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- >Walking home in the evening.
- >Travel past an alley between two brownstones.
- >See a closed cardboard box with a bright pink label on the top.
- >At first, you think it's a lost package, but the box isn't damaged.
- >You read the label: 'please give her a good home'.
- >You open the box. A cream-colored fluffy unicorn is sleeping inside.
- >She startles awake. “Yay, no mo' dawk! Cweam no wike dawk! Cweam wuv dad-” she stops, looking up at you.
- >”Who you? Whewe daddy? Whewe Cweam is?”
- >She toddles around in her box, calling for her daddy.
- >You pick her up. “New fwiend? Know whewe daddy is?”
- >You check her neck for a collar, but find none. She giggles, thinking you're tickling her.
- “How did you end up here?”
- >”Daddy take Cweam and put in dawk scawy box, den vwoom vwoom noisies!”
- >Another abandonment.
- >”New fwiend take to daddy? Wan sgettis! Cweam hung'y!”
- >You consider dropping her back in the box and walking away.
- >Something nags at you, though.
- >Unlike most fluffies you see, this one is clean and well taken care of.
- >You wonder why she was abandoned.
- >”Wan' daddy, pwease! Cweam wuv daddy, miss daddy!”
- >Her owner must have had some reason to get rid of her.
- >A reason she will never understand.
- >”Wes' go home! Cweam show new fwiend to daddy!”
- >You consider your options.
- >You could leave her here and hope someone picks her up.
- >If you do, she will likely die of starvation, if she doesn't freeze to death first.
- >She may get killed by the stray dogs that live in these alleys.
- >Or she'll be taken by one of those sadistic bastards that torture these things.
- >The adoption center is out. You've been in there.
- >She will certainly die a horrible death in those filthy, overcrowded cages.
- >You could take her home with you, but you've never even had a pet before.
- >She's hugging your chest. You look down at her.
- >”New fwiend not daddy, but save Cweam fwom scawy dawk!”
- >You don't really have the money and time to feed her or keep her safe.
- >Or the space to let her run around.
- >She looks up at you with bright blue eyes as you think.
- >”Wuv new fwiend too!”
- >Sigh...you can't leave her out here.
- “You're gonna be okay, Cream.”
- >You've decided to do the best you can.
- >”Cweam okay!” she bleats, hugging you with all the strength her stubby limbs can muster.
- “I'll make sure you won't go hungry.”
- >”No hung'y! Sgettis! New fwiend wuv Cweam! Cweam happy!”
- >You place your hand on her head as she snuggles close to your chest.
- >”Wuv petties! New fwiend so nice to Cwe-”
- >There is a tiny pop. Her little body goes limp against you as her neck breaks.
- >You place the body in a trash can nearby.
- >In a city choked with fluffies, this is what passes for mercy.
- Author's note: Written in the setting of Fluffy Writer's "Fluffy City". While a lot of fluffies are going to die horribly, you'll also get people like this anon.
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