Harbinger: Jayce 1

Harbingers: Jayce

> You are an abuser
> You have a personality disorder
> Well, that's what the state says
> Still didn't help in that animal abuse case involving four dogs, seven cats, a hampster and two manatees
> After spending some time in jail you decide that prison life isn't worth some animal abuse pleasure
> Fluffies however aren't considered animals
> In fact they're better than animals
> These stupid things scream and cry like real children
> Your fantasy or what?
> Either way it gets you off
> Even better than abusing ferals after work you are paid to do this shit
> Well, you are supposed to "Exterminate dangerous fluffy elements in the community with impunity and percision"
> But, fuck that noise
> You are not gonna waste the chance to have some fun with dozens of fluffies at once
> And by fun you mean torture
> And by tourture you mean horribly
> Anyway you are a member of the Emergency National Force for Fluffy Extermination ENFF-E
> Kinda funny
> You chuckle every time you get a call over the radio
> You have been chuckling a lot recently
> Cackaling even
> The herd in front of you doesn't think it's so funny though
> "Why huwt fwuffy! We goo' fwuffies! Nuu mo huwties pwease! We sowwy eat hoomin nummies!"
> However, their screams of pain have slowed down
> Now they are just begging for the pain to end
> Not nearly as fun
> And you are here for some fun
> But, lets rewind a little
> No story is complete with some setup

> The radio plays just barely audible over the screams from the back of the van
> Two fluffies are bawling their eyes out
> Literally
> You have placed nails in them and they are clawing at their eyes for the hurties to end
> "WHY DAWK HEWP FWUFFY! HUWTIES! BIG HUWTIES!
> The scamper around the van bumping into walls pushing the nails deeper and deeper
> "AAAAAAGH! WHY HUWTIES I SOWWY! SMAWTY NUU SMAWTY! SMAWTY WEAVE I WEAVE! HEWP PWEEEEEEASE!"
> Music to your ears
> Your break is rudely interrupted as the radio squaks and the music is replaced with a dispatch
> "ENFF-E7 11, ENFF-E7 11 respond.  A herd has been spotted in your vicinity. ENFF-A7 has confirmed EOS. Dispatch immediately."
> EOS eliminate on sight
> Your favorite order
> Driving recklessly with the radio on once again the fluffies in the back scream for help as their face smacks into the walls of the van
> "OOOOOOWWWIIIEEES! EYES HUWT FUWFFY! FWUFFY GOOD WHY HUWT! HEWP PWEASE EYES! NUU MO HUWTIES!"
> The fluffies flop around uselessly occasionaly bumping into each other and hugging
> "WHY HUGGIES NUU FEw BETTAH! HUGGIES AWWAYS GUUD! FWIEND HEWP PWEASE!"
> "I TWY HUGGIE! FEWW BETTAH! HEWP! HEWP! WAN HEWP! WAAAAAH! WAN MUMMAH! MUMMAH! MUMMAH! HEWP FWUFFY MUMMAH! FWUFFY SCAWED!"
> Looks like the stallion has broken
> Reverted to foal programming
> The mare will take longer
> Higher pain resistance means more fun
> The mare, his special friend, isn't taking this well
> "Nuuuuu! I nuu mummah! I speciaw fwiend! Why smawty caww mummah? EEEEEEP HEWP!"
> A pot hole causes them to fly up and smash down on their faces.
> The stallion is now silently sliding around on the truck bed
> Looks like the nails penetrated his brain
> The mare is still hugging him
> "Fwuffy? Fwuffy, whewe fwuffy? Mummah hewe fwuffy! Haff nummies bebeh need nummies! BEBEH WHY NUU MOVE?!"
> Oh man, she really thinks she is a mummah
> Another pot hole ends her suffering
> Pity, you could of had some more fun with her
> As you reach the site the corpses slide in the back of the van
> Oh man, you love this song
> You pull up to a local farm and scan the area
> Yep, fluffies have been through here
> Not that it would take an expert to spot the dozen or so pastel blobs stained red and brown around the house
> "It's about damn time. I've had to kill a dozen of these stupid things. They're tearin through my strawberry fields and ruining the crop, gettin shit all over it."
"Don't worry about it, the cleanup team does top notch work.  They'll clean any fluffy related damages. Now, where are they hiding?"
> The overall wearing plaid shirted farmer is unamused
> "If I knew that I woulda burned em out a long time ago!"
> Fair enough
> A quick scan confirms his story
> The fields to the South have shit stained plants and some stalks trampled
> A wide wood up to the fence is a good spot for fluffies
> And the fence shows technicolor highlights
> Bingo
> You grab your tool box
> Nothing special just a tool box
> It's not the tool, but how you use it as they say
> Creativity is key
> You chuckle to yourself as you approach the fence