The Loner

>You are a loner, you left your wife and your kids because you were just so sick of all their shit
>You wander the world with no particular goal, doing odd jobs in every town you go to, to pay for the rooms you stay in
>Sometimes you get lonely in this endless adventure
>It's a cloudy evening, a light drizzle out, and you are in an alley next to a bar, smoking a cigar
>The sudden clamor of trashcans being knocked over disturbs your quiet peace
>You raise your head to peer at the source of the noise
>A little blue fluffy was seen staggering out of the trashcan, sniffling and crying to itself
>He slowly wanders in your direction, sniffling and shaking it's head, he was positively filthy
>"'s the matter, kid?" You ask the little fluffy, who now looks up at you
>"Daddy no wuv fwuffy no mowe... Fwow fwuffy away..." He whines to you in a squeaky cracking voice
>"Oh... Well that's too bad..." You say with genuine compassion, holding him up up in your left hand
>The little fluffy fits perfectly in your massive palm "Fwuffy wonewy... Nobody wuv fwuffy..." he whimpers
>Taking your cigar from your mouth, you hold it in your right hand as you speak "Ah... I know how that feels kid. I left my home 'cuz I didn't feel loved there anymore."
>"Weawwy?" The fluffy asks as he looks up at you with big sappy eyes
>"Yeah kiddo. I'm always alone, have been for years." You go on to tell him
>"Fwuffy sowwy you sad. Huggies make bettew?" He asks as he tries to hug your hand
>"Say! I could be your new daddy." You offer the little critter
>"WEAWWY?!" it squeals in excitement, perking up in your hand.
>"No. Not really, ya little shit stain." You growl at it, your voice going from kind and understanding to bitter and hateful
>His little heart shatters as his newly found hope is crushed in an instant
>Before the little fluffy can even react, you put out your cigar in his left eye
>"Owwie! Why new daddy poke fwuffy wif buwny thing?!" it screeches in terror
>Before he can jump down, you drop him, punting him into the wall on the other side of the alley
>He coughs in pain, sobbing hysterically "Fwu-Fwuffy sowwy... Pwease wuv fwu*cough*uffy... Fwuffy be good..." He begs as you glare down at him "Get outa here before I put you outa yer misery ya little bastard"
>The fluffy runs off sobbing it's brains out, crying "Wonewy! Nobody wuv fwuffy!" as he goes.

>You return to the very same bar next night, sitting in the same alley, smoking a new cigar, enjoying the peace and quiet
>Suddenly your peace is disturbing by the sounds of sniffling and whining
>The same fluffy from yesterday staggers into the alley, still crying the same old nonsense "Fwuffy gon' be awone fowevah..."
>He continues to stagger until he bumps into your leg
>He jumps back and looks up at you with sad eyes, even though he couldn't see with the left one "Pwease... Pwease wuv fwuffy... Be good fwuffy..." it cries desperately
>You pick it up with your left hand again looking it in the eyes "Aw... I'm sorry little guy... I'll love you."
>The little fluffy sniffles "fo' weaw d'is time?" it asks hopingly
>"Yeah, for real." You assure him
>"Yaaay fwuffy wuv 'ou-"
Ptssss
>You put out your cigarette in his right eye, and he shrieks out in pain again "Why dawk?! Why ouchie fwuffies?! Fwuffy no can see! Wet out! No wan' dis! Pwease wuv fwuffy! Fwuffy be good!"
>It is now shrieking and running in circles in the alleyway
>"I told ya to get outa here ya little fuckwit!" you shout at the fluffy
>"Pwe-he-heaasew wuv fwuffy! Wet out!" It screams
>The dumb creature thinks it's trapped in a box
>"Pwease wuv fwuffy!" It shrieks one last time before you shout back
>"No! Nobody loves ya, you're awful.!"
>"Fwuffy no awfuw! Fwuffy pwomise good fwuffy!" It screams at the top of it's lungs, running out of the alley
>You watch as he runs out into the street, and suddenly a car zips by
>The fluffy isn't screaming anymore
>It's gargling and sobbing
>The vehicle that had passed by, bisected the little blue fluffy
>"Nu...Nuh...Nobody... Wuv fwuffy..." It cries before passing out, dead.
>You roll your eyes, you'd rather spend eternity in perpetual loneliness than keep company with one of those things