Fluffy Dash and Fluffyshy: Chapter 2

>you get home from work
>after hanging up your jacket, you head upstairs to check on Fluffyshy and Fluffy Dash
>you can only hope that they haven’t hurt themselves
>or even worse, died
>you decide to head up the stairs a bit faster
>”Fluffyshy? Dash? Are you okay?”
>you open the door to the saferoom
>and see them happily playing with their blocks
>Fluffy Dash turns to you
>”Daddeh! Yuu home!”
>she runs up and hugs your legs
>you pick her up
>”Wee! Dasii fwy!”
>you play “Fwy” for a bit and turn to Fluffyshy
>”Hi, Fluffyshy. How are you?”
>she nervously takes a few steps back and points to the blocks
>they’ve managed to stack about two blocks on top of each other
>the other eight are strewn about the floor
>you decide to lay on the enthusiasm a bit thick
>”Wow, did you two make that stack yourselves? It’s really high!”
>”We did, daddeh, we did! It hawd!”
>”Yeah, I bet. Did you help, Fluffyshy?”
>she peeps and turns away
>alright, you expected her to be afraid of just about everything
>but why is she so scared of you?
>”Fluffyshy, what’s wrong?”
>”Um…”
>she points to the ball in the corner and shakes a little
>you pick it up and hold it out to her
>”The ball? What about it?”
>”F-f-Fwuffysii…”
>”What?”
>she breaks down into sobs
>”Fwuffysii an’ Dasii hewt baww fwend! We meanie fwuffies! Baww fwend sad! Dasii say baww fwend happy when Fwuffysii kick, but he now happy! He sad!”
>she lets loose another bout of loud sobs
>”T-that’s it?”
>you’re trying to stifle your laughter
>it’s not exactly funny that she’s bawling her eyes out, just that she’s doing so over something so petty
>Dash just rolls her eyes
>”Fluffyshy, the ball doesn’t get sad. He’s only happy.”
>”N-nuu! No twue! Fwuffysii buwwy fwuffy! Sowwy, daddeh! Sowwy, baww!”
>”Fluffyshy, you’re not a bully. He likes it when you kick him! Isn’t that right, Mr. Ball?”
>welp, time for those ventriloquism classes you took as a kid to come in handy
>you put on your best falsetto and stick the ball in front of your face
>”Yeah, Anon! That’s right! I sure wish some little fluffy pony would come along and kick me right now!”
>Dash looks up in wonder
>”Baww speak?!”
>”That’s right, Dash! Would you please-“
>your voice breaks and you cough
>”..please kick me?”
>”Otay, Mistah Baww!”
she runs up and gives the ball a kick
>it rolls about three feet and bounces a few inches
>not impressive, but she’s loving it
>your throat, on the other hand, isn’t too pleased with your Mickey Mouse impression
>”Weee! Dash, I’m *cough* having so *cough* much fun!”
>Fluffyshy keeps peeking up at the ball
>time to go in for the kill
>”Heya, Fluffyshy! Come play with me!”
>”B-baww fwend wan pway wif fwuffysii?”
>”I *cough* sure do, Fluffysh-“
>you go into a coughing fit rivaling Walter White
>”Baww fwend? Yuu otay?”
>you cough some more
>you’re fine, but you can’t exactly talk at this point
>Fluffy Dash pipes up
>”Fwuffysii! Baww fwend gonna sweep fuhevah!”
>oh no, she thinks the ball’s going to die
>Fluffyshy starts to tear up and speaks through sobs
>”Nuu! Fwuffysii no mean kiww baww fwend! Sowwy! No sweepies! Pwease no sweepies!”
>wait, this is perfect
>”Fluffyshy! *cough* Kick me! *cough* Do it…or I’ll DIE!”
>you break the falsetto on the “DIE”, replacing it with your best dramatic voice
>you make a big point to gasp and wheeze
>Fluffy Dash runs up and prepares to buck the ball
>”Dasii kick baww! Dasii save baww fwend!”
>”No! Only Fluffyshy can do it!”
>she crying her eyes out, begging for “ball friend’s” safety
>”Fwuffysii! Kick baww fwend! Huwwy!”
>she looks from you, to Fluffy Dash, to the ball
>game face initiated
>she puffs her cheeks out and rushes over to the ball
>”Fwuffysii save yuu, baww! WAHHHHHHHHHH!”
>she boots the ball and it bounces around the room
>”Holy shit!”
>you forgot to turn off the falsetto
>how in the hell did she learn karate cries?
>”Baww fwend otay?”
>”Uhhh…yeah! You saved me, fluffies! I love you all!”
>both of them let out a “yay!”
>you go back to your normal voice
>”Great work, you two! What do you say we celebrate with…SPAGHETTI?”
>the two fluffies cheer loudly at this
>you carry them downstairs, when Fluffyshy stops you
>”W-wai! Take baww fwend? Pwease?”
>ah, what the hell
>”Sure. I’ll go get him.”
>you get the ball and set the two-erm, the three of them all down on the kitchen floor
>Fluffyshy hugs the ball tightly, and Fluffy Dash congratulates her on saving him
>as you cook the spaghetti, you chuckle to yourself
>learn to play the tuba, they said
>ventriloquism is stupid, they said
>well, who knew that would come in handy with fluffies?
>you strain the spaghetti and then hear a call from the other side of the room
>”Daddeh? Why baww fwend no talk when yuu no howd him?”
>fuck