Deadmeat Chronicles: What is a Fluffy

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>And right now a man is telling you that you are going to Hell.
>The man is tall and thin wearing a black outfit with the same collar Helper wears.
>This two legged monster though is younger than the monster you have seen before.
>His hair is black and crisp.
>His face is clean shaven.
>He stares at you with hawkish eyes as he berates you from the other side of the bars.
>”All things made by God are good!”
>”But you pieces of abominable filth are not!”
>”A man made blaspheme!”
>You give the man a raspberry, “Dis Deadmeat wand! Yoo go way!”
>Bruce is stomping and puffing his cheeks as the owchie friends line up behind you.
>Pookie is standing just behind you, “Dis smawty wand! Yoo go way! Wots sowwy poopies!”
>”You want me to go away!?”
>”Well I want you to go to Hell!”
>”I guess no one gets what they want today!”
>You stomp at the man, “Deadmeat haf gud hidey hole hewe! Nuu wan go nudder pwace!”
>Haze hops in front of the man smiling and wagging his tail, “Yoo am hewe gif smawty sketties?”
>The man looks down, “The damned shall get nothing from me but hate and scorn!”
>”All the sinners of the world are above you sickening state because at least they knew God’s grace at one time.”
>The man points at your herd, “But you have never been blessed by God’s grace once!”
>You snort, “Nuu nee’ gwace! Haf nummies and sweepie pwace! Go way!”
>The man looks around and raises his hands, “All this was created by God!”
>He looks across the cemetery, “The lowliest rat that spreads the plague.”
>”The snakes in the grass, spiders, birds in the air who shit up people’s cars, worms in the dirt… all these he made for his perfect image of this great creation!”
>”He made everything!”
>The priest turns around pointing at you again, “But he didn’t make you!”
>You give the man a raspberry, “Dum dum! Deadmeat come fwom momma! Deadmeat nuu am made!”
>”No… your ilk is a blasphemy that spits in the face of our Lord on high!”
>His eyes burn into you.
>Pookie stomps furiously at the man, “Pookie Gif dat dum dum sowwy poopies noa!”
>You snap at Pookie, “Nuu! Stay way fwom munsta!”
>You look around your herd, “Nuu fwuffy go neaw munsta!”
>”Fwuffy am saf in hidey hole!”
>”Musta nuu get thwough hawd tings!”
>You look back at the two legged monster and give him another raspberry before turning and shaking your rump at him.
>The man looks at you surprised then looks at the bars.
>He grabs them and gives them a shake.
>”So you feel you are safe behind these?”
>“You, who comes from man, put your faith in something made by man…”
>He slams his fist against the bars, “You are stupid! Nothing will keep you safe from Hell!”
>”Deadmeat nuu wowwy ‘bout dat dat pwace.”
>”Deadmeat nuu weafe dis pwace!”
>Bruce looks up at the man, “Whewe am dis pwace? Bwoose go der and weafe sowwy poopies!”
>”Don’t worry you manifestation of greed!”
>”You will all go there soon enough!”
>”Anything that comes from man is cursed to go there!”
>You turn and snap at the man, “Deadmeat come fwom Deadmeat momma!”
>”Too wegged munsta nuu haf anyting wif Deadmeat!”
>”Yoo dum dum!”
>The man stares at you for a minute.
>”So you think, but no… man made you… you are not natural…”
>You puff your cheek, “Yoo wie! Go way!”
>A smile crosses his face and his eyes bead in on you.
>”Then perhaps you could do an experiment with me.”
>All your herd is babbling angrily at the man but you tone them out.
>This man is obviously challenging you.
>”Come on! Aren’t you a brave smarty!”
>”Deadmeat am brafe!”
>”Nuu twust dum dum too wegged munsta!”
>He bends down on one knee, “Your afraid of humans… maybe you aren’t as stupid as the rest..”
>The man thumps the bars, “You put your trust in this, surely your safe enough to do an experiment with me…”
>Pookie starts to stomp and yell, ”Gif yoo sowwy poopies noa!”
>Next Special Friend is peeking around a casket.
>Bruce is puffing his cheeks babbling angrily.
>Your head starts to hurt.
>”Aww fwuffy am quiet!”
>Pookie starts to truddle to the man.
>”Pookie nuu go two wegged munsta! Yoo stay!”
>Pookie turns to say something and sees Haze standing right behind him.
>He huffs and puffs his cheeks at the man.
>You have to yell a couple of more times and your herd gets quiet.
>You stare at the man, “Wha yoo wan wif Deadmeat!?”
>”All I want to do is play a game.”
>Next Special friend comes truddling out and starts to head toward the priest, “Yay! Wub pway game!”
>”Nuu mof!”
>Next Special Friend stops between you and the man and turns looking hurt, “Bu’ Nex Speshul Fwen wan pway game…”
>The man sneers, “Its ok, everyone who wants to play can play.”
>Next Special Friend and Haze clap, “Yay! Pway game!”
>The man’s eyes pierce at you, “The game is called repeat.”
>”Just repeat whatever I say.”
>You get a puzzled look on your face.
>”Ok, let’s start…. Car!”
>”Caw!” Haze and Next Special Friend chime.
>The man looks at you, “Come on, surely you can say a word.”
>You stare back, “Caw…”
>”Bird…”
>”Biwd!”
>You hesitantly repeat, “…Biwd…”
>”See, nothing dangerous at all… Dog!”
>”Dawg”, “woof woof!”, Haze and Next Special friend look at each other and giggle at their different answers.
>You think a moment, “Woof woof munsta…”
>”No! I didn’t say woof woof monster, dog!”
>You huff, “Dis am dum dum game!”
>”Ok, something else then… library!”
>”Wibwawie!”
>”Why yoo say dese tings!?”
>The man smirks at you, “Well?”
>”Wibwawie…”
>”Ok, now a hard one… shit!”
>”Poopies!” Haze and Next Special Friend both get a confused look on their faces.
>”…Poopie…”
>You are puzzled, “Poopie!”
>You look up at the man, “Yoo twick Deadmeat!”
>”No trick, say it! Shit!”
>You concentrate, “P-p-p… sssssssspppp..”
>”Nnnnn! Nuu smeww pwetties! Poopies! SSssspoop!”
>You start to stomp, “Nnnnn! Wha yoo do! Why Deadmeat nuu say dat ting!”
>The man smiles, “Its ok, now say daddy.”
>You all reply, “Daddeh!”
>”Mother!”
>”Mommeh!”
>”Fuck!”
>You and Next Special friend get stuck on f, “Fffffff!”
>Haze hops up and down. “Speshul Huggies!”
>The man in black stands up, “Surely a great smarty can say anything they want, say fuck.”
>You stomp at the man, “Deadmeat nuu efen know wha dat mean! Am dum ting!”
>He looks at you, “That is where when you take your dick, you can say dick right?”
>Next Special friend’s mouth is open like she wants to say something but her face is frozen and she is only able to make squeaks.
>He laughs, “Don’t worry about it, you take your dick and stuff it in a girls pussy and shove it in and out as needed.”
>You stare at the man for a moment, “Deadmeat nuu know wha dose awe…”
>He sneers again and points to his pee pee place, “This is a dick, this is what makes you a male.”
>You think on what he said then it hits you, “Yoo am mean speshul huggies?”
>Haze turns wagging his tail, “Wes! Speshul huggies!”
>”Deadmeat am say speshul huggies.”
>The man leans in and grabs the bars, “No! Say fuck!”
>”Fffffff…..ffppeshul huggies!”
>You stomp frustrated, “Gud feews! Speshul…. Gud… emfs…”
>You stomp, puff your cheeks and point at the priest, ” Why yoo twick Dreadmeat!”
>He gets a triumphant look on his face, “You cannot say those words because the men who made you put blocks in your mind where you cannot say them.”
>”Nuu!”
>”Oh yes! You were created as toys and you cannot say anything vulgar!”
>”You have no free will! You are just mockeries of what God made!”
>”Too wegged munsta nuu make Deadmeat! SSpoop!”
>You stomp and whine in frustration.
>Next Special Friend is still frozen trying to squeak out words.
>Haze giggles and lays on his back , “Tee hee hee! Hase nuu say speshul huggies! Hase nuu know dat! Poopies!”
>The man leans forward, “If you still need convincing say damn it!”
>You sneer back at the man, “Deadmeat am say Dammit! Dat fwuffy in Deadmeat hewd!”
>Next Special Friend only makes squeaks.
>The priest looks surprised, “Wow!... so fluffies can say a name if its vulgar then…”
>His eyes beam at you again, “Ok then, say bitch!”
>You smile, ”B-b-b-b….”
>Your face twist in anger as you glare at the man who stares back triumphantly.
>His voice lowers menacingly, ”You were made by man.”
>”You have no free will.”
>”How can you dream of Heaven when you will never face the ultimate test of choice.”
>”God hates you and I can’t wait for the day the last of you vermin die!”
>He turns and starts to walk away.
>Haze looks after him, “So nuu sketties den?”
>He looks back at you, “No matter how hard you try, you will never say those words.”
>You yell after him, “Yoo dum dum meanie!”
>The other fluffies start to calm as you stomp back to your nest.
>You flop inside of it.
>”B-b-b-b… ffffffff….”
>You huff and lay on your back as Haze and Next special friend giggle and say poopie and special huggies to each other.
>You close your eyes and try to get a nappie.
>There is no way two legged monsters had anything to do with you being here.