Deadmeat Chronicles: The Morning After

>You are a rich bitch.
>And you are waking from one of the best dreams ever.
>You dreamed you were nuzzled by fluffy ponies while people where being hung around you.
>”Wahhhhhhhhh…”
>It seems your little alicorn is crying first thing this morning.
>Why has she been acting so strange lately?
>You set up and stretch.
>Today you will work with Sir William Reginald.
>You know what to do.
>You will take him to the park and let him play outside, he will just love the squirrels.
>You look at your little light brown alicorn.
>She is setting up holding a teddy bear tight looking out the window bawling.
>She hears you stirring and she turns to you, “He go mowe away! Wahhhhhhhh!”
>What is she talking about?
>Anyway, you step out of bed and grab your robe.
>About time to let the fluffies out.
>”He gowing more away! Wahhhhhhh! Wahhhhhahhhh!”
>She is staring out the window looking at that bush again.
>You look at her again, she has a death grip on that teddy bear.
>You don’t remember putting her to bed with that.
>”Honey, did you get up last night and go to the play room?”
>She looks at you with tears going down the side of her face.
>A look of pure sadness and confusion is etched on her little face.
>”He gowing more way mommeh…. He gowing more way!”
>She turns around and looks at the bush again and starts to bawl again.
>You look closer at the teddy bear.
>That looks remarkably like the teddy bear you got Sir William Reginald.
>You see her crying looking at the bush and look at the teddy bear.
>You start to get worried.
>You start to walk to the door and step on something.
>”Ow! What the fuck? How did this get here?”
>You stepped on Princess Princess’s brush.
>You have no idea how it got to the foot of your bed.
>You pick it up and place it back on the window sill beside your crying alicorn.
>You walk out into the hall.
>The hell? There are four dead fluffies right outside your door in the hallway.
>You are going to have some of the staff clean those up soon.
>You walk down the hall to Sir William Reginald’s safe room.
>The fence is open!
>You run up quickly, he isn’t in here!
>Down the hall you hear the fluffy padding at the safe room door.
>”Mommeh! Wan ou’ mommeh!”, “Fwuffy wan pway!”, “Fwuffy wan nummies!”, “Why do no wet fwuffy ou’?”
>”Oh hold on babies!”
>You run down and open the door.
>The fluffies come stampeding out giggling and laughing.
>”Ok babies, go to the play room. Mommy is trying to find one of her babies.”
>They go running happily through the house.
>You walk outside and start to walk to Sir William Reginald’s little club house bush.
>”Sir William? You should be inside, it’s wet out here.”
>You walk up to the bush and pull the branches apart.
>No…
>”That… that is impossible…”
>You want to deny what you are seeing.
>But there it is.
>There is a hole dug and ripped into the fence.
>How did he do that?
>How long was he working on it!?
>You think of how he learned to take off the cork and put it back on.
>He saw the hole the dog made.
>Is that when he started working on it?
>The vet said he might be the smartest fluffy alive.
>How smart is he!?
>You break a branch and stick it on the hole opening, you can’t have more fluffies escaping.
>You run back to the house.
>You run back to your room and get dress.
>Princess Princess stares out the window crying the whole time.
>How did she know he ran away?
>Maybe he hasn’t got too far and you can catch him!
>Your phone rings.
>You answer it, “This better be about a million dollar deal!”
>The voice on the other end is your front gate guard, “Ma’am, there are some police out here.”
>”Fuck them! Send them away!”
>”But they want to talk to you ma’am… they have a warrant.”
>You hang up the phone, “Fuck a duck with a dildo!”
>You look at your light brown alicorn who is staring pitifully out the window still crying.
>”Mommy will be right back.”
>You start to head out to the gate.
>You pass a bunch of fluffies surrounding the four dead ones.
>”Oh babies! Don’t look at that! Mommy will get it cleaned up shortly!”
>They are all staring and shaking.
>Shit! Got to get these fuckers taken care of and get those cleaned up as soon as possible.
>You walk past the kitchen.
>There is a group of fluffies there too.
>”what are you guys doing here? The play room is… oh no!”
>Alexander got his head caught in the cabinet!
>There is a pool of dried blood around him.
>Poor thing,
>You really liked him too.
>These fluffies are shaking too.
>”It is ok babies…. Mommy will clean this up in a bit. Every one of you is safe, don’t be afraid.”
>You hurry out.
>Now is a good fucking time for the police to show up.
>You don’t hear the fluffies.
>You didn’t notice the patches of light brown fluff on the dead fluffies.
>It sticks out to the fluffies though.
>The scent is unmistakable.
>”Smawty gif biggest owwies…”, “Fwuffy twy be smawty…. Fwuffy wost….”, “Fwuffy doo wha smawty say!”
>You make your way to the gate.
>There are several police standing there.
>One holds up a warrant and pushes past your gate guard.
>”We have had several complaints about health issues from this house.”
>”Well I don’t give a shit you fat donut chasing leechers of tax dollar assholes now get the fuck off my property while I get my army of lawyers to have every one of you sociopathic degenerate ticket writers fired!”
>One of the police bring up a taser and shoot you.
>Your body spasms as you fall to the ground.
>Before you can move you are hand cuffed.
>You feel someone grab your hair and raise your head, “Just so you know, your tax dollars funded me doing that cunt!”
>You are jerked up and walked to your house surrounded by police.
>They get to your door and kick it open.
>”You fucking asshole rhinoceros shits! The door was unlocked!”
>The man giggles and looks at you, “opps!”
>They walk into your house and look at the fluffies.
>”Whoa shit look at all these!”
>They look up at the men, “Nuu fwen? Pway?”, “Yay! Daddehs!”, “Fwuffy wan pway! Haf funsies!”
>They walk in and grab a red unicorn with a blue mane.
>”We have to take some of these to see if they have desease.”
>”You better not hurt them or UnnnNnnnNN!”
>”Open your mouth and get tazed again bitch!”
>The police start to grab fluffies from the herd.
>One of the officers walks in front of you, “One more thing.”
>”We heard you have a fluffy that attacked someone.”
>He stares into your eyes, “Where is he?”
>Fucking Charles….
>You just stare back.
>”Well!”
>”He’s dead! Threw him away yesterday.”
>”That’s fucking convenient!”
>”Fluffies die asshole! Have fun looking through all the fluffy carcasses you over paid little dicked wife beater! He isn’t here anymore!”
>He tightens your handcuffs and walks off, “Doesn’t matter, we can always keep an eye out for him.”
>God fucking damn it!
>They rummage through your house for most of the day.
>They confiscate the dead fluffies.
>After a while they leave.
>You run up to your room, “Princess Princess still sits there holding the teddy bear.
>You walk up to her and pick her up, she still holds tight to the bear.
>”We go get Siw Wiwwam Twepitot mommeh! We go noa!”
>”I’m sorry baby, mommeh can’t…”
>”Bu’ why mommeh! Wahhhhhhh!”
>”Because I will never hurt a fluffy baby… and to bring him back will cause him pain..”
>”I hope he is happy now…”
>You hug your fluffy close and cry with her.
>You cry knowing there is a maroon fluffy unicorn with a light green mane running.
>He is running through bushes and in alley ways.
>Running to get away from people.
>And knowing he is probably happier that way.
>Days pass and things settle down.
>It seems that Princess Princess is getting over her accident prone phase.
>She hasn’t got hurt in days.
>All the fluffies are going out of their way to make her happy too.
>They must know she lost a friend.
>You wish the whole world was fluffies.
>They are just so full of love and would never hurt anything.
>Every night though, she stares at the bush before falling asleep.
>Every night she huddles with the teddy bear, the only toy she won’t share.
>You try to lighten her spirit.
>You playfully pick up your little light brown alicorn.
>”Oh my baby! We are going to have to put you on a diet.”
>She giggles as you lift her up, “Wha die’ mommeh? Pwincess Pwincess wub die’!”
>”We are going to have to cut back on your food. You are really starting to gain some weight!”