet cat. That cat rocked but alas, after 17 years it had to be put down. Anyway back on topic you grab the kennel and head outside. Its only a matter of time before some stray fluffies roam onto the property. You get giddy at the first one but keep reminding yourself.
>Not today Anon. Get your head in the game. Applejack mudfluffy WILL show up today. Worst character on the show deserves to be tortured in hell for all eternity.
You vow to yourself out loud. Then look around to see if anyone "herd" you.
Success! Not only is no one around, but one disgusting mudfluffy in the latest group fits the bill. Applefluff clone.
>Looking for some skettis little one?
>Sk..sk. skketties f..fo fwuffy?
>Sure little girl. I will shower you in sketties.
>SKETTIES FO FWUFFY! You bes daddeh!
You take the disgusting abomination of a creature and put her in the kennel to which she happliy complies at the promise of nummies. Her group and friends already forgotten by her programming of a new daddy and nummies.
You pet the little demon spawn and wash her fluff in the sink. Since there is no standing water she doesnt seam to mind it to much, but she still squirms and whines a lot. You hope no one else hears and tattles on you again. Once you get her all dried and fluffy you put her back in the carrier and tell her to take a nap.
>While you nap I will make you sketties and we can play and have fun for the rest of our lives.
>Hooway! Fwuffy wuv daddeh.
>Your name is Applejack little girl.
>Applewak! Bu.. bu fwuffy am boy.
>You sure are Applejack, you sure are. Now be a good girl and take a nap so you can get sketties.
He tries to lay down, but the thoughts of food on his empty stomach cause the fluffy to fidget. Shaking in anticipation of sketties the fluffy does not sleep, but the carrier is facing the wall so it cant see anything in its new home either.
Some time later, you return with a plate of spaghetti. Every Wednesday they make it for the residents here. You have plans for your plate though and you dont mind eating it cold so its ok. You place the plate on the floor at the end of your book tunnel.
Steaming, warm, flavorful spaghetti cooked to perfection with a delicious sauce made from scratch. No boxed shit for you guys, they really take care of you here.
You rustle the cage and open the door facing up towards you. The fluffy is already awake. You scowl.
>You havnt been cheating have you?
>Fwuffy no cheet.
>You are already awake. And your name is Applejack, remember?
>Fwuffy no wikey name. Hawd.
>YOUR NAME IS APPLEJACK YOU VILE ANATHEMA!
>NO HUWT FWUFFY!
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>Im sorry, im sorry its ok, the monster is gone now Applejack.
You calm down and pet your fluffy. Cooing softly to calm it down.
After a few minutes you say,
>Well its time for your spaghetti!
>Yay!
You put the carrier down with the opening facing the book tunnel. It goes around your room with a few corners so the fluffy can not see the spaghetti right away. The tacks are strategically placed around each corner so the fluffy will step on them, cry, and then forget when they smell the sketties and do it again. You are giddy with joy as Applejack takes off at top fluffy speed in pursuit of the spaghetti.
Rounding the first corner you hear first signs of success.
>Owies! Weggies huwt! Why Weggies have owies!
You pick up the book covering that section and pet Applejack. Looks like both front hooves have thumb tacks in them.
You worriedly say to your fluffy:
>You have to hurry Applejack. Other fluffies are trying to steal your food. Quickly! Get there before they do!
You watch as Applejack shits in fear on the spot at the mention of losing the nummies. Forgetting all about the tacks and starts to run again only to stumble after a few steps crying out in pain again. You watch as Applejack attempts to struggle through the pain, rounding the second corner you hear another loud howl.
>yes! Yes! YES!
You cant contain your enjoyment any longer and scream out in Ecstasy.

>Whats all the noise in there?
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Be Nurse at a home for mentally disabled people.
>Anon! Where did you get those tacks! You are bleeding!
You quickly pull them out and tend to the wounds. You will have to find out where Anon got those tacks and make sure they are secured in the future. Poor Anon was fantasizing about his weird little pony fluff things again. He always hurts himself in the process. In creative ways as well you recall. Today he was on his hands and knees crawling between some books on top of these tacks. You put your arm around Anon.
>Its going to be ok Anon. We are here to help you now. The little fluff things arnt real. They cant hurt you.
>>End with nurse consoling Anon and pan the camera out from facility for the mentally disabled. Roll credits.