The Biggest Nap: Part 2

>The fluffy mother cries quietly from your scolding earlier and eventually falls asleep with her two living fillies
>This time, the purple filly would be your unlucky victim of the night
>Sneaking silently into the safe room just as you did the night before, you grab the filly and close the door, bringing her to the garage you roughly drop her onto the table
>She grunts "owies!" as she is flopped onto the table
>She whines and looks up at you "Fwuffy bad? Why owwies?" she asks with a quivering lower lip
>"You know how your sister has been sleeping all day?" you ask, ignoring her little questions
>"Y-Yes?" she answers, still rather nervous
>"Well she isn't napping. She's dead." you say as that shit-eating grin spreads across your face
>Her eyes widen and tears form in her eyes "Wha'?! Why fiwwy siwstuh die?!" she cries out to you
>"I killed her." you proclaim rather proudly
>She begins sobbing "Fwuffy hate 'ou! Why kiww fwuffy siwstuh!?" she screams out
>"Because your mother asked me to, of course." your eyes narrow, which only makes you look creepier with that grin
>It takes her mind a moment to process this, but she understands "Wha'?! Why mama wan' fwuffy siwstuh dead?"
>"Because she was a bad, stupid fluffy. Your mother doesn't like bad stupid fluffies."
>She whimpers and begins shaking, looking down to the table, tears flowing openly
>"And that's percisely why she asked me to kill you too." you say as you reach for your trusty drill
>Her eyes widen in terror as she looks up at you, spotting the drill "Wha?! Nuuu! No kiww! Fwuffy good! Pwomise!" she begs, just like the last one
>"Sorry! But a deal's a deal, and your mama wants you dead." you chuckle, dragging this out a bit
>"Nuuu! Wet fwuffy go! Kiww fiwwy swistuh instead! Fwuffy no wan' die!" she offers her only living sister's life to save her own
>You shake your head "Oh, I'll kill her too. You're mama wants you all dead, but she wants you dead right now. Thinks you're the worst stupidest fluffy there is."
>She just turns to the loudest high pitched crying she can, "NO WAN' DIE! NO KIWW FWUFFY! WHY MAMA HATE FIWWY? WHY KIWW? WHY KIWW?!"
>She releases her bowels right where she sits, coating her fluff in filth, which means you're going to have to clean her before you put her back
>"Aw you little snot. Now you're not getting it easy." you frown as you put the drill, and reach for the welding tool
>She stops crying for a moment and looks up at you "No easy? Wat do? Wet fwuffy go?" she asks hopefully
>You pick her up by her head and force her mouth open, she's wiggling her legs as hard as she can
>You shove the tool down her throat and she vomits, sobbing as loudly
>Her begging for mercy is garbled by the metal between her teeth
>You turn the flame on and she begins shrieking, her legs and tail go out straight and stiff
>The pain is unimaginable, her insides burning up and frying
>You keep this up until she slowly goes limp and a final whimper
>She's dead, you take the tool out and take the filly corpse to the kitchen sink, cleaning her off and drying her
>You sneak her back into the safe room and place her exactly where she was sleeping
>You head to bed and wake up in the morning, going right to the safe room
>"How's everyone?" you ask in your usual chipper tone
>"Fiwwies stiww sweeping? Why no wake up?" the mother whimpers
>You fake a concerned expression and walk up to the dead fluffies, pretending to examine them
>"They're dead!" you exclaim in false shock
>The mother screams, running up to her dead babies "WHA'?! WHY BABEHS DIE?! WHA' HAPPEN TO FWUFFY FIWWIES?!" She sobs, confused
>Her third and only living filly is sobbing "Why siwstuhs dead?! Why die?! wha' happen?!"
>You look down at the sobbing mother with an angry face "I know what happened, it's all your fault!" you point to the mother
>She looks up at you with glassy bloodshot eyes "Wha'?! Not Mama fwuffy fauwt!" she insist
>"It's obvious that they died while you were asleep! Bad lazy fluffy, couldn't keep an eye on your babies." you scold, wagging your finger
>"Nuuu! Mama good! No bad fwuffy! Not mama fauwt!" she's screaming, trying to convince not only you that she's a good mother, but herself as well
>"No dinner for you today, bad mama fluffy. You need to learn to keep an eye on your fluffies, you bad bad mama fluffy" you shout, grabbing her two dead babies
>"NUUU! NOT MAMA FAUWT!" she screams as you leave the room, closing the door
>You put the corpses in the freezer, just in case you find a new use for them in the future
>Through the door you can hear the mama fluffy screaming and crying, and the last filly blaming her mother for letting her sisters die

>2 fillies down, 1 to go