Title:           Deadmeat Chronicles: Bed Time
Author:          BadFicWriter
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First Edit:      Saturday 23rd of March 2013 11:41:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 23rd of March 2013 11:41:02 PM CDT

>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.