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- The Fluffy Prophet
- >You are an electrician, and you are freezing your balls off.
- >Who the hell does construction on a theme park in December anyway?
- >At least the pay is good. Not too many jobs in the winter, and it seems like everyone and their brother got hired to do this place.
- >But, man almighty, this is one of the weirdest jobs you’ve ever had to do.
- >Everything’s flat and level, and all the buildings have foam walls on the lower half
- >All the outlets are covered by spring loaded outdoor enclosure, even the wall outlets in offices.
- >And everything is conduits. Not a scrap of wire left behind the walls without shielding.
- >Something about "Wall spaghetti" whatever that means.
- >A bit odd, but the customer gets what they want.
- >Today, you’re finishing the high voltage lines coming in from the substation that the city put in for this place.
- >All that sweet nuclear power coming from Perry just warms your heart.
- >Looks like everything checks out here, and it’s about time to throw the switch.
- >One last check for anything left in the substation. Ladders, tools, lunch boxes…
- >”Hi mistah! Nummies?”
- >Fluffy ponies…
- >You briefly consider flipping the switch anyway and letting the critter roast, but your kid has one of these things and they’re not all bad.
- >Instead you pick him up by the scruff and hold him to eye level.
- >”Nuuu!” he squeals, furiously pedaling his legs in the air. “Dun huwt fwuffy!”
- >”You realize how dangerous places like this are?” you ask the ball of fluff. You turn him back to the substation, then back to your face.
- >“You would have been vaporized. Annihilated. Exploded.”
- >”Esp-wode?” says the fluffy. “Wha dat? Soun fun! Fwuffy wan espwode!”
- >You really don’t have time to argue with a fluffy pony, so you set him down on the ground and boot his fluffy butt away from the substation.
- >”You big meanie munster!” whines the fluffy. “Jus wan nummies!”
- >”Yeah, well I want a blow job,” you retort. “You can’t everything you want. Now scram.”
- >The fluffy blows a raspberry at you and wanders off across the muddy plain.
- >After locking the fence, you pick up your cell phone and give the power station a call.
- >”Yeah, we’re ready here,” you tell the station. “Area’s clear, secure, and ready for power.”
- >You’ve been doing this job for as long as you’d care to remember, and you still get a thrill every time you get to power one of these beasts up.
- >It’d be better if that fluffy wasn’t tugging on your pant leg.
- >”I thought I told you to get lost.”
- >”No get in metaw pwace!” he says.
- >”Stay out of there, you idiot!” you reply. “Did you want to die?”
- >”Bu hewd in dere!” he says.
- >…wat.
- >Actually, watt. A whole heaping few thousand kilowatts power through the station with the force of a trillion electrons just aching to do work
- >It’s only a moment before the screams of a dozen ferals reaches your ears and the stench of burnt fluff reaches your nose.
- >Smells like rabbit, actually.
- >Luckily, these newer substations are fault tolerant for such things.
- >A small pop sends four flaming foals from somewhere within the substation.
- >One lands at your feet, chirping and crying as it tries to escape the flames.
- >”Fieh no gud fow babehs! Fwuffy gif hugs! Put dem out!”
- >The fluffy launches himself over to it and tries to hug the flaming foal.
- >Smothering flames with your body doesn’t work when you’re covered in flammable material.
- >The fluffy is soon engulfed in a flames of his own.
- >Instead of running in panic, he simply sits down and stares up at you.
- >What a serene little fluffy; accepting death like a Buddhist monk.
- >”Dis onwy da beginin’" he says, as the flames ignite the fat beneath his skin.
- >”Da end wiww come fow us aww.”
- >…this fluffy is apparently receiving some sort of enlightenment on his pyre.
- >”It wiww end da onwy way it can,” he continues, as the flesh melts from his face.
- >“Fwuffies wiww dwon in da fiehs, an earfs, and wa-was. Aww faww down. Aww wiww pewish."
- >The charred body of the fluffy slumps to the ground and falls silent
- >Freakin’ spooky
- >”Yo! Donnie! What’s the hold up?” calls your co-worker. “Help us get this shit wired. I’m freezing!”
- >You walk away, but can't help looking back at the charred fluffy staring back at you with empty eye sockets.
- >Freakin’ spooky
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