The Box

The Box

 

>you are a fluffy

>well, one of many fluffies, to be exact

>see, you live with a whole bunch of other fluffies

>they are more of them than you have weggies, seeing things, and a mouth, in total!

>so that’s quite a few!

>now, all of you live in a great big box

>the greatest, biggest box there ever was!

>seriously, this box is huge

>all of you fluffies can fit inside it, and you’re sure you could fit even more and still have a place for poopies and sleepies!

>it’s the bestest box in the whole world

>you love the box

>you’re sure the box loves you too!

>sometimes you give special huggies to the box, just to let it know how much you love it

>you’re not sure if the other fluffies do the same, but it would be nice of them

>I mean, the box deserves everyone’s love

>it’s helped you all so much

>through poopies and saddies, the box was always there

>today, you’re playing with your other fluffy friends when you feel wawas on your nose

>wawas?!

>they’re bad for you!

>you try to run away from the wawas falling from the sky, but they’re too fast!

>you can’t run fast enough!

>why is the box not helping you?!

>WHY HAS THE BOX FORSAKEN YOU?!

>suddenly, through your tears and crying, you stop feeling the wawas

>you look up, and see that the box is closing at the top!

>it’s dark now, but there aren’t any wawas anymore

>you’re still a bit saddy

>you don’t like the dark

>it scares you

>but then, from nowhere, there’s a bright light!

>a little tiny ball is shining down on you!

>it’s nice, and makes you feel warm

>you have to give your friends huggies just so you can share all those happy feelings

>the box begins to shake and rattle, and you hear some things crunching and whirring

>as soon as you begin to think of panicking, you hear a very nice voice, almost like a human’s, but very different at the same time

>”Rest easy, fluffies. I shall protect you.”

>you smile, and begin to sleep

 

 

>you are Boxtimus Alpha, a mecha, in the year 2571

>fighting off the invading Kolyarn aliens has become a daily fact of live for you

>but you must keep a low profile when not in combat

>when that time rolls around, you transform, your many parts twisting, turning, and grinding to become the shape of a massive shipping crate

>the Kolyarn are none the wiser

>while in this form, a group of babbling organisms that, according to your databases, are fluffy ponies

>they don’t seem hostile, and rely on you for protection, so you allow them to live in a compartment

>you installed a tiny lightbulb and opening and closing doors into it, to give them the organic feeling of ‘comfort’

>but, today, one of the Kolyarn has spotted you, apparently seeing through your disguise

>he rushes up to you, a bladed arm extended

>you quickly turn into your normal robotic form, and dodge roll out of the way

>the Kolyarn trips, and buries his blade into the ground, where it sticks

>seizing the opportunity, you ready your dual swords, and make a x-shaped slice across the Kolyarn’s shoulder region

>you strike circuits, and the arm emits plenty of sparks and a disgusting white goo

>now an arm short and quite a bit faster, the Kolyarn catches you off-guard and tosses your swords away

>he charges you, and begins to crackle and surge with electricity

>the Kolyarn grabs a hold of you, and your optics go dead

>along with that, you feel the fluffy compartment open wide

>you fight through your blindness, driving your pointed fist directly into what feels like the Kolyarn’s face

>with your last bit of strength, on your second wind, you unleash every last bit of power you have, spinning your hand around as though it were a drill, cutting and gnashing

>you begin to collapse with the Kolyarn, when one of the fluffies pipes up

>”We hewp, bawks daddeh! Fwuffies hewp!”

>”Help…? How could…you possibly even know…my true identity…?”

>”We awways know, daddeh. We awways know.”

>”I couldn’t let you. It’s…not safe…”

>”Fwuffies know wha’s safe an’ wha’ isn’t. Eben if fwuffies get biggest ouchies, we nee’ hewp bawks daddeh! Am fwuffy wite, fwends?!”

>a loud cheer emits from the group

>”Fwuffies! GIF BIGGEST OUCHIEEEEEEES!”

>your optics come back to life, and you begin to see a rainbow of fluff pour onto the Kolyarn

>he struggles and flails, but they cling to him like magnets

>his vents clog with all the fluff, and he begins to glow white hot

>”Fluffies! Stop! I can take it from here1 I can’t let you die!”

>a blindingly bright white light pours from the Kolyarn, and begins to flood the city

>one lone fluffy looks at you, and extends a hoof

>just as quickly, he acts like it recoiled, as though he fired a gun, and grins at you

>”Bang, bawks daddeh.”

>with that, the Kolyarn explodes, nearly levelling a near building

>you’re thrown to the ground, and feel your motherboard cooling

>you power down

>when you finally reboot, a fluffy stands above you, and shouts

>”Hewd! Smawty fin’ bawks fwend!”

>all of the old fluffies rush over, and hug your cold metal exterior

>”But…that Kolyarn exploded…I thought you all died.”

>the smarty grins again, and places a hoof on one of your panels

>”Wegends nevah die, bawks daddeh. Fwuffies go in bawks housie now?”

>”…Affirmative.”

>and with that, the rainbow of fluffies head back inside your safe compartments

>you are Boxtimus Alpha

>savior of the human race