Wake up suprise

>Fluffy is sad because you recently punished it in the sorry box.
>It's feeling unloved.
>"Pwease daddy! Wet fwuffy sweep wif daddy? Fwuffy wuv you!"
>"You know the rules. You sleep in you're bed in the safe room."
>"Pwease... Fwuffy no wan awone."
>Try to persuade it to sleep in its own bed.
"Oh, come on, you like your bed. All those pretty blankets! So soft and warm!"
>"Wawm... wike fwuffy bed. But WUV daddy bed! Pwease? Onwy one time."
"Ugh... okaaayyyy... fine! But only for tonight."
>"Yay! Fwuffy wuv you daddy! Gif huggies!"
>Go to bed with fluffy in tow.
>You would prefer it stay on the other side of the bed, but it's insistent on cuddling.
>Still, the fluff is comfortable, and you quickly fall asleep.
>Wake up. Smell Thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen.
>Walk downstairs.
"Mmmm that smells delcious Mom!"
>The whole family is there to greet you.
>"Finally you woke up. Now we can eat!" Dad says with relief.
>He grabs the carving knife and moves toward the turkey.
"Oh please, dad. Let me do the carving. You just sit back and relax."
>They're guests, they shouldn't need to do that.
>Begin carving.
>Make cuts into the legs and wings.
>Nothing seems to want to come off.
>You end up having to use your hands to twist each limb off the turkey.
"Dang. They just didn't want to let go haha!"
>Look down, you're hands are covered in blood.
>The smoke alarm goes off, its hurting your ears it's so loud.
"What the hell??"
>Everything starts to go blurry.
>You wake up.
>Back in your room.
>Check the clock, it's only 3:15, the alarm hasn't gone off.
>There's still blood on your hands though.
>Start to freak out.
>Wait a minute, where's your fluffy?
>Panic even more.
>Pat your hands around the bed, lift up blankets and sheets looking for it.
>You see a wad of blankets shivering at the end of your bed.
>Hear sobbing.
>Finally lift up the complex mesh of blankets.
"OH MY GOD?!"
>"Pwease! No huwt fwuffy! Fwuffy sowwy!"
>Fluffy is laying there caked in blood, its legs are all missing.
"What the hell happened?!"
>"Da-daddy... take weggies... fwu-fwuffy yeww make daddy s-s-stop... daddy no stop. Miss weggies...pwease gif weggies back?"
>You must have acted out your dream on the fluffy, pulling and twisting off its legs one at a time.
>The smoke alarm was the yelling of your fluffy pleading for you to stop.
"I'm so sorry!! Here let daddy make you better!"
>"Fwuffy no wan sweep wif daddy no mo'..."