Fluffy Garden

Marcusmaximus, August 21, 2015; 18:50 / FB 33142
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FLUFFY GARDEN

>Be kind of a psycho.

>You have adopted eight different fluffies, of all different types and temperaments.
>They have the most beautiful, lovingly crafted safe room ever.
>It's painted to look like a flower garden,
>with a soft snuggly carpet that feels good on their little hoofsies,
>lots of toys and musical instruments for them to play with,
>an individual food dish for each fluffy,
>even their own little TV and radio.

>Your play with your fluffies for hours every day,
>and give them spaghetti for dinner every night.
>You firmly spank them with a sorry stick when they are bad,
>but you always tell them WHY they are getting a spanking,
>and tell them afterwards that you love them and give them a hug.
>Your fluffies are all well-behaved, and adore you unconditionally.
>As far as they're concerned, you're the nicest daddy in the world.

>If only they knew your secret identity...

>Ah, it's that time again already.
>You go up to your room and put on your disguise.
>Aviator goggles, huge ridiculous fake nose and moustache,
>red shirt with a cushion shoved down the front.

>You burst into the safe room with a diabolical laugh.
>"MWAHAHAHAHA! IT IS I, DR. EGGMAN!"

>"NUUUUUUUUU!!!!!" scream all the fluffies. Several of them burst into tears.
>Most of them try to run away, but are so terrified they just run in circles or into each other.
>A couple of them are just too scared to move at all.
>One, a little pegasus, has pooped himself and is just sitting there cowering,
>covering his eyes with his hooves.
>He will be your first victim!

>You pick him up with one hand, and with the other, firmly snap one of his wings.
>He screeches with agony as you drop him on the floor.
>Next, you kick a couple of the fluffies.
>They go flying across the room and slam into the wall, dropping to the ground sobbing.

>You approach of the fluffies who is frozen in fear.
>She winces as you approach, but still doesn't run.
>You take a candy out of your pocket and offer it to her.
>"Would you like to eat this, little girl?"
>Fluffy gingerly takes the candy and starts licking it.
>For a moment, her fear is replaced by joy, as the sugar-coated treat is delicious.
>"TOO BAD!" you shout, suddenly ripping it away from her, throwing it on the floor and stomping on it.
>The little fluffy bursts into tears.

>"AHAHAHAHAHA!"
>Laughing diabolically, you exit the room,
>flicking the nose of a couple of the fluffies as hard as you can on the way out.

>Ah, that was satisfying.
>Quickly, you run upstairs and change back into your normal clothes.
>Three, two, one... and back to the safe room.

>"Fluffies! I heard you crying! Is everything okay?!"

>"DADDEEEEEEE!" sob the little fluffies, running and hugging your legs.
>"Muh-meanie Doctow Eggman came!" gasps one of your fluffies between sobs.
>"He-he gif big ouchies! Fwuffy haf owwwieeeesss!"
>"DADDDEEEE! WAAAAHHHH!"

>You gather up your little fluffies and survey the damage that evil madman has done.
>A poor little pegasus with a broken wing...
>You gently stroke his mane, and give him a makeshift splint,
>lying to him and telling him he'll be able to fly again soon.
>(Well, he'll be able to fly as well as ever. You usually pick him up and run around the house holding him in the air, making whooshing noises.)

>A little fluffy crying because her candy was stolen. You give her a new one.
>All your traumatized little fluffies cuddle up to you, gradually going from terrified and crying to feeling happy and safe.
>You pet them and cuddle them and sing to them.
>"Fwuffy wuv daddee..."
>"Daddee am bestest daddee ever!"
>Your adoring fluffies praise you endlessly as they cuddle around you,
>eventually falling asleep in a big fluffpile that you gently step out of.

>Well, that was fun.
>You realize that you're probably a sociopath, but it's not your fault.
>It's Sega's.
>If they'd just bring back the damn Chao Garden, you wouldn't have to do this IRL.