Gweat Cuhfoowoo

>Get new fluffy pony from shelter
>Lady there said he acts kind of strange, but you're sick of the same 5 phrases from your fluffies
>Get him home
What's your name, fluffy?
>"Ma name ish Owacul. Mowtal be fwend fo' fwuffy?"
Yes, I'm your new daddy.
>"Ecksewwent. The owa is vewy cwose now. The staws aw finawwy wight again."
>fuckedifiknow.jpg
>Take fluffy home, cook some spaghetti
>He is quieter than most fluffies, but tears into the spaghetti with gusto
>"Fank you, mowtal. Dese nummies wiww be a fitting twibute."
>what
>"Fwuffy wuv sketties! Huggies fo' mowtal!"
>okay, whatever
>Show fluffy to the safe room, it's getting late
"Goodnight, Fluffy."
>"G'nite, mowtal."
>Go to bed
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>Wake up in the night
>Look at clock
>3am
>What's that smell
>Hear faint chanting
>"..muguwnaf..cuhfoowoo..wuhlyeh.."
>ohshitohshitohshit
>Run into kitchen
>Safe room door is open, orange glow coming from inside
>ohshit
>Run to doorway
>Fluffy has created a bonfire out of blankets
>Dancing around fire with kitchen knife
>"wuhgahnugul fuh tahgin!"
>You're too late
>Fluffy pony disembowels himself with kitchen knife
>Half-digested spaghetti flows out of his stomach into the fire
>"Pwaise be the owd ones!" gasps Oracle with his dying breaths
>Hear distant rumbling
>Look out the window
>The stars are going dark
>"Gweat Cuhfoowoo sweeps no mow."
>the Oracle slumps over dead
>All the earth flames with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom