Prometheus

Anonymous Fri 13 Jul 2012 14:52:11 No.3193825 | /mlp/
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>You are a homeless man
>You search the city for someplace to sleep
>You know a place is safe if there are fluffy ponies in it
>All you have to do is get rid of them and call it your own
>It's raining, and that means no good for you
>You remember there is a recently abandoned school nearby in the district
>You run there, you are already soaked as a rat, but at least it will help you warm up for tonight
>You break in, and despise founding a few gratifies, it's a safe place
>It even has fluffy shit inside, meaning that is safe
>You don't see the fluffy though, no wait, there it is
>cuddled in a corner, shaking
>it comes near you, you think you know for what, but all it manages to say it's:
>"pwease hooman, no huwt fwuffy"
>"bwibiwbiwbwi--shut up, ye' fucking vermin" picking up momentum, you punt kick it to the opposite side of the room
>It's weak bones break as his body meets with the wall
>it remains motionless, it even seems less fluffy
>you stay there in the dark, you begin to remove your soaked hobo clothes, as you listen to the thing moaning in the dark
>"ouchies"

>it's...alive
>the damn thing is still alive
>Well well, it seems that you've found a resilient fluffy, that would be great if, you know, you cared about them
>"pwease mistaw" it sniffs "fwuffy jus' wan die"
>You look at it baffled, and you start to laugh
>boy, laughing sure hurts with this fucking cold, but you manage to do it anyway
>"You wanna' fucking die? Here, let me help you, you little piece of crap" You grab the fluffy, sinking your hands in it's rib cage, you tear the damn thing open
>it shrieks horribly as you pull out it's guts inside out
>after that you trow it away, fucking disgusting rat
>now there's blood all over you, you should have thought that a little better
>then you feel your hair rising in goosebumps
>you listen to a sobbing in the dark, right in the direction you threw the fluffy over
>It can't be, it must be some other fluffy that saw its friend die
>Nope, it actually is the same fluffy, and there's where this becomes creepy
>it's flesh and bones actually begin to pull themselves together once more, all that show as he cries and looks into your eyes
>"no wowky, fwuffy can' die, pwease hooman, fwuffy wan no mow owwies"
>Unbelievable, the damn thing is just good as new
>you get close to it, as expected, it doesn't even fears you anymore, furthermore, it looks after you
>You see a pet tag tied around it's neck, it reads "Prometheus"
>"Prometheus, huh? is that your name"
>"dat is fwuffy's name, pwease mistaw, giff fwuffy big owwies, fwuffy wan die"

>This fluffy apparently had an owner
>you wonder if such a rare fluffy has a reward on it's name
>You pick the little runt
>"Come on, I'll take you to see your owner"
>You see actual fear on it's eyes for the first time
>"Nuuuu, nuuu daddy pwease! daddy meanie"
>Makes sense, his owner was probably an abuser; an abuser that found out he only needed this one regenerating fluffy; this fluffy isn't lost, it escaped
>What the hell crossed trough your head?, these are fluffies, not actual pets, even a fluffy able to rebuild itself is nothing but a fluffy
>you let it fall on the ground, it sounds like it broke something, but soon it's all back on it's place
>You gather some metal drum and start a fire inside one of those
>you manage to get your stinking clothes drier, the fluffy keeps looking at you
>"what?"
>"fwuffy cowd, can fwuffy haff wawmies too?"
>"Oh, you wan't 'warmies'? Here, have some fucking warmies" you throw the fluffy inside the burning barrel
>It starts to scream horribly, it's charred fluff makes to much smoke, this was a bad move, but hey, there is nothing, regenerative or not that survives fire
>except for that thing, it begs you to take him out all night
>You finally do, burning your hands in the process

>The sun rises, and with it, you seek a new method to dispose of the fluffy
>you pick him up while sleeps soundly next to you
>It made that part it slept in warm
>Anyway, it had to go
>You find the nearest pond and you sink him in face first
>It struggles for some minutes, then it remains motionless
>You jump startled when it rises back again, watches you with it's face soaked and says "no wowkyes, fwuffy can' bweff"
>"What?!" you rip it open again and you find it to be true: the fluffy has no lungs
>What kind of abomination is this?
>"Then why DID YOU PRETENDED TO BE DEAD!?"
>He smiles at you
>"fwuffy wiked idea"
>You chuckle
>Ok, that was actually kind of funny
>You put it on the ground and you leave
>Oh crap, it starts to follow you
>"No, get away"
>fluffy stays put
>That surprises you
>It doesn't begs, it doesn't follows you as soon as you turn around, it just watches you leave
>You are here, homeless, because you wasted all the chances life gave you
>Was life actually trying to tell you something, that you maybe...
>"Ok, you can come"
>The fluffy looks startled
>"Wiwwy?"
>"Yeah, really, come over"
>It waddles next to you
>you both walk away from that street, trying to find something to eat

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