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- >You are a rich bitch and you are walking through your house.
- >You have just hired a replacement for Charles.
- >He starts tomorrow.
- >But for tonight you are finding yourself doing actual labor.
- >Fucking shit is normally beneath you but these are fluffies so you don’t mind.
- >You are leading the herd to the sleep room.
- >”Mommeh!Awexandeh hewp mommeh!”
- >Alexander is helping you get the fluffies together.
- >He is such a good fluffy.
- >When Princess Princess got hurt the other day he was the first to run up and try to cheer you up.
- >He is always running around want to hug you and wanting to help.
- >You have no idea why Sir William Reginald doesn’t seem to get along with him.
- >You hate to keep the maroon fluffy locked up but right now he needs to be separated from the rest of the fluffies.
- > You might have to reset him after all…
- >No! Put that thought out of your mind.
- >Sir William Reginald is abrasive but even he has helped out in the past.
- >He is not a lost cause.
- >But you do need to figure out how your alicorn fluffy keeps getting in his safe room.
- >You just don’t get it, if he is supposed to hate smarties, why does he play with Princess Princess?
- >Oh well, worry about that later.
- >Time to coral these little guys in for the night.
- >”Ok babies, time for beddie bye! Everyone into the safe room.”
- >The fluffies go running into the room in a disorganized mob.
- >They are giggling and laughing.
- >”Awexandeh hewp mommeh! Make gud smawty!”
- >You see the light blue unicorn fluffy with a red mane run into the herd.
- >You quickly lose him.
- >You smile shooing the smiling balls of love into their room.
- >You have the pet beds and blankets spread about, plenty for all.
- >They run and jump about.
- >Some of the poor things are so tuckered out they fall to the floor sleeping where they are.
- >You step through the room and stand next to the windows.
- >Quiet.
- >Now they won’t be scared at night.
- >You walk back out looking back seeing the fluffies giggling and playing.
- >You wish everything could be just like they are.
- >”Good night babies.”
- >You flick of the light and close the door.
- >”Whewe wite go?”, “Why dawk?”, “Zzzzz… coooo….”, “Fwuffy haf bwankie!”
- >The sweet things.
- >You walk to the play room.
- >Only ten dead tonight.
- >How did one hang himself on the tether ball?
- >You gather them up and carry them out to the dead fluffy trash can.
- >You walk back by the safe room and listen to the door.
- >You hear soft snores and mumbles of fluffies talking in their sleep.
- >You smile and start to walk down the hall.
- >You are not looking forward to your next stop.
- >Every fluffy wants love.
- >You know that.
- >Why is he so stubborn?
- >You were getting close to him, so close…
- >But then Charles had to go ballistic and ruin everything.
- >You walk to the open door and check the child gate again, it is locked tight.
- >You look inside the room, he is sitting in front of his pet bed.
- >In the pet bed he has laid down his teddy bear.
- >It lays covered by the blanket.
- >The maroon unicorn sits staring at you, the cork stuck on the end of his hown.
- >Well, at least tonight you don’t have to take Princess Princess out of here.
- >She must have learned how to climb over the fence somehow.
- >He is neither laughing or smiling like the other fluffies.
- >Every fluffy needs and wants love.
- >”And how are you tonight Sir William Reginald?”
- >He doesn’t answer.
- >he sits stoically staring at you.
- >”Sir William, I am sorry-“
- >He cuts you off with a raspberry.
- >You lower your head and walk off.
- >Maybe he should be reset…
- >Maybe he is beyond help…
- >Maybe the vet was right, maybe…
- >You stop and clench your hands into fists.
- >NO!
- >All fluffies need love, even Sir William Reginald.
- >You turn and stride back to his safe room.
- >You look in seeing he has taken off again running in circles around the room.
- >You step over the fence into the room.
- >”I am not giving up on you Sir William Reginald!”
- >He stops in his tracks looking at you with a shocked look on his face.
- >”Go way!” He turns and runs to a far corner away from you.
- >”Why do you hate me!?”
- >He stares at you, “Yoo wie! Yoo hewp bad fwuffy!”
- >Bad fluffy? What is he talking about?
- >”All fluffies are good! All fluffies want love!”
- >”Yoo nuu wub fwuffy! Yoo wan fwuffy wub yoo!”
- >He is making little sparks shoot from his horn.
- >”I made a place for fluffies to play. Here fluffies have fun!”
- >”Yoo make pwace for fwuffy get owchies! Yoo onwy wan fwuffy pway wif yoo! Nefer wook at fwuffy!”
- >You start to walk toward him.
- >He jumps about and runs past you.
- >He is the fastest fluffy you have seen.
- >You look after him, “What can I do to make you happy? Do you want more toys? Do you want more spaghetti?”
- >He stops and stomps, “Yoo meanie meanie meanie! Use sketties make fwuffy do wha fwuffy nuu wan to!”
- >He stares at you with hate in his eyes, “Yoo make fwuffy bad! Yoo make fwuff do bad ting!”
- >”No Sir William! I would never-“
- >”YOO TWY NOA!” He is huffing.
- >Why is he so bad!?
- >You take off in a sprint.
- >He tries to run away again.
- >You do a little dance of trying to cut him off and you finally grab him.
- >”Wet Deadmeat go!”
- >He is wriggling and shaking.
- >He is batting your arms with his hooves.
- >Wow, he is actually hurting you.
- >You grab him hard.
- >Why won’t he listen!? Why does he fight!?
- >Maybe… maybe you should shake some sense into him!
- >You look at his tear stained face covered in anger.
- >You will teach this bad fluffy to be good!
- >Maybe beat some sense into him!
- >You will teach him-!
- >…tear stained face…
- >He is still screaming in rage as you lean over and kiss his nose.
- >He freezes staring at you.
- >You set him back down.
- >He pads at his nose glancing between it and you.
- >Finally he runs off again and hides behind his pet bed.
- >His eyes rise above it and look at you.
- >His eyes look so mean so hurt.
- >”Sir William… I know you don’t believe it but I do love you.”
- >He just stares.
- >You walk back and step over the fence into the hallway again.
- >You look back, he is still staring at you.
- >You idly mutter, “All fluffies need love…”
- >He seems to echo, “Aww munsta am bad…”
- >You walk off down the hallway again.
- >You head to your room and hear crying.
- >You pick up your pace and run to your room.
- >Ever since you bought her as a foal you have let her sleep in the same room as you.
- >Princess princess is in her pet bed.
- >You made her pet bed special.
- >It has extra padding and sits in the sill of a large bay window so she can look out across the yard while she sleeps.
- >You have a ramp going up to it in case she wants to explore.
- >You keep it scented you personally keep it clean.
- >Princess Princess is looking out across the yard crying.
- >You run up and grab her up hugging her.
- >”Whats the matter baby?”
- >She points out the window at a bush, “Make dat weafy ting go way mommeh! Wahhhhhhhh!”
- >You look out and see the bush Sir William Reginald has made into his little club house.
- >”Why do you want me to cut down that bush sweety?”
- >”Wahhhh! Make ting go way! Pwincess Pwincess hate dum dum ting! Huuuu huuuuuu wahhhh!”
- >You set your crying fluffy back down.
- >You grab her brush and come back and brush her fluff.
- >”Its ok baby, mommy will take care of that nasty bush tomorrow.”
- >You hmm a lullaby as you brush her hair.
- >She is still openly crying looking at the bush.
- >”What has got into you honey?”
- >You look out and see dark clouds coming in.
- >”Make bad ting go way! Bwahhhh! *YAWN*… wahhhhh…”
- >Her head slowly sinks as you gently sing to her.
- >She eventually falls asleep.
- >You wipe her nose and her eyes.
- >”Poor thing… Why has she taken a dislike to Sir William Reginald’s bush?”
- >The clouds are getting closer.
- >Looks like you got the sound proofing done just in time.
- >You brush Princess Princess for a few more minutes and place the brush next to her bed.
- >You take your clothes off and climb under your covers.
- >You think about Sir William Reginald.
- >What will it take to get him to be good?
- >He still troubles your thoughts as you drift off to sleep.
- >The sound proofing was done very well.
- >You don’t hear the storm as it slams into your house.
- >You don’t hear the crack of thunder from the lightning that blew out the transformer putting your house into darkness.
- >You don’t know about the Maroon unicorn fluffy with the light green mane walking toward the safety fence.
- >You don’t hear the giggling coming from behind a couch in the room next to the safe room.
- >You drift off enjoying a peaceful sleep.
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