Title:           Deadmeat Chronicles: A Hole in the Ground
Author:          BadFicWriter
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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of November 2013 08:51:57 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 20th of November 2013 08:51:57 PM CDT

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>You are leading your growing herd down a sidewalk.
>And you are trying to be as sneaky as possible.
>The two legged monster hidey holes are getting more and more frequent.
>The black path has more metal monsters as well.
>You are walking along a fence row and come to a row of bushes.
>You sniff and don’t smell any snappies.
>You step into the bushes and walk cautiously.
>The herd follows in a single line.
>Suddenly you hear, “Sketties!”
>You turn and see two fluffies running into the yard next to the bushes.
>You start to yell at them, “Nuu! Nuu go in musta-“
>They then disappear into the ground.
>”EEEEEEEEEE!!”, “OWIES! Fwuffy hewt!”
>Your herd breaks and runs to where the fluffies disappeared.
>You run up and see a hole in the ground.
>It is square about four feet on each side.
>You look above it and see what looks like the wonderful stuff the stinky water monster gave you.
>You start to stare at it with your mouth watering.
>”Hewp…. Fwuffy haf owie… nee…”
>One of your herd gets to the edge of the hole, “Fwuffy come fwen! Gif huggies!”
>She jumps into the hole.
>”EEEEEEEE!! Fwuffy hewt! Why fwuffy hewt!?”
>You shake your head snapping out of your little trance.
>You look closer and see that it is not even real.
>It is just a picture, you can’t even smell it.
>Two more fluffies jump into the hole, “Gif fwen huggies! gif fwen- EEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>Your herd starts to shake and cry.
>Pookie has run to his old friends.
>Haze and Next Special Friend are hugging.
>The new fluffies and Bruce are shuffling agitated.
>You shout at your herd, “Nuu go neaw skettie! Am bad!”
>You herd gasps, “Sketti bad? How sketti bad?”
>You walk closer to the hole.
>As you get close to the side you see that there are plastic ramps on either side sloped to the center.
>Between them you see what looks like big pieces of sticks with spikes coming out.
>They are lined up under the end of each slope allowing whatever to go between them.
>You hear whimpering at the bottom.
>You smell the poop and boo boo juice coming from below.
>The bottom is dark and you cannot see it.
>”Owies… fwuffy hewt…”, “Nee huggies…”
>You look around, “Deadmeat fin way hewp fwen!”
>”Yay!”, “Smawt hewp..”
>There is whimpering coming from below as well.
>Your head hurts as you look over the ramps.
>You tentatively pad at the edges and feel how smooth they are.
>You look at the rollie things see the gap between them.
>It doesn’t look big enough for a fluffy to fit through.
>But it has to be, your herd members went through them.
>You think that if enough fluffies jump in maybe you can dig your way out.
>With enough help you can rescue your friends.
>”Wha smawty do?”
>You turn and see Bruce walk up next to you.
>”Deadmeat hewp fwens!”
>Bruce looks down into the hole.
>”Nuu hewp fwens… dey bye bye noa…”
>”Nuu! Deadmeat heaw fwens!”
>”Smawt… hew…”, “Why fwuffy…. Haf boo….boo..”, “wahh….”
>Bruce looks at you, “Yoo dum dum smawty! Dey bye bye fwuffies!”
>You turn and face Bruce, “Deadmeat am smawty! Fin way hewp fwens!”
>Bruce stands and faces you, “Hewd nee smawty! Yoo nuu go bye bye fo dum dum fwuffy!”
>”….huggie…. pwea…”
>You stomp in frustration, “Deadmeat hewp fwens! Yoo go way!”
>Bruce stomps in frustration, “Yoo go bye bye! Hewd haf nuu smawty!”
>He puffs his cheeks, “Bwoos be in hewd wose smawty! Dey wost! Wots fwens go bye bye!”
>”Deadmeat am smawty!”
>”Den be smawty! Nuu wose fwuffy fo dum dum fwuffy!”
>”Sketties!”
>The two of you look over as another fluffy starts to run to the picture.
>”Yoo go back hewd noa!”
>You run up and smack the fluffy on his nose.
>You might have hit too hard as the fluffy is knocked down and starts to skid on the ground while boo boo juice starts to dribbles from its nose.
>He lies crying, “Wahhhhh! Fwuffy jus wan sketties! Wahhhhh!”
>You snap at him, “Go back hewd!”
>He runs back bawling.
>You turn back and Bruce is between you and the hole.
>”Yoo dum dum! Smawty nuu cawe ‘bout fwuffy! Smawty cawe bout hewd!”
>”Wif nuu fwens dey nuu hewd!”
>Haze walks next to you, “Smawty wan Hase gif owies bad fwuffy?”
>Bruce stomps and puffs his cheeks, “Nuu am bad! Smawty be dum dum!”
>You slowly walk in front of Bruce, “Am smawty… yoo mof…”
>Bruce stares at you for a second.
>He then lowers his head and moves out of your way.
>You walk to the hole and look down.
>”Deadmeat hewp fwens!”
>You stare at the slopes.
>You look at the rollers.
>Your head is hurting.
>You can see no way of getting down to help them.
>”Can fwens cwimb?”
>You look into the hole.
>You still can’t see the bottom.
>”Can fwens cwimb!?” You yell.
>It is quiet at the bottom.
>You still smell the boo boo juice, much stronger now.
>Haze is on his belly looking down, “Dat bad pwace…”
>Bruce sits next to you, “Fwuffy am bye bye. Smawty nuu can hewp fwuffy.”
>Bruce stands up, “Yoo am smawty… pwease nuu hewt hewd…”
>He turns and walks back to the waiting fluffies.
>You continue to stare down the hole hearing nothing.
>You know they are no longer alive at the bottom.
>You stomp, “Nnnnnnnnn! NNNNNN! Bad dum dum pwace!”
>You stomp away glancing behind you, “Dum dum howe!”
>You turn and stomp back to the herd, “Fowwow Deadmeat!”
>You walk back to the bushes, “Sketties!”
>You whip around, “Gif dat fwuffy owies!”
>You see Haze and Bruce both descend on a running fluffy and start to bat it ears and nip its nose.
>”Wahhhh! Fwuffy sowwy! Pwease nuu gif sowwies to fwuffy! Wahhhh!”
>It quickly comes back to the herd.
>You stare over the hewd.
>The shuffle under your stare.
>”Fowwow an nuu weave!”
>You turn and lead them away sulking.
>Next Special Friend trots next to you and starts to sing, “Smawty am de bestest smawty de onwy smawty fo fwuffy!”
>”Smawty gud smawty day cawe fo hewd and hewp dem aww de time!”
>You try to tone her out as you sneak along as best you can while stomping.
>You think about the hole.
>You think about the now dead fluffies.
>You don’t want to think that Bruce was right.