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- FractalFluff, May 19, 2014; 15:54 / FB 21786
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- Fwuffspeak
- >Be A.N. Onymous, mild-mannered resident of Genericsburg
- >Your town has a minor fluffy problem.
- >They're not a major health hazard or anything
- >But they get on your nerves.
- >It's the way they talk, mostly.
- >The standard fluffy-speak was bad at first, but you got used to it.
- >But somehow a truckload of defective fluffies was dumped on the outskirts of your town
- >They're so defective, even their speech impediment is impeded.
- >And the flaw is genetic.
- >A dominant gene, meaning that more and more of the little fuckers have the issue.
- >You're walking home one afternoon when a lilac-and-orange earthie blocks your path.
- >"Hwewwo, nwice mwista," it begins.
- >Your eyelid twitches.
- >"Pweawse gwif nwummies fow Fwuffy an spweshaw fwen?"
- >"Give what?" you demand grimly.
- >"Uhh... nwummies?" says the fluffy.
- >He backs up a step.
- >He's realized something's wrong.
- >"Say that again."
- >"Pweawse... gwif... nwummies..?"
- >You reach down and seize the fluffy by his scruff.
- >"SWCKEEP! NU HWUWT FWUFFY!" he screams.
- >You ignore his please and drag him back to the alley.
- >Just inside, you find a box wedged between two dumpsters.
- >Inside is a fat purple mare and a couple of foals, lying on a bed of rags.
- >"Speshaw fwen? Wy am fwyin?"
- >Well, at least the mother sounds... reasonable.
- >"NU HWUWT FWUFFY!" screams the stallion again.
- >"NU WIWKE MWEANIE UPSIES!"
- >You drop him next to the box, roughly.
- >"Are these your foals?" you demand.
- >"Are these your FOUL SPAWN, you mutation of an abnormality?"
- >You give his muzzle a flick.
- >"Answer me! Are these YOUR abominations?"
- >The mare hugs her foals to her, puffing her cheeks and scowling.
- >"Nu caww wabbehs names!" she snaps. "Wabawa's wabbehs am gud wabbehs!"
- >The vein in your temple is a throbbing rage pregnancy.
- >"'Wabawa's wabbehs'?" you repeat.
- >"'WABAWA'S WABBEHS'?"
- >"Nu yweww at spweshaw fwewn!" whimpers the stallion.
- >You'll deal with him first.
- >"It's 'SPECIAW FWEND'!" you bellow, aiming a kick at his ribs.
- >"'SPECIAW'! 'FWEND'!" Two more kicks.
- >"You replace the L and the R with dubbleyoos! That's it!"
- >He's sobbing, a blood-bubble bursting out of one nostril.
- >"Hwuuhwuuhwuu, whyw hwuwt Fwuffy?" he blubbers.
- >This serves only to fluff your rageboner.
- >"L and R!" you bellow. "L and R! You don't just shoehorn Ws in any old how!"
- >A further kick sends him flying towards the dead end of the alley.
- >You hear a choking gasp: "Fwuffy... swowwy... kkkwk..."
- >Worthless creature couldn't even get his death-rattle right.
- >"Nuuu! Wy gif speshaw fwen wibbest owwies?" wails the mare.
- >"Wibbest... Are you actively TRYING to make me kill you?"
- >Scruff the mare and drag her out of the box.
- >Your vein is now throbbing with the force of a hydroelectric dam.
- >"I'm going to give you a choice," you tell her.
- >"Either talk like a proper fluffy, or end up deader than that heap of aural herpes over there."
- >"Fwuffy... Fwuffy nu 'stand... am gud mummah..." she whines.
- >"You're a good mummah? Then say 'babies.'"
- >"Wabbehs?"
- >"Wrong!"
- >You position a toe over one of the foals.
- >"Maybe this'll help things along. Every time you fuck up 'babies', I'll fuck up one of your babies."
- >"Nuuu!"
- >"You've got two foals. That's two chances. Get it wrong a third time, and I'll make sure you never speak again."
- >"Pwease... nu huwt..."
- >"Now. Repeat after me: Baaaaabiiies." You emphasise both Bs.
- >"Huuhuuhuu... Wabbehs!"
- >Crunch.
- >"Nuuuuuuu!"
- >"One down."
- >You move your foot to the next foal.
- >"Try again. Buh... aaay... buh... eees."
- >"Uuuhuuhuu... nu wan... huuhuuhuu... wuh — uh — bwabbehs?"
- >"'Bwabbes? Is that the best you can do? Say goodbye to your foal."
- >"Nuuuu! Nu huwt bestes babbeh! Nuuu —"
- >Crunch.
- >"Last chance. Babies."
- >"Huuhuuhuu... Www...bw...wbw...bwbw... Wabbiiiiiiiies!"
- >You drop-kick her down the alley. Her scream dopplers into the distance, to be cut off by a thunk and the honk of a car horn.
- >Your rage appeased, you turn to go.
- >You've only taken a single step when you hear it:
- >"Chwiwp?"
- >You turn back.
- >Two tear-filled eyes are looking at you from the corner of the box.
- >You pick up the box and are about to hurl it into traffic when you pause.
- >The adults are incurable, but maybe... maybe if you caught the affliction early enough...
- >Maybe you could arrest it.
- >Surely this tiny orphan thing deserves some small chance?
- >A shot at redemption?
- >A sliver of hope?
- >Plus you've got that Dremel at home.
- >Man needs a hobby.
- >"Chwiwp?"
- >"Shut the fuck up."
- [end]
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