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