>You are a rich bitch!
>You are sitting back in your couch.
>Fucking in charge like the rich bitch you are.
>Now you just have to wipe away your tears.
>You were on your way to take care of something, something you really don’t want to do.
>You turned on the TV procrastinating a bit.
>You are watching a TV documentary on rooster fighting.
>They are showing fights that happen in rings.
>”Why are people so cruel…” *sniff*
>If you had your way you would stop all animal violence.
>It is horrible how some people treat other species.
>A rooster is killed and lays on the ring floor.
>Those assholes!
>These animals don’t know any better!
>They force them to fight against their will.
>The rooster that won is strutting around and starts to walk away from the camera.
>It is sad how they-
>A blur shoots from under your couch to the TV.
>You hear a small crunch.
>Cracks appear over your screen as the whole thing flickers to a light blue.
>”Owie! Owie! Owie!”
>You look at the base.
>You see a maroon unicorn with a light green mane at the base of your TV covering his head.
>He has managed to take his cork off again.
>He jumps up and looks around.
>His little cheeks puffed.
>Wow, he has the most intimidating look on a fluffy you have ever seen.
>”Sir William Reginald!”
>He ignores you, “Whewe munsta! Deadmeat gif biggest owchies!”
>He starts to run around looking back at the TV every once in a while.
>Wait a minute… did he just attack what he thought was a rooster?
>“Sir William Reginald, there are no monster here.”
>”Nuu! Deadmeat see munsta! Munsta hewt Deadmeat befo! GIF OWCHIES!”
>Your mouth drops.
>He was attacked by a rooster?
>”Hold on sweetie…”
>You hit a button.
>With fluffies around you have learned to make things readily replaceable.
>The old TV drops into a slot and another rises up.
>Fuck its great to be rich!
>You see the unicorn fluffy focus on the new TV and start to stomp.
>You jump up and run to cut him off, “No! Its ok! There are no monsters!”
>”Yoo wie! Deadmeat see munsta!”
>He is looking past you.
>Is he making sparks from his horn?
>You have never seen such an aggressive fluffy either.
>You turn on the TV and quickly turn it to Discovery.
“The pully has been around for thousands of years…”
>The little guy jumps back still puffing his cheeks.
>You lean down and slap the screen, “See, not real…. They are not a threat to you.”
>He stares at the TV, still with his cheeks puffed and a mean look on his face.
>You can see the little wheels turning in his head.
>You walk back to your couch and sit down watching him.
>He stares at the TV for a long time before slowly walking to it.
>He sniffs a couple of times then swats at it with his hoof.
>He steps back and watches for a minute.
“Another simple machine is the lever and fulcrum…”
>He turns to you and points at the TV, “Wha dat!?”
>”Sir William Reginald, it is not nice to demand.”
>He still stares at you with his head furrowed.
>”That is a TV, it has moving pictures. You can learn from it or just watch something for entertainment.”
>He looks back at it.
>He sniffs it a few more times, he then walks back and sits in front of it staring.
>You watch him for a minute.
>He sits rigidly unmoving with his tail wrapping around his spot.
>You take notice of the horn, it was placed on him by rivets.
>His right ear is shredded, there is a gap in his fluff over his right shoulder with some scar tissue showing, there is a crook in the end of his tail.
>He seems to be a large fluffy, the largest unicorn you have seen.
>Maybe even larger than some of the earth fluffies you have adopted.
>You remember the scar over his right eye from the many times you saw his face.
>You watch on and realize this is the calmest you have seen this particular fluffy.
>Maybe, just maybe you can reach out to him now.
>”Sir William… why do you hate me?”
>He never turns, “Yoo munsta, yoo hate fwuffies.”
>Your heart skips, he answered!
>”No! I love fluffies! I would never hurt you!”
>”Yoo make Deadmeat do bad poopies, munstas gif owies, make Deadmeat go in bad bawks!”
>He turns and looks at you, it looks like he has anger in his eyes.
>He gives you a raspberry then looks back at the TV.
>You are not sure how to respond, “Didn’t you previous owner do that?”
>”Deadmeat nuu haf owneh.”
>”But what about your previous mommy and daddy?”
>He stares for a bit then says lowly, “Munstas gif biggest owchies…”
>What!? His owners were killed!?
>”I’m so sorry… is there anything else you had? Anything you loved?”
>He finally looks at you, “Wha lofe?”
>You are reaching him!
>”Something you can’t do with out. Something that you feel makes your life complete…”
>You think for a bit for something a fluffy would understand, “Something special!”
>He looks back at the TV silently, after a moment he speaks again, “Deadmeat haf speshul fwens…”
>So he can love! All fluffies want love! You knew it!
>”Where they wonderful? Where are they? Maybe mommy can get them for you!”
>You are reaching him!
>He stares intently for what seems forever.
>”So… where are they?...”
>”Munsta gif biggest owchies to Sissy… make Deadmeat gif biggest owchies Charco…”
>Oh my… what has this little guy been through?
>His mean exterior, his naughtiness, the poor guy is just lashing out.
>”Oh you poor dear… what type of monster did these things to you?”
>He snaps around with a cute look of fury on his face.
>Are those tears in his eyes?
>He is pointing at you, “TWO WEGGED MUNSTA!”
>Monsters with two legs? What type of monster would…
>You cover your mouth. Oh no…
>”Are you saying humans killed your friends?”
>He stomps under the couch.
>He comes back out with the cork on his horn.
>He huffs at you, ”Aww munsta hate fwuffies! Deadmeat hate aww munstas!”
>”No sir William Reginald! I do not hate you! I would never hurt you!”
>He stomps out of the room, “Yoo munsta! If Deadmeat nuu get way… yoo gif Deadmeat biggest owchies!”
>Your heart sinks.
>You would never hurt him!
>You spin on the couch and get ready to yell after him.
>You grab the back of the couch and squeeze hard.
>You want to yell after him, tell him you would never hurt him.
>You want to yell how he can trust you.
>You know fluffies just want to love and it isn’t his fault he was hurt.
>Oh the things you want to yell, how he can always be safe with you.
>You will never let harm come to him.
>You would have yelled all those things too.
>Had you not remembered how the TV distracted you from what you had planned today.
>Had your knee not hit the taser you had next to you.