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- Warning: Sad.
- >Be fluffy Derpy.
- >So cold, wandering through the city at night.
- >Scared, hungry, cold.
- >Above all else, scared for your baby.
- >Your unicorn foal, Dinky, is nestled on your back, trying to stay warm in your fluff.
- >You can feel her shivering from the cold wind and hunger.
- >"Mummah..." she sniffs. "Hungwy... Fwuffy cold, mummah..."
- >You tear up as she begs you for help you can't give her.
- >Wander further down the best-lit alley you can find.
- >Thought it would be warmer.. because it's brighter.
- >You were wrong...
- >"Miss sister..." Dinky whimpers.
- >Sister? You feel dumb; you had another foal!
- >How could you forget?!
- >You cried all day when you washed her in the sticky smelly water.
- >She coughed and coughed and then didn't cough or breath or move.
- >How could you forget your foal...
- >Other fluffy ponies seem to remember things better than you...
- >"Mummah..." Dinky mewls helplessly on your back.
- >OH right! Your living foal! Better keep moving.
- >"Don' worry, babeh!" you whisper. "Mummah fin' you foodies soon! Fin' wawm home soon!"
- >You follow the smell of spaghetti as it gets darker and colder.
- >You love spaghetti. And muffins. You miss muffins. Used to eat muffins with daddy.
- >You miss daddy. You miss Dinky, too.
- >NO WAIT! You still have Dinky!
- >You miss your OTHER foal. What was her name...
- >"Sketties?" Even Dinky smells it now.
- >You stop in front of a big brick building.
- >Smells like spaghetti and other tasty things!
- >"Hungwy..." you say softly. "Wet in?"
- >You're talking to a wall.
- >"Wet in... pwese? Derpy hungwy... Babeh needs nummies..."
- >Feel something slide off your back.
- >WHATTHEHELL?!.jpg
- >Oh! It's Dinky! You forgot she was on top of you.
- >Dinky coughs and gets to her hooves.
- >"Mummah, wook! Howe!"
- >She's right! Your baby found a hole into the building.
- >You're so proud of her.
- >You both head inside.
- >Room is empty.
- >You recognize room!
- >Reminds you of kitchen from old home!
- >There's a table, and a fridgey, and a warm-box!
- >You smell spaghetti and pizza and bread!
- >"Mummah, wook! Nummies!"
- >Dinky found foodies in the corner of the room.
- >You pick her up and trot over.
- >Sketties!! Delicious sketties!
- >It's hard and cold, and only a little, and it's dusty too, but it's still so amazing!
- >"Mummah so pwoud of babeh," you coo with your mouth full. "Mummah wuv her Dinky."
- >"Wuv mummah!" Dinky smiles. "Wuv sketties. Wuv mummah! Tummy wuv sketties!"
- >Finally full! But still so cold.
- >Room isn't much warmer than outside.
- >Remember the warm-box! Daddy used to put foodies in warm-box to make them warm!
- >Carry your precious baby back to warm-box.
- >You try to stand on your hind legs, with her balancing on your head.
- >After forever, you finally stand long enough for her to reach the handle.
- >"Oomph!" she climbs onto it. After another forever, she wedges open the door just a tiny bit.
- >Dinky suddenly loses her balance and falls into the tiny opening.
- >"Dinky!" you cry. "Dinky! Mummah no see you! Where Dinky go!"
- >"In wawm-box, mummah!" you hear her. "Wawm! Mummah, miss you!"
- >Huh? Who's talking? Who is that?
- >OH YOUR DAUGHTER, RIGHT.
- >"Miss you, Dinky!" you call to her.
- >No way can you reach into the warm-box.
- >Wish you could see her. Wish you could be in warm-box.
- >You talk to her until she falls asleep.
- >Trot back to pile of old spaghetti. Tummy is happy all night.
- >Be a pizza-chef.
- >Job at the Italian pizza and pasta place is alright.
- >Free food, decent pay.
- >Manager lost his shit the other day; kicked a hole straight through the kitchen back door.
- >Hope to god health inspectors don't come before it gets patched up.
- >Show up for morning shift.
- >Kitchen's clean as always.
- >Close the oven door and turn the dial to get it pre-heated.
- >"No!!" You hear a tiny scream of terror.
- >Look down. OH FUCK, it's a gray, blonde-maned fluffy pony.
- >She was asleep in the corner, and there's a massive pile of shit there now too.
- >Knew you should've blocked the hole in the door with something.
- >"No! No cwose wawm-box! Need babeh!" The fluffy is sobbing and panicking.
- >You're just fucking angry. You'll have to clean up that mess she made.
- >Pick her up by her neck.
- >"Owie!" she sobs. "No huwt Derpy! Wan' babeh! Pwese, gif' Dinky! Wet Dinky out!"
- >What the fuck is she talking about? Filthy animals messing up your kitchen.
- >Throw her into the alley. She crashes into the garbage bags outside.
- >"Owies! Fwuffy wingies huwt..." She fumbles around dizzily as you slam the door.
- >Quickly find a large can of tomato sauce and block the hole.
- >Wash hands and get to work. Oven doesn't take long to heat up.
- >Hear the fluffy pony banging on the heavy can desperately.
- >"Pwese wet in!" she sobs. "Need Dinky! Dinky! Pwese, wan' babeh! Babeh in wawm-box!"
- >OH MY GOD SO ANNOYING. Thought you heard weird tapping sound from oven. Probably the metal expanding.
- >"Babeh in wawm-box! Babeh need mummah! Babeh get scawed in wawm-box if mummah no dhere!"
- >Wait.... warm-box?
- >That smell....
- >OH FUCK.
- >Yank open oven door.
- >Black smoke and an unholy smell surge out.
- >Cough and clear smoke, and see the mess.
- >A black, scorched, bubbling mess. Can barely tell it was once a fluffy foal.
- >Oh jeez...
- >It'll take for-fucking-ever to clean this out. Might not get any pizzas out today at all.
- >Stupid goddamn fluffy ponies.
- >Move tomato can.
- >Gray fluffy mare immediately bolts in.
- >"Hooman! Wet mummah haf' Dinky pwese!!" she begs before seeing the smoke coming from the oven.
- >You pull out the tray and show the charred remains of her daughter to her.
- >She stares at the mess in shock.
- >"Babeh?" she mutters, her voice cracking. "Dinky? Mummah... mummah wan'.... no..."
- >She realizes what's happened and starts crying hysterically.
- >"No!!" she wails. "No no no! Dinky! Mummah hewe! Mummah wan' Dinky! Babeh, pwese be betta now!"
- >So pathetic. "What kind of stupid-fucking-retard mother are you?! Who lets their baby play in an oven?!"
- >"Babeh was cold! Wan'ed babeh to be wawm! Put in wawm-box for wawm!"
- >"You fucking retard. Your daughter is dead and it's your fault."
- >"No!" she sobs. "No Derpy's faul'! Derpy good mummah! Derpy wuv her Dinky!"
- >She tries to hug the charred blob of her daughter. Just gets sticky remains and soot all over her gray fluff.
- >You pick up the fluffy mare, and take her and tray outside. Drop them in the dumpster and slam the lid down.
- >Hear her whimpering miserably as you turn around.
- >"Derpy sowwy... Derpy wuv yuu, Dinky. Pwese no be mad at mummah. Mummah wuv her Dinky..."
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