Deadmeat Chronicles: The Kitchen Incident

>You are walking through your home like the rich bitch you are!
>Ok, so you inherited a large part of your money but so what!
>You are not going to feel guilty for how you were born.
>”I’m sorry cunt! I don’t fucking recall giving a fuck how much it costs!”
>”Get a goddamn crew over here to start sound proofing my house today unless you want to spend your life in soup lines trying not to fucking starve!”
>You cut off your cell phone.
>Fucking assholes!
>All of goddamn humanity are fucking assholes always wanting you to support them.
>You wish you could lock them all away and let them rot, they all suck.
>The only things that you actually like are fluffies.
>They don’t give a shit.
>You could be dirt poor or own the moon, they will love you equally.
>They don’t care about your money, they only care about you.
>That is why you set up the shelters.
>They are the only thing worth anything now a days needs to be taken care of.
>They should not be killed and tortured like everyone else wants to do.
>Poster fucking children for abortion!
>”hewp mommeh!”
>What was that?
>You go wondering through your house trying to find the sound.
>It sounds like Princess Princess.
>”Wet pwincess Pwincees go bad fwuffy!”
>”Nuu!”
>What the fuck is going on?
>Oh shit! Is she being mounted?
>You start to run.
>She is too valuable to just let any fluffy breed with her!
>You start to her soft squeaks, “Yoo bad fwuffy! Wet Pwincess Pwincess go Siw Wiwwam Huthermo!”
>”Nuu! Yoo nuu go in der! Bad pwace!”
>You turn the corner and see that maroon unicorn with all the scars holding Princess Princess down.
>She is struggling with her hooves trying to go through a door into the kitchen.
>There is a small group of fluffies hanging away from the door shaking in fear and looking at Sir William Reginald.
>”What is going on here!? Why are you holding Princess Princess Sir William Reginald!?”
>Your light brown alicorn with the dark pink mane whips her head around and looks at you.
>”Yay! Mommeh! Pwincess Pwincess hewd get owies! Gud smawty twy to hewp buh bad fwuffy nuu wet Pwincess Pwincess go!”
>”Deadmeat nu wet fwen get owchies! Fwuffies get biggest owchies!”
>He is pushing her back down even though you’re here!
>You start walking to them, ”Ok little mister! Do I have to…”
>You get to the door and stop.
>You see the kitchen.
>The smell of shit and blood are now pungent.
>It is a horror show.
>The ceiling fan slowly spins, the severed back end of a fluffy hangs off one of the blades.
>The garbage disposal is whirling, blood randomly sprays up.
>One of the stools has fallen over and a dead fluffy is under it with its head crushed a line of shit behind it.
>A fluffy is under the counter, a carving knife sticking through its back nailing it to the floor.
>Its lifeless eyes stare out into nothing and a pool of blood is around it.
>Water in the sink is flowing over into the disposal side, a pair of fluffy hooves is sticking up slowly drifting.
>You see a leg lying on the floor with a trail of blood going away from it.
>The trail ends at a fluffy with its head twisted around.
>There is a huge red splat on one of the walls with bits of meat and fluff underneath it.
>A fluffy is under one of the table legs with its guts ripped open and the leg pinning it to the floor.
>A frying pan is on the floor with the handle all the way in a fluffy’s mouth impaling it.
>A dead fluffy hangs with its head wedged into the pan rack.
>Broken shards of a plate have impaled a fluffy.
>He has huge gashes all over his body and a look of horror on his face.
>There is a pot of boiling water on the stove with a unicorn horn sticking out of the top.
>The bodies, blood and shit are spread everywhere.
>You look back down at your struggling alicorn being held by the maroon unicorn.
>You lean down and grab her and pull her away.
>The unicorn looks at you and steps back.
>Why is he puffing his cheeks?
>”Mommeh! Smawty nee hewp hewd mommeh! Wet Pwincess Pwincess go! Smawty come hewp fwuffies!”
>She wriggles in your arms.
>You turn her around and hug her, “It is ok baby, mommy is here.”
>”You can’t help those fluffies now.”
>She stops squirming, “Bye bye bawks….?”
>”Yes honey, they will have to be taken away.”
>Your prize alicorn fluffy starts bawling on your shoulder.
>”Stay way!” You see the maroon unicorn shake his hoof at the other fluffies.
>You put two and two together.
>The fluffies started a chain reaction that was causing their deaths.
>The maroon one had to see it and kept the other fluffies out.
>Did he stop these fluffies to save them?
>”Sir William Reginald…. Did you see what happened?”
>The maroon unicorn looks back into the kitchen at the dead fluffies.
>He has a confused look on his face, ”Deadmeat see wha happen… Deadmeat still dunno wha Deadmeat saw…”
>He looks back at Princess Princess and sees her crying on your shoulder.
>He looks at the other fluffies to see they aren’t heading into the kitchen.
>He turns and walks away.
>Did he just make sure the fluffies were safe? That’s odd…
>You yell after him, “You are a very good fluffy Sir William Reginald, mommy will make sure you get a treat for this!”
>He keeps walking away saying nothing.
>Strange, it looks like he flicked his tail at you when he went around a corner.
>He is a strange fluffy, but you know all fluffies want to love so he is probably upset at the scene.
>Poor guy has probably never seen anything horrible as this.
>You keep small child fences at all doors for just an occasion.
>You pull it back and set down Princess Princess.
>She waddles off crying, “Why meanie Siw Wiwwam Fredtiut keep Pwincess Pwincess fwom hewping hewd…”
>You pull out your cell phone again, time for the peons to clean up.