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- >It's been three weeks since you decided to keep Janus.
- >Since she only got one reset, she acts much closer to fluffy pony baseline behavior than Amnesia.
- >It's frankly a hassle to keep track of her, but Amnesia helps.
- >Very common to hear her scolding the former stray for shitting in the wrong place.
- >Or for knocking something over.
- >Janus always apologizes, but an hour later she does the exact same thing again.
- >You are beginning to grow annoyed.
- >One day, while you're busy with work things on your computer, Janus waddles into the room.
- >”Daddy, wan' sgetties pwease! Janus hung'y!”
- >She ate dinner not more than forty-five minutes ago.
- “You've been fed, Janus. Go play with Amnesia while I finish this, okay?”
- >”Hung'y!” she whines, clinging to your shin. “Pwease gif nummies!”
- >The task at hand requires all your concentration, so you ignore her.
- >For five minutes, she whines about being hungry. You feel her light grip on her leg.
- >Suddenly, she lets go and raises up on the side of your office chair.
- >”Gif nummies! Janus hung'y!”
- >You continue to ignore her.
- >”Why no gif nummies? Why daddy no wuv Janus anymo'?” she begins to pout.
- >When you don't rebuff that notion, she begins to cry.
- >”No wuv Janus! Daddy no wuv Janus anymo'!” she wails, waddling in circles.
- >You still ignore her.
- >Amnesia comes in. “Janus, pway bwocks wif Amneesa!”
- >”No wan' pway, wan' nummies! Wan' daddy wuv Janus, an' gif nummies!”
- >Amnesia blinks. “Jus' haf nummies! Daddy wuv fwuffies, gif nummies!”
- >”Wan' nummies now!” Janus whines, trying to get up in your chair again.
- >Confused, Amnesia waddles out to play.
- >You continue to ignore the crying pegasus.
- >”Daddy no talkies! Daddy no wuv Janus!” she cries repeatedly.
- >Only when she falls silent do you glance down.
- >She lays on the carpet, curled into a shivering ball and sniffling quietly.
- >”No wuv fwuffy, daddy no wuv anymo', why no wuv fwuffy?” she whispers.
- >You blink. Before now, she's always referred to herself by name.
- >”Fwuffy jus' wan wuv, pwease gif wuv to fwuffy...”
- >You're done with your work now, and reach down to pet her.
- “What's wrong, Janus?”
- >She perks back up instantly when you say her name.
- >”Daddy wuv Janus 'gain! Janus so happy!” she chirps, hugging your arm.
- >You begin to realize something is off.
- >Janus seemed to be in actual physical distress, but why?
- >Surely not because you weren't paying her any attention.
- >...it couldn't be.
- >An idea is forming in your head.
- >Soon, it will be time for science.
- >It's the next morning, and your sister is over.
- >Amnesia didn't really like the idea of going away, but you assured her she'd be all right.
- >You're sending her to your sister's house for the week.
- >She already has fluffies, so your unicorn will be in good hands and have friends to play with.
- >Besides, you don't want her to interfere in this.
- >The experiment begins immediately after Amnesia is gone.
- >”Whewe fwiend Amneesa go?” Janus asks.
- >You do not say a word.
- >You can hear the pegasus waddling after you as you move around.
- >”Daddy, whewe Amneesa go? Amneesa come back? Janus miss fwiend!”
- >You remain silent, simply going about your morning routine before you leave for work.
- >Janus is confused, constantly asking where Amnesia is.
- >Once you're ready to leave, you set her in the restored upstairs safe room as usual, but give her no treat.
- >You shut the door and leave, hearing her cry behind you about being alone.
- >It's twenty minutes after eight PM when you return home.
- >You believe it's very likely she has forgotten about Amnesia by now.
- >She waddles around your legs happily when you open the safe room door.
- >”Daddy home! Fwuffy miss daddy! Fwuffy no woney now!” she cheers.
- >Christ. She doesn't even recall her own name, no chance she remembers Amnesia.
- >You guess that's probably because the unicorn isn't here to say it so often.
- >You glance into the safe room.
- >It is a minefield of fluffy turds. She only hit her litter box twice.
- >That carpet is probably ruined, but it's not a big deal.
- >As she hugs your legs, you find that while her name eludes her, her love for you does not.
- >Janus continues to babble happily as she follows you downstairs.
- >”Fwuffy wuv daddy! Fwuffy wan' nummies, daddy gif?”
- >You feed her, but still don't talk to her.
- >She's talking so much right now, she hasn't noticed that yet.
- >When you're both done with dinner, you wash up and relax on the couch.
- >This is when Janus begins to figure it out.
- >”Pway wif bwocks wif fwuffy, daddy! Is fun!”
- >You don't even look at her.
- >”Daddy? No heaw fwuffy? Fwuffy say pway wif bwocks and fwuffy!”
- >Eyes straight ahead. You can barely see her waddle over.
- >”Daddy okay? Why no come pway?” she asks, tugging on your pants leg.
- >No response.
- >You can't see it, but her lips begin quivering. “D-daddy no pway wif fwuffy? Why no pway?”
- >When you don't reply, she begins trying to jump up on the couch. “Daddy! Fwuffy no wike quiet, why no talkies to fwuffy? Why no pway?”
- >You don't help her up. You don't even acknowledge her struggle.
- >”Daddy, hewp fwuffy! Fwuffy gif huggies, make daddy betta! Hewp daddy pway!”
- >Eyes locked on the TV.
- >She stops, plopping down on her haunches on the floor. “Daddy? Fwuffy scawed! Talkies!”
- >Silence.
- >She begins crying. “Why no talkies, daddy? Daddy okay? Fwuffy scawed!”
- >Flipping through channels.
- >”Daddy...daddy no wuv fwuffy?”
- >Bingo, we're back here again.
- >You continue to ignore her.
- >She tries to get up onto the couch again, madly flapping her wings.
- >”Fwuffy am sowwy fo' be bad! Pwease wuv fwuffy!” she bawls.
- >When you don't speak, she falls over and begins hiccuping.
- >”Fwuffy...fwuffy am...fwuffy am sowwy! Fwuffy no...no mean...no mean be bad!”
- >It's getting harder to ignore her, but you press on.
- >”Fwuffy am bad, fwuffy am sowwy! Pwease no huwt!” she yells, toddling about in circles around your coffee table.
- >After ten minutes of this, she suddenly waddles over and shits in front of the TV.
- >”No smeww pwetty...nuuuuuu, make bad poopies! Fwuffy sowwy, fwuffy no mean to!”
- >She remembers that. You kind of lost your temper when she shat in front of the TV the first time.
- >Even Amnesia was scared.
- >”No yeww! Pwease no yeww, fwuffy sowwy!” she sobs, coming over to hug your leg again.
- >When you fail to punish her, fail to even acknowledge her existence, something happens.
- >Janus sits down by your legs and blinks.
- >”No yeww? Why no yeww? Fwuffy bad!”
- >Her tears are dried, her sobs quieted, even her lips are still.
- >”Daddy no mad? Daddy no wuv? Daddy no wuv an' no mad?”
- >You fight the urge to look down at her while she tries to process this.
- >”Fwuffy am good, am bad too? Daddy no am mad, no wuv fwuffy too?”
- >She falls silent, sitting on her haunches and looking around.
- >After a few minutes, she blurts out. “Daddy! Wuv fwuffy pwease! Is okay yeww at fwuffy if wan', fwuffy no be sad! Fwuffy be okay!”
- >'Love' appears to be a broad term for the fluffy pony.
- >Perhaps the abused ones aren't totally sad. It is attention, after all.
- >But Janus, faced with the insurmountable wall of your silence, has no idea what to do.
- >”Daddy! Pwease talkies! Pwease yeww! Pwease huggies! Pwease wuv!” she begs, tugging on your pants again.
- >You fight to ignore her. Her pleas and tugs get more frantic as the silent seconds tick by.
- >Finally, you glance up at the wall clock. It's late.
- >Wordlessly, you pick Janus up, and put her in the upstairs safe room.
- >”No smeww pwetty!” is the first sentence out of her mouth.
- >When you shut the door behind her, she begins lightly banging on it.
- >”Gif wuv! Gif woud yewws! Fwuffy wan' talkies! Pwease wuv! Pwease somefin'!”
- >She says iterations of that over and over, but finally becomes quiet.
- >Since she's tired herself out, you go on to bed.
- >The next morning, you go first thing to check on Janus.
- >She lays on her side in the center of the room, a tremendous puddle of liquid waste pooled at her rear end.
- >This puddle is at the end of a long, swerving spiral of brown that covers most of the carpet.
- >You navigate the fluffy crap to check on her.
- “Janus? Janus?”
- >Her chest fluff is still.
- >She is dead.
- >You pick her up to look at her. Her eyes are glassy. Rivulets of dried saliva surround her open mouth.
- >It looks like she's had a catastrophic seizure.
- >You continue to examine her. Her joints are ruined.
- >It appears as though she tried to run her legs right out of their sockets.
- >Her wings are partially torn off.
- >Without human or fluffy input, Janus's mind did not know what to do to get acknowledgment.
- >Since her mind didn't know what to do, it seems to have done everything at once.
- >While you dispose of the body and begin cleaning up, you come to a clear realization:
- >For the fluffy pony, attention is no more optional than food, water, and air.
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