- >It's been three months since you altered Amnesia's programming.
- >She isn't the brightest knife in the crayon box, but she's gained a basic understanding of her surroundings.
- >She won't keep hugging the neighbor's cat after he's clawed her, for instance.
- >She can even take baths without drowning.
- >Of course, she still asks for play, hugs, and spaghetti like regular fluffies.
- >She has become very easy to train. Only poops in the litter box. Only has be told once to stop if she's misbehaving.
- >Doesn't even need to be locked in a safe room. She can handle herself.
- >You're beginning to get curious again, though.
- >You've seen what happens when you don't reprogram a fluffy during the reset window.
- >What happens if you introduce 'coding' that is contrary to the programming they have already?
- >It's time for science.
- >Your intent is to go to the pet store and grab another cheap fluffy.
- >It's winter, however. As it turns out, you don't need to make the trip.
- >Three lost strays are wandering past your house on the sidewalk when you step outside.
- >They quickly shuffle over to you through the snow.
- >”Hewp! Fwuffy cowd! Hung'y! Gif nummies pwease?” they beg you.
- >You examine them, and pick up a steel blue pegasus with a yellow mane and tail.
- >”Gif nummies?” it asks. “Wawm huggies fo' fwuffy?”
- >From their squeaky voices, you can tell that this is the only female of the bunch.
- >You don't want any special hugs to be happening, so you take the pegasus back to your porch.
- >The other two fluffies give chase. “Wai' fo' fwuffies! Need huggies and nummies pwease! Pwease wuv!”
- >You take the pegasus inside and shut the door on the two pleading fluffies.
- >She is overjoyed. “Gif fwuffy wawm! Wuv hooman!”
- >Just like that, she's forgotten about her friends, even though they cry and bang lightly on the door behind you.
- >Amnesia asks about the new fluffy, so you set her down and they give hugs to each other.
- >The stray is 'scolded' for not smelling pretty, but otherwise they get along fine.
- >After giving the stray a bath, during which she almost drowns, you examine her for injuries.
- >Looks healthy, if a bit underfed. You feed her and Amnesia spaghetti.
- >”Fank you! Wuv new fwiend!” she babbles, her mouth full.
- >While they eat, you go find the stun gun.
- >After wiping off the stray's face, you take her away from Amnesia and go upstairs.
- >You take her into what used to be the safe room and shut the door.
- >”Wha? Why Amneesa no come wif new fwiend and fwuffy?”
- “We're going to play a game, just the two of us.”
- >The stray babbles happily, hugging your shins. “Wuv pway! Wha we pway?”
- >You sit her down in the tall cardboard box. She reacts badly.
- >”No sowwy-bocks! No sowwy-bocks! Fwuffy no mean be bad! Fwuffy sowwy!”
- >Looks like her former owner disciplined her quite a bit.
- “It's okay, you're not in trouble.”
- >”N-no sowwy-b-bocks?”
- >You nod, and she relaxes slightly. “We pwayin'?”
- >You nod again and put the stun gun to her head.
- >”Wha dat? Smeww funn-”
- >She jerks and twitches as the current courses through her.
- >You stop the shock. As her eyes go wide and she becomes still, you begin to speak.
- “You hate hugs. You hate playing. You hate humans.”
- >The reset window closes. The stray looks a little dazed as she toddles around in the box.
- >”Whewe fwuffy is?” she asks, not looking up at first.
- >Ah, memories.
- “My house. We were playing a game.”
- >She looks up at the sound of your voice. “Pway...hooman? Wuv! No wuv! Wha?”
- >The stray's face is a mask of absolute confusion.
- >”Wan' pway! No wan' pway! No wike hooman! Wuv hooman! Fwuffy wan' pway! No wan' pway! Wha?”
- >You take her out of the box and watch as she walks around, stumbling occasionally.
- >”Make poopies! Need make poopies!” she suddenly blurts out.
- “I'll show you where to make good poopies.”
- >”Fank-...hooman! Wuv no! No wan'! Hewp! Bad poopies? Wha?”
- >She shits on your floor. “No smeww pwetty!”
- >Having forgotten her dilemma for the moment, she begins to sniffle.
- >”Bad poopies! Fwuffy gon' be in twouble! Hooman no wuv fwuffy!”
- >She blinks at herself.
- >”No wuv hooman anyways! Make poopies wheweeva wanna! No! Hooman fwiend! Wha?”
- >She begins to walk in aimless circles, stopping whenever she sees you.
- >”New fwiend? No! No wike! Wuv! Wha?”
- “Don't you love me, fluffy?”
- >”Wuv! Wuv fwiend! No wike fwiend! Fwiend dumb! No dumb! Wha?” she shouts, her yellow eyes the size of saucers.
- “You made bad poopies, fluffy.”
- >”Fwuffy sowwy! Hooman fwiend! No cawe! Poopies whewe wanna! Hooman dumb! Wuv hooman! Wha?”
- >She collapses to her stomach, trying to cover her head with her forelegs. “Wha? Wha?”
- >You walk out of the room; you'll clean the shit later, but now you want to see how she reacts.
- >”No weave fwuffy! Go 'way! No! Go! Whaaaaaa?” she calls.
- >Her front legs run toward you, but her back legs pull in the opposite direction.
- >Desperately, her wings flutter both at you and away from you.
- >She looks for all the world like she's having a seizure.
- >”Wan'...no...wuv! Hooman dumb fwiend huggies! No wan' huggies! Gif! Wha?!” she bleats.
- >She finally begins dragging herself toward you, all the while screaming 'no wan'!' and 'wha?!'
- >You slowly make your way back downstairs with the twitching stray in tow.
- >”Amneesa miss daddy and new fwiend!” she says, jumping happily.
- >She stops cold when she catches sight of the stray. “Wha? Fwiend wook sickies, fwiend okay?”
- >The stray pulls herself away from Amnesia...then tries to walk toward her.
- >”New fwuffy fwiend? No wan'! Gif huggies! Pway...no! No wan'! Wan'! Wha?”
- >Amnesia is terrified and hides behind your legs. “Why fwuffy say dat, why fwuffy yewwin'? Amneesa scawed!”
- >You pet your sniffling unicorn.
- >The stray pulls herself away from both of you and hides in a corner.
- >Wan' huggies...no wike! Wha...fwuffy...fwuffy wuv! No wan'! Pway? Wha...”
- >Amnesia trots nervously over to her. “New fwiend? Need huggies? Huggies make betta!”
- >The stray screeches at her. “WAN'! NO!” then quietly adds “Wha?”
- >Amnesia cries and hides behind the couch. “Why yeww?! Amneesa bein' nice poni!”
- >You sit down and think for a moment.
- >You notice how the stray suffixes most of her statements with 'wha'.
- >You believe this is an attempt to 'soft' reset herself while her programming sorts out what's going on.
- >It would also appear that a 'hard' reset, done correctly, can seriously interfere with the base programming.
- >Amnesia whines, wanting in your lap. You pick her up and decide to watch the stray.
- >”Amneesa scawed...” she sniffles.
- >The stray is curled up into a ball, trembling. She screams about wanting hugs.
- >Then she screams about hating them.
- “Fluffy, let's play a game.”
- >She turns around to look at you. “Wan' pway! No pway, pway dumb! Wh-wha?”
- >Amnesia is spooked, and hides under a throw pillow.
- >The stray suddenly gets up and begins walking.
- >”Hung'y...need nummies...” She sounds normal, just like when she shat upstairs.
- >You have an idea.
- >You go and get the leftover spaghetti from the kitchen, dump some on a plate, and set it in front of her.
- “Here, I'll give you food.”
- >She beams up at you, then scowls, then stares blankly.
- >”No wan' dis! No wan' hooman nummies!” She walks away, then turns around. “Hooman gif nummies! Wuv hooman!”
- >She turns around and walks away again. “Hooman nummies dumb! No wike!”
- >And then she comes back. “Wuv nummies! Fank you hooman!”
- >This process repeats itself for the next hour, her argument interspersed with 'wha's.
- >Amnesia remains terrified, babbling to herself. She has never seen another fluffy act like this.
- >The stray's stomach growls become louder and louder as time passes.
- >She never manages to get any closer to the plate full of food, however.
- >In fact, she's become so dizzy, she falls over and starts wailing. No words, just noises.
- >You walk over to check on her.
- >”Pwease hewp fwuffy, no! Go 'way, hooman dumb! Wha!” she begs, then scolds.
- >Tears stream from her wide eyes. Her legs thrash in different directions as she runs toward you and away from you all at once.
- >Her stomach growls; she curls up and screams at it. “No wan' hooman nummies! Pwease gif! No! Wha?!”
- >Her whole body begins to shudder. “Scawed! Pwease hewp! No hewp, go 'way gif huggies no wan'! Wha?”
- >She begins to shit again, this time out of fear.
- >Her brain is telling her two different things at once and she has no idea why.
- >Or how to react.
- >Or how to make it stop.
- >”HEWP NO FWUFFY WUV HOOMAN DUMB FWIEND WHAAAAAA!” she screams as loudly as she can.
- >Amnesia shrieks from under the throw pillow about the loud noises and begs them to stop.
- >For her benefit more than the stray's, you grab the stun gun out of your pocket and do a reset.
- “You are a normal pegasus fluffy. You love humans and hugs. You love to play.”
- >The stray regains awareness, stands up, and looks up at you. “New fwiend! Wan' pway?”
- >Then she realizes that something doesn't smell pretty.
- >”Fwuffy do dat? Fwuffy sowwy, pwease no huwt, wuv fwuffy...” she mewls.
- “It's fine, you're not in trouble. Amnesia, come here.”
- >She sniffles, pulling herself off the couch and trotting over. “New fwiend okay? Woud noisies stop?”
- >The stray hugs her. “New fwuffy fwiend! Name Amneesa?”
- >While they reconcile, you go about cleaning up the mess.
- >Once the stray's stomach growls again, she quickly runs over to the plate when she sees it.
- >”Nummies! Fank you hooman!' she bleats, powering through the pasta.
- >After she's done, you give her another bath. She runs and plays with Amnesia as though the past few hours never occurred.
- >”Daddy! Wha new fwiend name?”
- >You look at your fluffy unicorn. The stray stops playing with the blocks and blinks.
- >”Fwuffy haf name? Wha is?”
- >Oh, why not. You think for a moment.
- >”Daddy?”
- >Given the split, almost two-faced behavior you induced in the stray, the choice is obvious.
- “Her name is Janus.”
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