Grandma Abby

>You are a feeble old woman living in the dangerous Fluffy City
>You live in a small humble home on the nice side of city
>This area is possible the least fluffy infested, but still a large amount of them populate the area
>Your neighborhood is mostly clean, but there is one particular little pink fluffy mama you named 'Berry'
>She lives on the side of your house in a little basket full of blanket with her little fluffy fillies
>You walk out every morning and afternoon and give her a few slices of toast with peanut butter on it
>She's not the world to you or anything, but she is cute and you don't mind providing for her little family
>You certainly wouldn't let one in your nice clean home, she'd poop all over it
>It's mid-afternoon and you grab two slices of peanut butter toast and head out to give Berry and her fillies the usual meal
>"Heellooo" you greet in your nasally old lady voice
>Berry pops her head and smiles "Hewwo mommy!" she responds and hops out of the basket with her little fillies scrambling behind her, bleating "Yummy nummies fo' fwuffies! Yay! Wuv mommie!"
>"Come get your nummies sweet-hearts! Abby has plenty to go around!" you happily cheer as you hand the first slice over to Berry
>She babbles something to you, you can't understand what she's saying because her mouth is full of toast, how precious
>She takes the slice back to the basket you left out for her and starts nibbling on it, her fillies close behind
>You follow them to the basket and toss the other slice between the circle of three fillies
>"F'ank 'ou mama! Wuv mama!" the fillies cheer to you
>"Aww... No problem sweetie!" you smile and reach down, petting the fluffy fillies on the head
>"Bewwy wuv mama!" The mother babbles with peanut butter in her mouth, a wide smile on her face
>You just keep your smile and reach over to the fluffy mama's head and give her a good petting "Bewwy wuv petties! Best mama!" she coos before you pull your hand back
>"Mama wuv fwuffies fowevah?" the mother asks
>"Oh of course deary!" you assure her
>"Wet fwuffies inside weaw wawm?" one of the fillies asks with sad eyes
>It makes you feel a bit guilty, you frown and shake your head "No dearies... I'm sorry. Mama's house is no place for fluffies."
>"Oh... No wet fwuffies get huwt?" the mother asks nervously
>"Nobody is going to hurt you babies as long as mama is around." You assure them with great confidence
>"Yay! Wuv mama!" the fluffy mother cheers
>"Alright babies! Mama is going back inside! You four behave!" you call out as you wave goodbye, heading back inside where it's warm

>You go to bed that night and sleep soundly, until about 2 in the morning
>You are awoken by a crash and a shriek of terror
>Your eyes widen in shock, some sort of stray dog must be attacking your little babies
>The shrieking and sobbing continues "No huwt fwuffies! Why kiww babeh?! Wet fwuffies down! Wan' hewp! Whewe mama?!"
>You grab your robe as quickly as you can
>And your jacket
>And your slippers
>and your cap
>and your gloves
>Once you were all ready, you grab a wooden bat and push open your door, scuffling as quickly as your old lady legs let you
>You come around the corner to where the basket is and gasp, dropping your bat
>3 men dressed in crimson red garbs, each with weapons in their hands
>On the ground, were four fluffies
>One filly appeared to have been ripped in half, the other had her eyes, legs, and tail ripped out, and the last one just looks like it was just stomped into paste
>And there was the mother fluff, missing her legs, her tail, and her throat was cut open, she was twitching and gurgling, blood squirting from her wound, and from her mouth
>There was feces and urine everywhere
>You step forward, wanting to comfort the mother in her final moments, but you are shouted at
>"Stop right there, you old crone." the one in the center calls out, he's wearing a mask
>You don't answer, but you freeze in place
>"You will never cater to this street scum, ever again. We will kill every fluffy you find. Do not grow attached" he grunts out, his voice is so gravelly and hoarse, he must be one of those infamous barbarians from the west side of the city
>"W-...W...Why...Mama... Wet babehs... an'... Bewwy... die?" the fluffy mother gargles through the blood
>You prepare to respond but are interrupted "Because she didn't love you, and nobody ever did." the leader answers
>"Mama... Nu... Wuv Bewwy..." the fluffy cries, dying, her will and her heart broken
>"Let's go Death Starved." one of the men says to the leader before they all turn around and leave
>You stand there in shock, staring down at the corpses of the little fluffy family you promised to protect