Fluffy Derpy: Chapter 0

>your name is Midnight
>you can't remember much else
>you're somewhere cold
>and dark
>the dark scares you
>in the dark, you can't see the monsters that love to eat fluffies just like you
>that's what daddy told you
>you loved daddy
>but then he started calling you meanie things and giving you big ouchies
>he made your wingie go pop
>it still hurts a lot
>you can't move it without getting big ouchies
>you start to remember what daddy said to you
>"Worthless...die...nothing."
>you can only recall those three words
>they make you feel cold and heavy inside
>you don't want to die
>you just want daddy to love you
>you just want anybody to love you
>when you try to walk out of the dark, you hit your nose off something even colder
>it has a funny smell
>not a pretty smell but not a bad one
>the floor is what smells bad
>there’s squishy stuff and crinkly stuff and it all smells icky
>the floor is only about as big as you
>the rest is the funny smelling walls
>you can hear people outside of the darkness
>maybe they can let you out
>”Hewwo? Hewp Mihnigh!”
>you wait for a few seconds
>somebody’s going to save you!
>you’re glad that you’ll get out of the scary place soon
>you wait some more
>but nobody comes
>
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>you’re not sure how long you’re in the scary place for, but it’s a very long time
>you have big ouchies in your mouth
>every time you call for help, the ouchies get worse and your voice gets quieter
>if this keeps happening, you’ll never get help
>you start to cry
>the dark place is smelly and scary and nobody wants to help you
>you bang your head against the wall
>and the floor shakes!
>you don’t know why, but you get happy
>what you’re doing is working!
>you can get out of the scary place if there’s no floor!
>you smack your head against the walls a few more times
>it hurts, but you have to get rid of the floor
>the floor shakes really hard…
>and you fall against the wall!
>the darkness becomes really bright and it hurts to see
>you look to your right and see a circle of light
>when you walk into it, you find yourself in a dark street
>there’s nothing to see except parked cars
>your owner put you in a trash can and took you to the curb!
>you puff up your cheeks
>the meanie left you here all alone!
>he put you in the trash because he doesn’t love you!
>he doesn’t love you
>doesn’t love you…
>you start to cry again
>why doesn’t he love you? you love him!
>maybe he was just angry
>maybe something bad happened to him and he forgot he loved you
>you turn around and see your house
>you become happy again!
>you can go back home and let daddy know you love him!
>he’ll remember how much he loves you and you can be together again!
>you trot up the steps, and flap your wingies in excitement
>”OWWIE!”
>you forgot about your wingie ouchies!
>massive, breathy sobs escape your mouth
>”The fuck is all this racket?!”
>daddy!
>you try to give daddy a big smile, but you have to much ouchies to do that
>”Why in the fuck did you come back?! I don’t want you here!”
>quickly, remind daddy!
>”B-but daddeh, Mi-Mihnigh wuv oou!”
>you cry while saying it
>”Well, I don’t love you! Now fuck off before I finish you off myself!”
>the words hit you like the sorry-stick
>”D-Daddeh?”
>he smacks you in the face
>”I said leave!”
>”Daddeh, I wuv ouu!”
>he kneels down even closer
>and breaks your other wingie
>”OUCHIES! DADDEH, PWEASE STOP!”
>what happens next is all a blur
>he gives you the biggest weggie ouchie you’ve ever had
>you look and see that it’s gone
>there’s boo-boo juice everywhere
>you beg for it back, but all he does is give you buwnie ouchies
>the boo-boo juice stops, but the pain doesn’t
>you cry and cry, but he just hits you some more
>he comes back with dirty cleaner and dye
>whenever you got dirt on things, that’s what he would use to wash it
>but there’s nothing dirty
>he pours it on you and it burns
>he scrubs and scrubs and he keeps going until you pass out
>you wish daddy loved you
>when you wake up, you take a look at a pony next to you
>she makes the same motions as you
>she even looks like you
>but something’s wrong
>some of her hair is gone and she’s a different color
>you have black fur, and she has grey
>your hair is purple, and hers is yellow
>you look at your hoofsies
>they’re grey
>as soon as you begin to panic, daddy picks you up and takes you outside
>”You see this? This is the dumpster!”
>he throws you in it and you get more ouchies
>”And this is where you’re going to stay! Farewell, you derpy shit.”
>derpy shit
>derpy
>that must be your real name
>and so, you sit in the dumpster, calling for someone to help you
>and a stranger opens the lid