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- The Box 2: Crisis on Box-Earth
- >you are Boxtimus Alpha, guardian of the human race, as well as a handful of fluffies living inside of you
- >being a mecha and all allows for you to safely contain fragile objects in various compartments and hideaways
- >such as, of course, the fluffy ponies
- >your catalogue has no explanation for how they found you, but it does know why they entered your box-form, which you take to hide yourself from invading Kolyarn
- >the fluffy ponies have a deep-seated instinct to go inside of boxes when they lack a human home
- >homes also tend to be large and quadrilateral, much like boxes
- >each room usually also has four parallel walls, like a box
- >fluffies love boxes by nature
- >you’re not sure why
- >they even have a sexual fixation on them
- >you’ve been unfortunate enough to have to collect well over three hundred and fifty point seven samples of fluffy pony ejaculate
- >with this much DNA, you could get to work making clones in no time
- >and you probably should, all factors considered
- >the fluffies helped defeat an invading Kolyarn just a few days ago
- >its vents were clogged, and the fluffies survived the immediate explosion
- >there’s no explanation for how, but one isn’t needed
- >they were the only thing separating you from the same fate as the Kolyarn, and that’s what matters
- >today, however, is uneventful, like the previous few days have been
- >you are maintaining your box form, but keeping a watchful eye out for any trouble
- >the band of fluffy ponies are giggling and laughing as they play, while others huddle in a nearby corner to sleep
- >you’d laugh with them, but you don’t have humor capacitors
- >however, you spot something far above
- >a distant twinkle
- >a star, perhaps?
- >no, stars don’t move
- >and they certainly don’t move that fast
- >nor do they head directly towards you
- >in a flash, you transform into your fighting stance, and leap to the side
- >the object strikes the earth with incredible force, and you are sent flying from the shockwave
- >hopping to your feet, you see that it’s another Kolyarn
- >but it’s different
- >this Kolyarn is blood-red, and has six more arms than you do
- >each is tipped with a different weapon, such as a spear or a sword
- >he’s looking around for you, searching
- >opting to go for a stealth attack, you perform a flying double-stab
- >in a nanosecond, he’s gone
- >your swords stick in the ground to the hilt, and you nearly land on your main components
- >suddenly, a colossal fist strikes you square in the head, and you’re sent soaring into a junkyard
- >you try to speak, but only numbers crackle from your speakers
- >”0110111101101000001000000110011101101111011001000010000001110100011010000110000101110100001000000111011101100001011100110010000001110101011011100110010101111000011100000110010101100011011101000110010101100100…”
- >before you can even get to your feet, the Kolyarn is on top of you
- >he raises two double-edged arms and begins hacking away at your arms, face, and body
- >you feel wires fraying deep in your core, and a warning flashes that ARM UNIT #002 has been disconnected from host
- >just as quickly, one of your optics is cracked and shattered, and a point is driven into your speakers
- >finding unprecedented strength, you drive your remaining arm into the side of the Kolyarn’s head and begin to drill as deep as you can into it
- >the effect is minimal, but the Kolyarn staggers, and that’s all you need
- >you pull the drill out a begin delivering a series of sweeps and crosses, desperately trying to ward him off
- >it barely succeeds, but the Kolyarn is back to his feet in seconds
- >you run as fast as your legs can carry you, grabbing a handful of trash from the pile
- >while running, you open a hatch in your chest and cram the junk in there
- >it’s your power core
- >the more organic fuel you have in there, the more power you’ll have
- >the trash offers a short reprieve, but you’ll need much more than garbage to give you enough power to defeat this Kolyarn
- >suddenly, as though reading your thoughts, you hear the smarty pipe up
- >”Bawks-daddeh! Yuu otay?!”
- >”Hardly.”
- >”You otay? Fwuffies haf toughies! Can hewp!”
- >”Toughies can’t help me with this. Organic material is what I need right now, or else I don’t think I’m gonna win.”
- >you uproot a tree and put in into the compartment
- >temperatures spike in your wires, and your parts begin to move faster
- >”Fwuffies am owganic!”
- >”How do you know what ‘organic’ is?”
- >”Nu mattew! Fwuffies hewp!”
- >”No. If you do this, there’s no chance you’ll survive. Even the explosion wasn’t as dangerous as that.”
- >”Fwuffies nee’ hewp bawk-daddeh. An’ fwuffies GON’ hewp bawks-daddeh.”
- >you sense the fluffies moving from their compartment up, and over, and
- >into your power core
- >”No! Stop!”
- >”Fwuffies hewp!”
- >”Fwuffies hewp.”
- >”Fwuffies! Go! Hewp bawk-daddeh!”
- >your parts start moving faster and faster, electricity crackles across your frame, and you begin to glow red hot
- >”That’s enough power! You can stop now! No more of you need to sacrifice yourselves!”
- >they either don’t hear you, or they ignore you
- >steam begins pouring from all gaps and joints in your system
- >your CPU gets overclocked, and everything around you begins to slow to a crawl
- >”Wet’s wock, bawks-daddeh.”
- >with that, one final fluffy pushes your core to the brink, and your raw power output exceeds the maximum
- >breaking the sound barrier, you dash towards the Kolyarn, and ram your remaining arm through it with the force of a collapsing star
- >the power of your punch creates a tiny tear in space-time, and the Koyarn begins to spaghettify and spiral into itself
- >just as quickly as it starts, it ends, and the tear seals itself
- >you collapse as the power begins to fade, and you rest so that your parts don’t melt from the pure heat
- >as you drift into standby, you hear voices
- >several voices, all at the same time
- >”Hewwo, bawk-daddeh!”
- >”Fluffies? You survived?”
- >”Nu. We take da fawevah sweepies. Check yo’ fiwe diwectowy.”
- >you do as they say, and run through you files
- >when you get to your mainframe, you find a new sub-folder
- >FLUFFY_PONY.zip
- >their collective conscience was uploaded into your SSD?
- >”Dat’s wight!”
- >well, seems they can read your thoughts now
- >you transform into a box, and hear laughter and giggling
- >”Fankies, bawks-daddeh! Fwuffies can pway now!”
- >you transfer the .zip into your Box Form drive
- >and, this time, you really do begin to power down
- >right before you notice a brand new file appear
- >FLUFFY_SEMEN(91).bat
- >oh boy
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