>Walking home in the evening.
>Travel past an alley between two brownstones.
>See a closed cardboard box with a bright pink label on the top.
>At first, you think it's a lost package, but the box isn't damaged.
>You read the label: 'please give her a good home'.
>You open the box.  A cream-colored fluffy unicorn is sleeping inside.
>She startles awake.  “Yay, no mo' dawk!  Cweam no wike dawk!  Cweam wuv dad-” she stops, looking up at you.
>”Who you?  Whewe daddy?  Whewe Cweam is?”
>She toddles around in her box, calling for her daddy.
>You pick her up.  “New fwiend?  Know whewe daddy is?”
>You check her neck for a collar, but find none.  She giggles, thinking you're tickling her.
“How did you end up here?”
>”Daddy take Cweam and put in dawk scawy box, den vwoom vwoom noisies!”
>Another abandonment.
>”New fwiend take to daddy?  Wan sgettis!  Cweam hung'y!”
>You consider dropping her back in the box and walking away.
>Something nags at you, though.
>Unlike most fluffies you see, this one is clean and well taken care of.
>You wonder why she was abandoned.
>”Wan' daddy, pwease!  Cweam wuv daddy, miss daddy!”
>Her owner must have had some reason to get rid of her.
>A reason she will never understand.
>”Wes' go home!  Cweam show new fwiend to daddy!”
>You consider your options.
>You could leave her here and hope someone picks her up.
>If you do, she will likely die of starvation, if she doesn't freeze to death first.
>She may get killed by the stray dogs that live in these alleys.
>Or she'll be taken by one of those sadistic bastards that torture these things.
>The adoption center is out.  You've been in there.
>She will certainly die a horrible death in those filthy, overcrowded cages.
>You could take her home with you, but you've never even had a pet before.
>She's hugging your chest.  You look down at her.
>”New fwiend not daddy, but save Cweam fwom scawy dawk!”
>You don't really have the money and time to feed her or keep her safe.
>Or the space to let her run around.
>She looks up at you with bright blue eyes as you think.
>”Wuv new fwiend too!”
>Sigh...you can't leave her out here.
“You're gonna be okay, Cream.”
>You've decided to do the best you can.
>”Cweam okay!” she bleats, hugging you with all the strength her stubby limbs can muster.
“I'll make sure you won't go hungry.”
>”No hung'y!  Sgettis!  New fwiend wuv Cweam!  Cweam happy!”
>You place your hand on her head as she snuggles close to your chest.
>”Wuv petties!  New fwiend so nice to Cwe-”
>There is a tiny pop.  Her little body goes limp against you as her neck breaks.
>You place the body in a trash can nearby.
>In a city choked with fluffies, this is what passes for mercy.
 
Author's note:  Written in the setting of Fluffy Writer's "Fluffy City".  While a lot of fluffies are going to die horribly, you'll also get people like this anon.