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- Anonymous, September 8, 2013; 17:28 / FB 13575
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- That Was Then, This Is Now
- >Be an abuser.
- >Hate fluffies.
- >Squealing little shits, get into everything, shit everywhere.
- >Not even real animals; they're just biotoys made to feed fake emotions of love and acceptance to lonely basement dwellers.
- >You don't capture fluffies to torture; you don't need to.
- >Damn things reproduce so fast, they're practically coming out of the walls.
- >Fucking bronies; it's their fault these little shits came into existence in the first place.
- >Hasbro may have put them out, but it was them that made the little retards such a success.
- >One day, see ad in newspaper.
- >Advertisement for local BioToy Investigative Services
- >Recruiting those with 'negative temperments' toward fluffy ponies for experiments on 'pain thresholds and coping mechanisms'.
- >Translation: you'll be paid to do something you'd usually do for free.
- >Cha-ching!
- >Arrive at the laboratories.
- >Plain brick building, nothing really special.
- >You and about 30 other men and women of 'negative temperments' sitting in waiting area.
- >Avidly and happily discussing what you plan to do to the little shitballs once you get them.
- >You're planning the classic bait-and-switch: be friendly to raise their spirits then crush them utterly.
- "Hewwo! Nyu fwend?"
- "Yeah, sure."
- >Your fluffy is a bright-ass blue with yellow mane and tail.
- >Pegasus fluffy. Good.
- >You're in a small room with a camera, as well as a table and some implements.
- >Balls, blocks, and so forth - standard fluffy playing shit.
- >But you've also got more exotic, brutal things - mallets, tweezers, a blowtorch.
- >The researcher who led you in here told you to do 'whatever came naturally' and they'd collate the results with the others.
- >Sweet.
- >You spend a few minutes playing with the fluffy.
- >Rolling the ball around, playing with blocks.
- >Bonding with the brainless wonder.
- >The way it acts, you and it were friends forever.
- >Finally, you begin to enact phase two of your plan.
- "Hey, fluffy. Do you ever think of flying?"
- >Fluffy perks up, its little vestigial wings buzzing.
- "Fwy! Fwuffy wan' fwy! Oh, fwuffy wan' fwy mo' dan anyfing!"
- >For a second, fluffy seems confused. Its eyes lose the usual clouded, fake-happy note.
- "Nu...wait...fwuffy wan' somefin' else...fwuffy fo'get..."
- >Then the moment is gone and the fluffy is up on its legs, wings buzzing annoyingly.
- "Fwuffy wan' fwy! Wan' fwy!"
- >You grin, picking up the well-fed, fat, dumbass creature.
- "All right, we'll fly."
- >And into the wall it goes!
- SMACK!
- "Owwies! Waaaaaahhhh! Fwuffy owwies! Owwies! Su many owwies! Buuhuhuhuuhuuuuuu!"
- >Fluffy lays on its side, a large trail of blood and brittle bones marking the spot where you threw it against the wall and it slid down.
- >All of its legs are broken, some teeth are knocked out, an eyeball hanging loose.
- >And of course, its litte wings are still buzzing.
- "Oops. Well, I guess you didn't want to fly bad enough."
- >You pick up the pliers, clacking them a few times for show.
- "I guess you won't be needing your wingies then."
- >Fluffy goes berzerk, wiggling its useless legs in a vain attempt to get away.
- "NUUUUUU! Nu take wingies! Wingies, fwy fwuffy away! Pwease! Huuhuhuhuuuuuuu!"
- >You walk over to the fluffy with exaggerated slowness, savoring its pain and misery.
- >How such a creature, who never had to make its way in the world, who never earned the right to exist, thought it could be happy...
- >You go to your knees, pinching one of its wings with your pliers.
- "Huuhuuh....why be meannie? Fwuffy be guud fwuffy? Hoomin be nice! Why?"
- "That was then..."
- >You twist and pull.
- >It squeals.
- "This is now."
- "Yo. I'm done in here."
- >You hit your blood-stained hand on the door.
- "Unless you want me to 'play' with another one."
- >Nothing but silence greets you.
- >You look down at the eviscerated fluffy on the tabletop.
- >It took an hour before it finally died.
- >For $500, that was a pretty damn satisfying hour.
- >You look up at the camera, waving a hand.
- "C'mon, I'm getting hungry."
- >That's when you notice the smell.
- >And the hissing sound.
- >Looking up, you finally notice that the upper ends of the walls are lined with small holes.
- >Out of which you can barely see a gaseous vapor pouring out.
- >You try to speak, but you only end up coughing.
- >Your vision narrows, and you can hear your heartbeat crashing in your skull.
- >You stumble, trying to grab onto the table's edge.
- >Your blood-soaked hands slip. You tumble over, cracking your head on the table.
- >You lay still.
- >The last thing you hear before things go black is the door creaking open.
- >You awaken with a start.
- >Sitting up, you bang your head on a low ceiling.
- >You didn't hit it very hard, but the pain that rips through your head is unbearable!
- >You get down on your stomach, clamping your hooves over your head.
- "Owwies! Fwuffy hab owwies! Huu hu...wah?"
- >The voice coming from your throat...can't be yours!
- >You look down at your hands.
- >They're no longer hands. You see a pair of leathery, marshmallow hooves.
- >Bright blue.
- >Just like the rest of you.
- >Your eyes widen and panic grips you.
- >Despite yourself, you begin to cry and blubber.
- >The emotions pouring through you more distinct and powerful than you've ever felt.
- >Your sadness is all-encompassing, and you can't help but hide behind your hooves and bawl away.
- "Well, well, well. Look who's awake."
- >You start, looking out of your cage's bars to see the smiling face of the researcher.
- >In his hands, he holds a bowl of spaghetti.
- >Your stomach growls and you lick your lips.
- >The researcher takes a fork, beginning to spoon the plain spaghetti into his mouth.
- "Nuuu! Gib sketti! Fwuffy wub sketti! Fwuffy...nu, dis wong! Fwuffy nu am fwuffy! Fwuffy am hoomin!"
- >The researcher bangs your cage, causing you to yelp pitifully.
- "That was then. This is now."
- >You sit up on your haunches and bang against your cage, crying horribly.
- "Nuuuu! Wet fwuf...wet me owt! Dis wong! Am nu fwuffy! Am hoomin! Am hooomiiiiiinnn!"
- "Hey, fluffy, do you want to fly?"
- >FLY!? Oh, yes!
- >You love to fly!
- >Your little wingies buzz happily.
- >You bounce up and down in your cage.
- "Fwy! Fwuffy wub fwy! Wan' fwy! Pweez fwy?"
- >The researcher grins, opening your cage and shoving the bowl of spaghetti inside.
- "Maybe later. Eat your spaghetti, fluffy. You're going to be getting a new human mommy or daddy very soon."
- >SKETTIES!
- >Joy and exhultation unlike anything you've ever known floods through you as you happily chow down on that wonderful meal.
- >For a few seconds, you stop, mouth full of spaghetti.
- >Wasn't there something else you wanted to say?
- >Something you needed to tell the nice mister who gave you this spaghetti?
- >...couldn't be important, could it?
- >Of course not!
- >You've got SKETTI!
- >And what's best, you're going to be getting a new mommy or daddy soon!
- >Life couldn't be better!
- >The researcher watches you eating your spaghetti.
- >A female counterpart comes up, watching as well.
- "I wonder," she says. "Do they remember being smart?"
- >The male researcher shrugs, picking up another bowl of spaghetti.
- "I dunno. I don't remember being dumb."
- >He looks down at the pasta, spearing it with a fork and holding a ball up in front of his eyes.
- "I do still love this stuff for some reason."
- "Well, kiddies, I do believe that was our most frightful tale yet!"
- The Crypt-Keeper grins, petting the emaciated fluffy in his lap.
- "Tune in next week for our sequel: Hugbox of Horror!"
- He laughs maniacally, the fluffy in his lap whimpering about wanting to die.
- Fade to black.
- The end.
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