Deadmeat Chronicles: Deadmeat meets Sissy

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>You have found an out of the way spot with low hanging limbs.
>You are hungrily eating the leaves.
>You suddenly hear,”Nummies! Sissy eat nummies!”
>You turn around and see a yellow Pegasus fluffy with a purple mane and sapphire eyes.
>She is smiling at you and says, “Gif sissie nummies. Sissy hungy!”
>Your stomach growls and you look at this new comer wanting to take your food.
>”No! Yoo go way! Deadmeat’s nummies. Yoo fin yoo own nummies!”
>You puff your cheeks at the interloper.
>She sits back shocked at your aggression.
>”But sissy hungy… pwease gif nummies…”
>”No! My nummies!”
>She starts to cry, tears rolling down her face.
>”S-sissy hungy, m-m-meanie fwuffy no g-gif n-num nums!”
>”Fin yoo own nummies! Deadmeat fin dese!”
>You turn back and start to eat again.
>She is still crying behind you every once in a while calling you a meanie.
>You finally eat your fill.
>You turn and see she is still there.
>”Why no fin own nummies?”
>”Sissy no know whewe wook… Taught good fwuffy shawe nummies…”
>You look at the Pegasus, she looks fatter than most fluffies you have seen.
>”Yoo wook wike yoo fin nummies gud.”
>”Sissy no fin nummies… dada bwings nummies to Sissy…”
>She has a real sad look on her face.
>”Why dada bwing nummies? Yoo big. Yoo get own nummies.”
>”Nuu, dada put nummies in bowl fo Sissy.”
>”Dadda put weaves and gwassies in bowl? Yoo dadda stwange.”
>She jumps up and starts to yell at you.
>”NUU! Dadda gud dadda! He gif huggies and sketties! Dadda gud!”
>”Wha sketties?”
>”Yoo dum dum fwuffy! Yoo no know wha sketties is! Yoo meanie fwuffy too!”
>She breaks down and cries again..
>You feel your mangled ear flop.
>You remember the attack from the feral herd that tore it
>You look around and see that there are still plenty of leaves hanging down.
>You don’t want to be a meanie fluffy.
>You look down, “Yoo can eat.. Deadmeat sowwy. Deadmeat no meanie fwuffy…”
>She looks up sniffling, “Yoo wan Sissy eat nummies?”
>”Fwuffy eat nummies. Dey lots of nummies hewe.”
>She jumps up and runs up to you.
>Instinctively you get into a defensive stance.
>She ignores it and jumps on you hugging you.
>”Sissy take back, yoo gud fwuffy.”
>She starts to hungrily eat the leaves.
>After she finishes she walks back to you and gives you another hug.
>”Wan pway?” she asks.
>”Yoo wan pway wid Deadmeat?”
>”Wes, until dadda comes back fo Sissy.”
>”Whewe dadda at?”
>”Sissy no know. Dadda be dum dum and forget Sissy. Sissy wait fo dadda.”
>”Dadda foget fwuffy?”
>”Dadda put Sissy in bawks.” She points to an overturned box next to a trash can.
>”Sissy get hungy and wook fo nummies. Sissy keep eye out fo dadda, dadda come back.”
>You have no clue what she is talking about.
>You can’t figure out why a daddy fluffy would put such an old daughter in a box.
>You feel a slap on your back side.
>”Yoo it!”
>You turn angrily and see her waddling away giggle, “Yoo no tag Sissy!”
>You easily catch her and push her down.
>”Why yoo hit Deadmeat?”
>”Owwies! Yoo tag wough!”
>She jumps up, “Sissy tuwn!”
>You back up, “Yoo hit Deadmeat again?”
>”Nuu siwwy fwuffy. Dats how yoo pway! Yoo try and not wet Sissy tag yoo!”
>She starts running at you with a happy look on her face.
>You easily out run her.
>She gets frustrated and starts to cry.
>You come back and hug her.
>The rest of the day you spend learning new games from your new friend.
>That night she nuzzles next to you under a bush keeping an eye on the box.
>”When dadda come back fo Sissy?” she says just before she falls asleep.
>You nod off soon after.