Who Knows?

Who knows? Anonymous 07/06/12(Fri)13:15 No.3040942

>Be Daniel, 15 year old high school student living in California
>Fluffy Ponies seemed kind of cute to you, but you still didn’t want them around
>California passes laws protecting fluffies like any other pet
>Population explodes, and the rate of strays and feral fluffies boom
>You don’t mind, since the small .22 chipmunk you’ve had since you were five keeps them at bay
>You and Dad enjoy the shooting, since deer season is in September and it’s barely May
>Your neighbors also enjoy your control of fluffies in the area, as well as most the neighborhood’s
>When the police question you, you say it’s because you and your dad’s asthma
>Your neighbor Elaine doesn’t buy it, but you’re 15 so everyone’s cool with it
>Except Elaine, since there needs to be some kind of conflict in every high school kid’s life
>Elaine has one named snowball, a pure white fluffy Pegasus
>This unique trait makes it stand out, and you always avoid shooting it
>You hear cries of “Nuuuuuu! No sweepy time!” or “Why faww on gwund?”
>You do this with Dad pretty much every evening.
> Dad likes it because Mom hated fluffies
>She died in a fire when a herd of ferals caught on fire and ran into her office building, setting the place ablaze
>Ferals suck, but you feel like there’s more to it than that
> How did they catch fire?
>”Who knows, but they sure as hell are stupid. If we don’t kill it, they’ll burn to death. More humane this way”, says your dad, popping a dam in the neck
>You clean up the invading foals, since you don’t like seeing anything really suffer like they would

>One month later…
>”Daniel, I’m glad you haven’t hit Snowball, but you need to stop killing these animals”
>”I don’t think I’m really hurting the ecosystem. Those things drove out the rabbits, so I’m doing nature a favor. I thought you like nature”
>”Don’t change the subject! I’m asking you as a friend. Please stop”
>”Sorry, but those things cause my asthma to react. I really need to get them away from me. Since the population explosion, I’ve even had to wear a mask to go outside. My dad ain’t doing much better”
>Elaine is silent, but walks away
>Her voice was a bit raspy, and her breathing heavy… was she about to cry? Did you upset her that much?
>You begin to walk home from Yourtown High school
>You pass a feral fluffy unicorn, but take no note of it appearance
>You do notice that it tries to ram your leg
>” Go ‘way ugwy munstu! Dis neeguh’s wand!”
>Someone named it nigga… how original
>You’re 15, so you’re cool with it though
>It puffs its cheeks, and almost looks cute
>You get onto a knee, grab a handful of fluff, and pull it off the fluffy, using all of the strength you can muster
>It now has very little fluff on its back, and begins to sob
>”Whewe fwuff? Wh…Whe…Whewe Neeguh’s fwuff go?”
>It shits all over itself, and begins to shiver
You feel you lungs tighten up, and your asthma begins to react hard
>Pulling the fluff must have released dandruff or something
>You run home, passing a lot of strays on the way
>Yourtown sure has seen better days

>Peace demonstrations span across California a month later due to increased fluffy related violence
>Many people with weak lungs have died, and scientists began to search for a possible explanation
>The skies have also turned somewhat green, especially in Yourtown
>Many teenagers have resorted in killing these fluffies, using torture as a primary method
>You still shoot them, but your dad is starting to get worse by the day
>He still shoots them, but no longer makes them into fertilizer
>Many animals have begun to die, including the many dogs in your neighborhood
>Snowball, the annoying shit next door is healthy as a mule
>Elaine has stopped talking to you since a month ago, and you feel that your friendship has all but ended
>Why does this sadden you?
>The next day, three schoolmates are reported dead, all from breathing problems
>Three buildings have burned down, all cause by herds of feral fluffy ponies, but for some reason they still haven’t eradicated the vermin
>You used to be impartial to the things, but now you feel the hate flow through you
>Yourtown wasn’t that good, but now it’s almost unlivable
>A new drug has been made from fluffy pony shit that causes serious hallucinations and complete numbness, and is being sold all over the place
>Herds of these things began their ‘turf war’ leaving rotten bodies all over the street
>Fluffy ponies have ruined Yourtown, the place where you were born, had grown up in, have supported endlessly, and where you hoped to one day improve
>Fluffy ponies ruined life itself
>You’re 15, but you’re not cool with it

>”Mommeh! Bad Hooman is hewe! Hewp Mommeh! Hewp Snowbaww! Wet go, stupi’ munstuh! Wet Snowbaww go!” it yells, while running in circles
>Does it really think you grabbed it? Is it really that stupid? Or is it trying to make the situation worse. Is it that clever?
>Whewe tawe? Fwuffy wike tawe; why tawe go ‘way?”
>”Your tail is behind you, smartass”
>Nope, just really stupid
>She looks at you, looking really hard at your mask
>”Whoo seh dat? Bad Hooman no tawk wif moth? You no Hooman, you munstuh! Go ‘way Munstuh, dis Snowbaww’s houwse!”
>It puffed its cheeks at you, and you seriously considered stomping the thing and telling Elaine it ran out in the street, but when you saw her come around the corner you decide against it
>”Daniel, what’s with the mask and filter? The air isn’t that bad, is it?”
>Her voice was heavy when she said this, and she was almost gasping for air
>”I got a spare at home, if you need one. You don’t sound so good”
>”I’m fine. I’m just a bit sick, and seeing the air so green is very depressing. I bet it’s all the chemicals being spewed from factories and stuff”
>”I doubt it. We’ve had fewer buildings around here since a few months ago”
>”What do you want? I’m cooking for my parents tonight”
>… Why did you come here?
>”I just wanted to check on you, seeing on how I might not be able to see your precious smile again”
>Her eyebrows went down, but you saw the slight reddening on her face
>”Wha… j… I’m… not sure how to react to that. Is everything alright with you?”
>”My breathing is getting worse so who knows”

>It is the end of your deer hunt with your dad, and you both filled out in the Sierra Nevada
>The sky is blue, and all fluffies were eradicated by the locals
>That means the green sky was from all the fluffy ponies in Yourtown
>You were gone a week, but that’s all it took for shit to literally hit the fan
>Yourtown has been quarantined by the government
>Nothing allowed in or out due to the toxic green cloud and the new plague that’s been spread in the town
>Almost everyone is dead, except the fluffies who have immunity towards it
>Since deploying the national guard would be a waste of resources, a small militia was made to go in and escort survivors to the ‘non-green zone’
>You are Daniel, 15 year old high school student in the Yourtown militia
>Dad is terribly sick, so you’re going in alone
>You’ve been given a 12 gauge pump action shotgun with 100 shells, a .22 pistol with 120 subsonic rounds, a 30-30 lever action rifle with a fixed power scoped and 50 cartridges, a 12” knife, a gas mask and 5 filters, a rubber skintight suit, and some armor stuff
>The gates to hell open, and its Cerberus comes out to greet you and the few other militia members
>”Dis is Neeguh’s wand! Go ‘way ugwy munstuh’s!”
>”Go ‘way ow I gib big owch-“
>You squeeze the trigger, sending the pellets on their quest to eradicate the existence of’ Neeguh’
>Each pellet works together, taking hold of the fluffy’s body, digging themselves in, and pushing until the muscles of the fluffy could no longer withstand the charismatic pellets, and agreeing to travel with the bits of metal.

>Neeguh’s neck lifts off, with its esophagus close behind
>The rest of its body digs into the ground, and your 15 year old self finds a ping of guilt run into your conscience
>The rest of the militia splits up, and you know what you’re all going to do
>These fluffies spread the disease, so obviously they’re going to die
>Corpses liter the streets: human, dog, cat, bird, and fluffies alike
>You move down to Yourtown High School, and notice a dead line of kids, holding hands, and a banner that reads ‘Luff duh Fwuff”
>That went really far, didn’t it?
>A fluffy herd is in the baseball field, grazing
>Not anymore, since you just used some shotgun diplomacy, and negotiated the death of three of the seven fluffballs
>They scurry around, two bumping into each other and effectively dying
>A pregnant dam tries to run away, yelling for ‘hewp’ as its stubby hooves wiggle around
>You shoot a running crème colored mare, and look at the dam
>”Fwuffy hungwy… need nummies fo’ babbehs. Pwese no huwt fwuffy. Gif nummies?”
>You punt the dam in the air, which the force of the kick cause it to give birth prematurely
>You practice with the fetal foals, ripping through two of them with one shot
>The next one razes through the dam’s body, tearing through the skin and releasing entrails from its skin’s constant hold
>It lands with a satisfying crack, and its head has twisted completely

>The school is now cleaned up, but there were no survivors
>The green sky begins to dim, and your first day of eradication comes close to an end
>You pick out an old building to spend the night, and it has somewhat fresh, of not stale, air that is breathable
>You sit down in a corner, and are greeted by the silence the inhabits the entire building
>You decide against a fire and eat an RME
>You hear the patter of what sounds like a hacky sack constantly hitting the floor
>You see a light blue fluffy, which reminds you of the sky, with a mane of icy frost coloring
> It stops as it sees you, and sits across the hall
>”Why you hewe, hooman? Hoomans no lib in wand no mowe.”
>”You fluffies killed my mother, destroyed my home, and now spread this disease like some STD”
>”Is it fwuffy’s fawt? Why you bwame fwuffies? How fwuffies kiww you mum if we no even see ow tawes?
>You remember back to snowball, and how she was too dumb to even find her tail
>How fwuffies destwoy hum? Did fwuffies bwow it up with esposives?”
>”You guys just ran rampant, not a care in the world. You destroyed this town because of the drugs you made, and because of your population.
>”Hoomans do dat. Hoomans mawke dwugs, not fwuffies. Hoomans mawke fwuffies pwoteted, and hoomans no weguwate popuwation”
>”If humans are to blame, what about the disease? Is that a human made thing too?”
>”Wat you tink? We awe compwetewy made fwum hoomans, gweedy hoomans. We awe made fwum hoomans to entwain dem, and make dem feew good. We awe you fawt, and you hoomans awe to bwame”

>You think for a moment
>”Fluffies were made by man, and because of that it is our fault for letting you get out of control. When we introduced a new animal into the wilds and the urbs, we should have taken it on ourselves to realize the impact that adding a new animal to the ecosystem would cause great destruction. We needed to regulate it ourselves, since fluffies are so damn stupid to do anything themselves. There are no natural predators in the urban areas such as Yourtown, you guys completely grew. The Sierra Nevada Is loaded with predators, so the population was cut easily. You are manmade, so your actions are manmade… that means this disease is also manmade
>The fluffy just sits across the floor, staring at you
>”What’s your name, fluffball?”
>”I am weason. I am Duh Pas’. I am consence. I am Daniew”
>”I’m Daniel. Nice to meet you, me. How am I doing?”
>”You asweep, an’ duh aiw in dis biwding is fuww of fwuffy dwugs. Das why I am smawt. I awm ‘oo”
>”So, if you’re reason, then riddle me this, batman. What are my feelings towards fluffies?”
>”You no wub fwuffies, but you no hate dem. You feew pity fo’ dem, ‘caws dey not suppose to wib. Dey awe abonations, and scien haf go too faw”
>”What are my feelings for Elaine?”
>”No wub. You onwy 15, but you no wub anyting. You dad is onwy ting you wub, but Ewayne no. You feew wike when you awound her, you cwoser to you mum. Das why you hewe. You no wan’ Ewayne, but you wan’ you mum, an’ ewayne is wike her. She is wike you mum, so you cwing on to hew so you feew cwose to you mum”

> You wake up, and the blue fluffy is no more
>You smell the drugs now, which smell like fluffy shit
>That’s no surprise
>You were hopefully hallucinating, as you shudder to think of what would happen if there were fluffies like that
>The green haze from outside begins to illuminate, and with your new understanding of what’s going on, you leave
>Outside, you notice a mint green unicorn leading the mother of all herds
>34 or them, led by the mint unicorn puffing its cheeks at you
>”Go ‘way hooman oh tinmin gib you big ouchies!”
>It stomps its hooves, as a choir of agreements and cheers fills the air
>You pick up the smarty friend, and lift it up above you
>It tries to kick and bite, but its uselessness shines in the blotted out sun
>You grab its tail, and spin the stallion three times
>”Nu huwt fwuffy! Am Sowwy! Pwese wet fwuffy go. Nu huwt fwuffy”
>You spin it one more time, and launch it in the air
>It comes down after a minute, landing on a pregnant dam, causing it to birth prematurely
>Everything stops: time, space, and your heartbeat, as every fluffy empties its bowels
>From the herd of strays rises a large green gas cloud, which rises into the air and joins its toxic brethren
>There was no disease among the fluffies at all… it was their filth, which radiated a green gas
>They disband quickly, but you see your opportunity when one more dam tries to roll away
>”Where do you get nummies? Show me where you get nummies, and I won’t hurt you”
>”You… fwend? You hewp fwuffy get nummies?” it bleats
>It begins to laugh, forgetting you just tossed its leader at least a few hundred feet into the air

>Your pregnant new friend leads you to an old building, with armed guards
>You take them out with the 30-30 from a distance away, and wait a while for the investigation to cease
>You put the dam down, and tell it to hold on a second
>”Nuuu! Big poopies!” it mewls and you wonder if the mask will protect you
>You then cringe, when you realize three foals have just been born, and all are accepted by the now mother mare
>Sadly, one of the foals choke on the gas, and only two survive, obviously having a good resistance to the gas in the air
>You consider killing them, but there’s no way you can do that… it reminds you of Mom for some reason
>Leaving a cookie next to the dam, you move out into the building, which hasn’t posted new guards
>The trek to the place is short, but you don’t waltz in the front
>Sine you’re fifteen and you have a special mission, you need to be complicated and hip
>There’s a vent that leads to some box that doesn’t have a working fan
>You’ve seen this in a movie before, so it has to work
>The thin, sheet metal plies easy, and next thing you know, you’re in the building
>”…that was a good one! Remember when we burned those fluffies that one time in that one town, and they hugged each other, setting each other ablaze! Then they ran into the building and burned it!
>”How many died? 12? That’s when we got the nation’s attention on the fluffies, and how we managed to get fluffies protected!”

>They all laugh, but you feel your eyes moistening
> You remember what Reason said
> “We awe compwetewy made fwum hoomans, gweedy hoomans. We awe made fwum hoomans to entwain dem, and make dem feew good. We awe you fawt, and you hoomans awe to bwame”
>So, it was a campaign they waged in order to get fluffies protected
>Humans lit them on fire, and made them run into buildings
>”We’ve made bank on this, and soon, when our fluffy chow makes it out into the bigger cities, we’ll have the government on our strings. They’ll dance for us, as long as we don’t release our bred fluffies out in the cities”
>Further ahead is a vent, which lets you down on the floor, and into what seems to be a production line
>There is green gas here, but the fluffies are all playing along
>A few dead ones here and there, but it’s mainly alive ones, babbling about in pens
>Foals are constantly being fed into a hopper, which leads to a pen full of pregnant dams
>They feed these foals, thinking they gave birth to them
Further along, the chow is being made, and even further, some toys are being produced
>Hard to think that this will cause the end of the U.S
>Hard to think that some kind of poisonous gas comes from fluffy pony shit
>Hard to think that an addictive drug came from Fluffy pony shit
>Maybe you can prevent this somehow?
>You run further into the building, where a lone figure prepares the feed for the fluffs

>”Elaine, What are you doing here?”
>”I’m taking care of these fluffy ponies? Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here”
>…why are you here? Shouldn’t you have just killed all fluffies outside and bailed?
>”I… I’m here because I just wanted to see you again”
>Her face reddens a little, and it’s only now you notice something you haven’t before
>The girls pretty cute, and is seriously a great change of pace from the dead corpses you’ve seen
>Though some of those corpses were kind of cute too…
>You worry about yourself
>Taking the initiative, you walk forward and close the gap, while she only looks down
>You hear fluffies babbling in a pen nearby, and much of it is happy, ignorant fluffballs playing
>Your mask comes off pretty easy, and is greeted by the stench of shit and fluffy pony, and you wish you hadn’t done this
>Next thing you know, your arms envelope Elaine’s figure in a tight embrace
>”I haven’t smelled shampoo in a while, or even seen a girl as alive as you in the past two days”
>”That’s not much of a pick-up line”
>”I don’t know, that last chick I saved liked hearing it a lot”
>The bluff works, and she’s blushing hard
>You like making her feel awkward
>Because you’re 15 and awkwardness is all you know
>At this point, the fluffies are all focusing on you two, until some footprints cease to sound, stopped behind the embracing teens
>”Daddeh! Pway? Sketties?” almost uniformly ring out from the pen
>The three men from before reveal themselves

>”It seems that we stumbled upon our little pawn”
>Your eyes glare at the now staring downward Elaine after you embrace can no longer hold
>”They mean you, Daniel”
>Duhfuq?
>”You know why we’re here? Why this is all happening?”
>”World domination, I’m assuming”
>”Exactly. A world full of nothing but fluffy ponies, and those who love them. A place where spaghetti and fluffy ponies will be abundant everywhere
>”That won’t work unless you keep your fluffy chow production up. Seems like an easy target to anything, really”
>Two men chuckle, but the third, elderly man does not seem impressed
>He looks heartbroken, and deeply pained
>”The fluffy chow isn’t the cause! We just mash up dead fluffies and put in some vitamins in that shit. That was there in order to provide income!”
>You don’t understand, but Elaine just looks down even harder
>”We’ve bred a new generation of fluffy ponies! Each has been spliced with new genes, allowing greater survivability, stronger skin, and the ability to produce a deadly gas through their shit! And it was all thanks to our friend Mulberry here, the scientist behind the entire genetic changes!
>The man seems to feel ashamed, and raises his voice
>”I wanted them to live along humans! Not try and bring the apocalypse! It pains me to see so much death…”
>The man in front produces a pistol, and blows the man’s head off
>The gun then points at you, the man being silent the entire time while his boss explains more
>”The only problem was the strays, the older breeds”

>”They possessed not way to replicate this gene, and would pass down their worthless traits. You and your militia came in, and killed the inferior fluffies. Sure, some of the new ones were killed, but now that there’s fewer fluffies in this town, we can release them into the city and use Yourtown as a breeding center”
>During his passionate explanation, the bodyguard produced remote of some sort
>Now, he presses it, and two doors open up
>Blinking lights come from the doors, and cries of ‘Pway?’ ‘New fwend?’ and ‘Daddeh!’ ring from the door
>”Fluffies with explosives tied to them… you’re just such an original villain”
>”What do you mean?”
>”You revealed you plot, killed the scientist that made this possible, and now have some kind of deadly yet completely easy explosives to fight for you. Every action flick made since rocks were entertainment”
>”I’m sorry I couldn’t impress you, but I don’t care. It works”
>”It never works”
>It never works
>Soon, these blinking lights begin to charge up, yelling ‘huggies! Fwuffy gif best huggies!’
>Your shotgun begins to cough up lead
The fluffies begin to explode left and right due to the bombs being on such short fuses, and the gun shots
>They come out in packs, cohorts, legions even
>You run out of shells, so you pull out the 30-30
>The bullets penetrate through a few fluffies at a time, and the there’s explosions everywhere, with limbs and entrails flying everywhere
>Their blood decorates everything, as does their shit
>These are strays, you notice, because there’s no green gas emanating from their shit


>You put on the mask just in case shit gets deadly
>You throw a spare to Elaine, who also puts it on, and rather quickly
>The fluffballs are getting thinned out, so you take your offensive next step
>You grab one by the tail, spin it and hurl it at the bodyguard
>The fluffy instantly dies, but a bullet from the 30-30 causes an explosion
>The explosion catches the guard on fire, who is now covered in fluffy shit and blood
>He rolls around, catching the fluffies on fire all around him
>The evil villain tries to pat the fire off his friend, but only ends up catching himself on fire
>The fluffies behind the cage instantaneously combust
>Everything is now and slow motion
>You see a fluffy burning, but accepting its faith and just standing there
>There’s an explosive fluffy standing there, who just blows up after his bomb goes off
>One is picking up its leg and trying to put it pack into its joint, only to fail and try again
>Your arm makes contact with Elaine’s, and you run next door
>The machines have begun to catch fire as well
>Out of the corner of your eye, you notice an abandoned foal
>It has light blue fluff, and an icy mane/tail
>You grab it quickly, and book it out of the now burning room, with complimentary fluffy BBQ
>You and Elaine escape through the front door, as the building is engulfed in flames

>”I just wanted to save some fluffy ponies. I didn’t want everyone to die but… people can be so mean. They can be so spiteful against the weak”
>”You’re an idiot I you think you can stop animal abuse. You’re a moron if you think killing people will bring any kind of peace for these things. They’d juts fight amongst themselves, like they did out here”
>”… I guess you’re right. I just wish there weren’t so many of these factories out there”
>”How many?”
>”54 across the U.S, 7 in Canada, a few in some other countries. It’s all backed by PETA and other eco-terrorist groups”
>The two of you walk out to the quarantine zone, where your dad waits with anxiety, as well as her parents
>Before leaving to report to the commander, she gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and you don’t know how to feel
>Reason said that you only liked Elaine because she was the maternal figure in your life, but you now feel like there’s something more to it
>Maybe it the maternal thing was true growing up, but now you might actually like the girl
>You sure as hell can’t get her scent out of your nose, but since all you’ve smelled is death and fluffy shit, there’s no question as to why
>A report goes out to the top brass, and you are promoted through some kind of law as a sergeant
>You now command a small group of militia members in your local town, along with your dad

>Be Lieutenant Daniel, 19 year old commander of the 113th fluffy control division of the National Guard
>It’s not really a military thing, so you aren’t really a lieutenant
>After the events of Yourtown, cities across the U.S had been infested with the new generation fluffies
>You had the most experience with them, so the government decided why not and sent you in a sergeant
>Came out a lieutenant
>Cleansed the cities, and became a fluffy behavioral expert
>Got fluffy population controlled in cities and the wild by having a kid’s hunting season for fluffies, as well as a requirement to receive a hunting license
>They use airsoft
>Fluffy production is now regulated, as this shit can’t happen again
>Destroy and humiliate PETA, as well as many eco-terrorist organizations
>Have stable job by cleansing cities of fluffy infested areas, as well as ridding the world from the new generation of fluffies
>Fluffy abuse is outlawed, but no one really cares at all
>Elaine mans the home front, keeping your stuff at home clean an organized
>Still haven’t decided whether to date her, but obviously it’d be a good choice since she’s the only girls mentioned in the story
>The fluffy foal you adopted is named Reason, and is stronger than most fluffies due to exercise, and being the last new generation fluffy
>Fluffy ponies almost ruined the U.S
>Fluffy ponies almost ruined the world
>Fluffy ponies almost ruined life
>In the end, it was the will of humans that pushed this
>The animals are too dumb to know evil

>In the end, it was human kind that almost killed itself and used fluffies as a scapegoat
>Many realize this, but do nothing because you can’t suppress human nature
>If someone wants to make a fluffy-based terrorist organization, they’ll do it
>You, 19 year old Lieutenant Daniel, decide to write this down
>Elaine helps, and your entire story consists of greater than signs followed by a sentence or small paragraph

Fin

(This was made because I was pretty bored. You can change any part of this, criticize, draw, or whatever. This story doesn’t belong to anyone, but is to be shared around as a resource, or left to die and rot in the archives or something of the sort)

Also, just realise first half of this story I had Yoko instead of Noko under the e-mail field. I need some sleep