Lock and Doorbell (Challenge No.18 disqualified entry)

takenoko, March 21, 2013; 20:52 / FB 9805
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>be fluffy lock
>it is bright time
>you are just waking up
>'Ahhhh!', you yawn, stretching your little mouth as wide as it can go
>you raise your weggies and give them a wakies-wiggle
>'Wock wakies?', your best friend Ding asks
>he's a fluffy doorbell, to your left and a bit up
>you've never seen him, but he makes poopies onto Daddeh's flowerpot
>they are not bad poopies because that's where poopies are supposed to go
>flowers smeww pwetty enough to cancel out the nuu smeww petty of poopies
>it works out quite well, in your olfactory expertise
>anyways, he's your best friend because he talks to you a lot!
>'Wock wakies! Din wakies?', you curiously ask
>'Din wakies! Wock wakies?', your best friend asks
>'Wock wakies! Din wakies?', you ask in return
>this continues on for about an hour

>the world gets brighter and brighter as you chat and chat
>'Wock wan be Din', you tell him, 'Din get see Daddeh aww da time'
>it's true
>you look out of Daddeh's safe place, and stop meanie munstas from coming in
>Ding looks in, and tells Daddeh when friends are here
>you help Ding by letting him know what you see about the person
>that way, he can be the bestest fluffy doorbell!
>in exchange, he tells you all about the safe place and Daddeh
>according to him, he sees Daddeh make nummies and take sleepies
>he even gets early-nummies before you do!
>'Nuu, Wock betta', he honestly confides in you
>'Wha? Bu' how? Wock nuu see Daddeh tiww Daddeh go bye-bye!'
>'Ouside haf wotsa pretty. Safe pwace dawk and smeww wike poopies.'
>that can't be
>safe place is best place!
>you've glimpsed it when Daddeh opens the door
>it's always bright and it smells good then
>you make poopies as you think
>'Nuu can smeww wike poopies in safe pwace. Dat nuu is gud fo' safe pwace!'
>this is very confusing
>how could such a thing be possible?

>'Icky, Din smeww poopies 'gain! Nuu smeww pwetty!', your boy friend groans
>oh no
>that bad poopies-munsta is back!
>you didn't know there was a bad-poopies-munsta, but there are poopies
>and munstas are what make all bad things happen to fwends
>therefore, poopies-munsta
>a thought comes to mind, and you quickly give Ding some advice
>'Get hewp, Din! Safe safe pwace fwom poopies!'
>'Hewp, Wock! Hewp, Daddeh! Poopies! Smeww wike poopies!', he begins to yell
>it is a scaredy yell, and you know it
>your only fluffy friend starts making scaredy-poopies into his flowerpot
>it's up to you to be the brave one and fight the monster
>'Nuu wowwy, Wock gif sowwy poopies!'
>you spray sorry poopies as hard as you can into the safe place
>'Din! Munsta gone?', you ask worriedly
>he is silent for a little
>'...Din?'
>you can hear stompies from inside
>Daddeh's stompies
>good, he's coming
>'Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell at 7AM?', he growls
>the stompies get closer
>you hear wakies-sounds coming from Ding
>good, he's alright
>probably just took scaredy-sleepies
>'Doorbell, what happened? Why is there shit all over my mat?' Daddeh asks
>'Sowwy, Daddeh! Dewe was scawy an' poopies, den Din caw fo' Daddeh an' Wock twy gif sowwy poopies!'
>a beat of silence
>'...okay, I guess someone tried to break in?'
>'Wha bweak? Is wike bweak-fas? Is nummies?', your friend asks
>the mention of breakfast gives you both big tummy owwies
>'Bweakfas! Wan bweakfas nummies!', you cry out
>you're so hungry after making all those sorry poopies!

>a sigh from the safe place
>'Fine, fine. Keep up the good work, I guess?'
>you hear Ding giggle, and know what comes next
>the feeling of a hand gently cupping your rump
>'Huggies!', you squeal
>you don't get to have huggies a lot
>but when you do, they are best huggies
>the next hour is a rush for every fluffy involved
>Ding gets to talk to Daddeh a lot
>the meanie door won't let you talk to him
>unless Daddeh's really close, he can't hear you from inside
>nobody behind you can hear you, except for Ding
>and you so rarely have friends in front of you
>they're always either going away or going into the safe place
>either way, they never stop to give you huggies or play with you
>Ding narrates what Daddeh does until Daddeh tells him to quit it
>the two switch to light conversation
>very light, since you only hear Ding's half
>you close your eyes and listen to your friend chat with your owner
>if you try hard enough, you can pretend that it's you talking to Daddeh
>you can mumble what he says, and pretend that you can hear a reply
>sometimes, it doesn't even hurt when you remember the truth

>after a while, you give up on listening to Ding
>you simply stop and stare at the world in front of you
>thise are lots of neat grassies for play, trimmed low
>black bags of nuu smeww pwetty are at the end of the grassies
>to one side of your vision is Daddeh's metal monster-friend
>on the other side, a white fence to keep munstas away
>eventually, humans start coming out
>some ride away in metal munstas
>others walk around, or stay in their safe places
>mailmista comes soon, and you greet him like a good fluffy
>'Hewwo, Maiw-Mista! Haf maiw fow Daddeh?', you ask
>he simply nods with a smile, and puts the mail into the sorry box
>you know what to do
>as mailmista goes to the next house, you tell Ding 'Daddeh haf maiw!'
>he relays the message loudly, only making a bit of poopies with the effort
>'DADDEH HAF MAIW!'
>Daddeh doesn't come, though
>'Din? Daddeh otay?'
>he giggles a little
>'Daddeh makin bweak-fas! Gon get maiw wayta!'
>oh, that's a smarty thing to do!
>until then, you'll protect this mail to your dying breath
>'Wock know maiw is gud maiw. Nuu wowwy, Daddeh save fwom sowwy box!', you tell the mail
>the mail does not respond, but you don't hear any crying from the sorry box
>good, than means that the mail isn't sad
>that's all you can do for it

>soon, Daddeh's friend Raul drops by
>you like him
>he's nice, with big black fluff all over his face!
>'Hewwo, Mista Wa-oow! Sowwy, Wock nuu can wet in.'
>'Nah, fluffy, s'all cool. Lemme ring 'em.'
>he raises his hand up to your fluffy doorbell friend
>mister Raul strokes Ding's ding-dong thingy
>'Daddeh! Daddeh! Daddeh!', Ding calls out loudly
>you hear stompies
>then the door opens and, for a short moment, you are inside the safe place
>'Hey, Raul! Just gonna be a minute, kay?'
>'Yeah, no prob', he tells Daddeh from outside
>inside is bright and it smells pretty
>but there's so much, and your mind is so tiny
>just a little longer, and it'll all come together
>you hear the 'ka-clang' of the mail being saved from the sorry-box
>and before you can process 'inside', the door is closed

>'Nuuuu! Wock nuu get see safe pwace!'
>you tear up a bit, stare down at the ground and pout
>Raul's been following your battle to see inside for a long time
>he never helps you, but he does offer sympathy after your morning failures
>'Hey, little lady. It's not a prob. There's always another time!'
>he stoops down a little and holds your side, his thumb touching your nosie
>his fingers stroke your head and back softly
>with your little hoofsies, you hug the thumb in front of you
>he smiles at you
>you hear the telltale 'numnumnum' of Ding eating a bit of breakfast
>that means Daddeh's about to get out
>'Daddeh comin, back pwease!', you alert your big friend
>he nods and pulls away from you right as you feel Daddeh's finger touch your nonos
>with a stroke, he swipes up to your poopie place
>that means that you have to unlock the door
>you pull in your heavy lock-wingies, grunting just a little
>just a little
>you have to look cool for mister Raul, so you puff your cheeks and close your eyes
>if you can't see your effort, neither can he
>the door swings open
>'All right, ready for another day at the grind!', Daddeh yells
>you can hear th the metal monster-friend's small sorry sticks in his hand
>he also has his big work-thing, which is full of work
>and you can smell your breakfast nummies in his other hand!
>'Another day of getting grinded, you mean', Raul quips
>'Speaking of grind, I'm out of ground coffee. Had to drink that mint mah-tay shit again'
>Daddeh closes the door with a groan, and you open your eyes
>you make some poopies in relief
>Raul's not even looking at you now, so you don't have to act cool
>'So that's the mint smell!', he grins, 'And here I thought you brushed your teeth for once.'
>well, that's not a nice thing to say
>'Daddeh smeww wike pwetty an' nummies!', you offer
>Raul laughs as Daddeh stuffs the nummies-scrap into your moufie
>you grab the edge of it and mumble 'danoo-Daduh' through it
>'Lock, fluffy', he commands as he strides over to his metal monster-friend
>obediently, you flex and your lock-wingies go back into their safe places
>this locks the door
>your work done, you focus on chewing and swallowing your nummies
>soon your tummy is giving huggies to the nummies
>'Tummy owwies aww gone!', you declare to Daddeh
>look around
>Daddeh and Raul are gone
>so is Daddeh's metal munsta
>you didn't even get to say goodbye of give huggies

>later that day, you meet some friends who are mean and not friends at all!
>they decided to take Daddeh's lawn for themselves!
>'Pwease go 'way, nuu-fwend fwends', you ask politely, 'dis Daddeh wand!'
>'Nuu, dis Smawty wand nao! Wand fo' hewd! Weave ow get big owwies!', a purple unicorn tells you
>you are so scared
>'Fwuffy scawed!', you cry as you poop yourself some more
>'Wock', asks Ding, 'why scawed?'
>oh no, Ding somehow knows of your fear!
>you stay silent, and put on a brave face for him
>he can't see you, though
>you put on a brave poopie place too, in case he can see that
>boy fluffies don't like dummeh girl fluffies who can't do their job
>just don't let anyone into the safe place unless it's Daddeh
>that's your role as a fluffy lock
>you'll do it well

>luckily, the scary toughies can't reach you
>it makes it easy to be brave
>'Toughies, gif dummeh fwuffy foevah sweepies!', the Smarty commands
>screaming 'WUV SKETTI', the biggest fluffies all charge at the door under you
>they strike at the door with their weggies
>door breaks all their weggies upon impact
>'Tankoo, Mista Doow!', you tell the door
>door doesn't respond
>maybe it's trying to look brave for you
>'Stupi fwuffies awe stupi!', yells the Smarty. 'Smawty gif foevah sweepies!'
>Smarty Friend tries to give the door big owwies with his pointy thing
>door gives Smarty the forever sleep

>meanwhile, the other bad fluffies are eating up lots of Daddeh's grassies
>the lawn is out of your jurisdiction, but you know Daddeh
>he wouldn't want your not-friend friends making the grassies not pretty
>'Siwwy! Gwassies fo' pway, nuu fo' nummies!', you try to tell them
>the meanies don't listen
>some of the boy fluffies try to give special hugs to their special friends
>they are still chewing grassies, mouths full of ill-gotten nummies
>the girl fluffies don't stop grazing as they are penetrated
>all fluffies involved choke on their grassies
>then they all make last poopies on each other and take the forever sleep
>eating nummies and giving special hugs take a lot of smarty-ness
>doing both at the same time is far too much for any fluffy pony to handle
>that's why you're so happy
>you never have to do that kind of complex stuff
>you just have to be a fluffy lock!
>look down
>some of the toughies who broke their own weggies on the door are still alive
>a toughie mare croaks with all her breath, 'Fwuffy wan die'
>some other fluffy feebly pushes a hoofsie against the door
>it's still trying to get in, so it's time for you to take action
>'Fwuffies nuu fo' in safe pwace', you tell them
>none of the others try to go in once you say that
>they're too busy moaning and twitching and taking forever sleepies
>'Yay,' you congratulate yourself, 'am gud fwuffy wock!'
>'Wock is bes' fwuffy wock', Ding tells you from behind the door
>yay, Ding is there!
>you quickly get back to chatting about nummies and poopies
>fluffy stuff, you wouldn't understand

>it's even later now
>birdie friends have taken away some of the meanie fluffies
>'Tankoo, fwends! Nuu wan Daddeh haf take away sweepy fwends!', you say
>some of the others are still there, but it's better than nothing
>the bright sky ball is starting to go into Daddeh's safe place behind you
>it knows to go to its safe room and take sleepies before Daddeh takes sleepies
>Daddeh taught it to do that, the same way he taught you to be a good lock
>sky ball's silly when it's tired
>the bright it makes turns a funny colour, like booboo juice
>very pretty booboo juice, not scary booboo juice
>it makes you happy
>though it also means that bright time is almost over
>'Pwease mow bwight, mista Skybaww, dawk bad fo' fwuffy!', you ask it
>but you know that's not okay
>sky ball has to go to its safe room, or it'll be a bad sky ball
>then Daddeh will give it the Sorry Stick, and sky ball doesn't want that
>besides, dark time is for sleepies
>and good fluffy locks take sleepies only during dark time
>so you need sky ball to go to the safe room so that you can take sleepies
>and sleepies would be quite nice right now

>you hear Ding yawn from the other side of the door, and yawn yourself
>perhaps dark can be good for fluffies, just this once
>'Sowwy, Mista Skybaww! Wock am siwwy, is otay if dawk time. Wan sweepies!'
>the bright sky ball does not respond, but Ding does
>'Nuu sweepies, Wock! Daddeh nee' Wock fo' be in safe pwace!'
>'Sowwy, Din! Wock nuu gon' take sweepies tiww Daddeh hewe!'
>you stretch your weggies, shake your head and smile
>you've still got a job to do
>and it won't be long until Daddeh comes home now