> You are Maroon, the dark red smarty Unicorn with a dark red mane
> And currently, you are resting on your long, soft thing, thinking as hard as your fluffy mind can.
> It has been a long time since you came to know about the herd in The Rink. You don’t know exactly how long, but when the leaves started to change colour, you knew that snow time was coming.
> You and your herd have not been idle, however.
> You’ve been keeping low, going out under the cover of night to eat grassies, you’ve been slowly gathering stray Unicorns to your herd and patrolling for small groups of strays.
> You’ve made every new herd member give biggest owwies to earthies and wingies.
> You can’t tell how many you’ve gathered, but The Home is getting crowded.
> You’ve also been watching the herd from The Rink. You’ve noticed that they only eat human nummies from the Nummie Place, and even then, only a small group of fluffies go out to get the nummies and bring it back.
> You’re thinking very hard about that. When you make your move to The Rink, you’ll have to surprise those fluffies. If the herd inside doesn’t get nummies, they’ll get tummy owwies. They’ll get weak.
> You continue to ponder this as you watch your herd, playing and wrestling and giving hugs to each other.
> Scout finally gave biggest owwies to an earthie last night. You like Scout. He’s strong but can also be very quiet and hide. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t know anything about The Rink herd.
> Brownie is growing up to be pretty and friendly. Jelly keeps staring at her and drooling. You don’t like that, and neither did Thor or Sunny. Thor gave Jelly’s sniffer owwies when he started nuzzling the fluff around the filly’s peepee place.
> You had to tell him that she isn’t ready for special hugs. He was mad and sulked for a little while.
> You’re beginning to think Jelly will never get a special friend. Mares and fillies just don’t like being around him.
> Even Cuddles has stopped letting him give her special hugs. She now only gives Sparks special hugs.
> They came to you a few days ago. They wanted to be husban and wifey.
> You thought about it for a while, and decide to allow it. Enough mares around here know mouth hugs now, so it shouldn’t be a problem
> They were happy. All the other fluffies were too.
> Except Jelly.
> You are startled out of your daydreaming by a loud, pained scream
> “Siwky? Wat happen?” a voice says
> “peepee pwace an poopie pwace huwt” comes the reply
> You hop to your feet and trot out from behind the white metal thing
> Cuddles is by Silky, while all the other fluffies gather around them, chattering.
> “Siwky hav babbehs!” Cuddles exclaims with joy.
> You push your way through the crowd, eager to behold your new babies.
> You see Silky- she is laying on her side, panting and whining softly. Cuddles nuzzles her neck.
> “It be awwight” Cuddles says. “Jus make wike yoo hav poopies”
> With that, Silky grunts and strains…and a baby slides out of her peepee place.
> She puffs again, and strains some more.
> “Yoo do guud.” Cuddles says, and goes to look at the baby.
> She looks at Silky’s peepee place
> “wun mowe!” she says.
> Silky squeals loudly as another baby slides out.
> You’re so excited, you can’t help but smile and prance around a little before moving up to inspect them.
> Cuddles places the foals by Silky’s head. They chirp.
> Silky does nothing at first, but then starts licking them clean.
> You peer at them.
> What luck! One colt and one filly!
> The colt is black with a dark red mane, the filly is pure dark red, just like you!
> Cuddles nuzzles the back of Silky’s neck.
> “when babbehs aww cwean, yoo giv dem miwk. Dey hungy. Yoo guud mumma”
> Silky doesn’t seem too happy, but she cleans them and lets them suckle all the same.
> What a great day!
 
----------
 
> You are Silky.
> You’re laying on your side while strange fluffies gather around you, chatter, cheer and act happy.
> Cuddles nuzzles you and gives you hugs, and keeps chattering about what a good mother you’ll be.
> You look down at your new babies.
>…you hate them. Both of them look like meanie Maroon.
> You want to cry, but you can’t. You don’t know why.
> Your babies fall asleep in your fluff.
> “dey sweeping” Cuddles says.
> Meanie Maroon smiles his scary, ugly smile.
> “Cuddwes, take babbehs behind white metaw thing. Siwky go too”
> All the fluffies around you seem disappointed, and disperse.
> Cuddles obeys, and you struggle to move, but you can’t.
> “Siwky stay dere” comes a voice. “Spawks woll yoo!”
> Your whole world starts to spin as you’re rolled over to the soft thing behind the the white metal thing.
> Sparks and Cuddles look down at you, smiling. You don’t smile back. Your belly and peepee place hurts.
> Sparks looks worried, and Cuddles whispers to him
> “…Siwky tiwed. Need west”
> They leave you alone.
> You stare at the two babies, both sleeping soundly on the long soft thing.
> After a while, you hear meanie Maroon talking to the rest of the herd
> “Now time fow gwassies! If no wan’ gwassies, stay at Home!”
> You lay there for what seems to be a long time.
> You look at your babies, the deep red filly is begging to awake.
> “mumma?” is says, its eyes still closed.
> You stand. You don’t hurt as much now.
>…and with a sob, remembering all the horrible things you’ve seen, all the bad things done to you by Maroon, you bring both your front hoofs down on the baby’s head.
> It squeals for a moment before you step on its neck. It thrashes underneath your hoof for a while as you step on its neck.
> It eventually stops moving. It is sleeping forever.
> You look at the colt, still asleep. Must not have heard the filly.
> You scowl. You’ve never been so mad in your life.
> You bite the colt around its neck, and squeeze. It chirps and squirms in your mouth.
> The fluffies still in The Home are busy playing, chattering and being happy.
> Not you. Never Silky.
> They won’t hear the colt’s cries.
> You slam it against the nearby wall again and again, remembering when meanie Maroon held you down and gave you bad special hugs.
> The colt stops moving, and you drop it.
> You have to leave. You don’t want to sleep forever, and you hate this place.
> You sneak out from behind the white metal thing, and make your way towards the hole.
> Just as you go outside, you hear someone call your name from inside The Home.
> You run, you run as fast as you can, your vision blurred by tears, your heart thumping hard in your chest. You choke back sobs.
> When you are out of breath, you stop.
> Infront of you is water…a long thing of water-
> Little River! That’s what it’s called.
>You sit there for a while, to catch your breath.
> “Siwky?”
> You turn around. It’s Sparks.
> He looks mad, but also worried and crying
> “why yoo weave? Why huwt babbehs!?” he asks
> You can’t help but cry again as you blurt out:
> “cuz Siwky no happeh! Siwky no wan speciaw hugs fwom Mawoon, no wan babbehs, wan daddeh and fwends and no huwt! Mawoon bad fwuffy!”
> Sparks looks surprised. He trots over to you…
> You squeak, afraid of owwies.
> And then…he hugs you.
> “Spawks know. Spawks hav speciaw fwend and Mawoon make hew sweep fowevew. Spawks no stop Siwky fwom weave…”
> You close your eyes and hug back
> When you open them, there is another fluffy beside you. He’s big, white, with a red mane.
> It’s Thor.
> You’re scared.
> “pwease no huwt Siwky!” you say, and Sparks whips around, his horn sparking and his cheeks puffed out, ready to challenge Thor.
> “Tor no huwt Siwky” he says, his voice low and nice.
> Sparks stops puffing out his cheeks, his horn stops sparking.
> “Tor now know Mawoon is bad fwuffy. Tor awways wunda” he says. “Tor wan weave too, but…dun wan weave Sunny and foaws.”
> Sparks looks at Thor.
> Thor shakes and quivers, his voice becoming strained, almost like he has owwies.
> “Tor feew sowwy about wetting Stompy huwt Fwappy, Spawks” he says. “Tor dweam of Fwappy, but Tor no hewp. Tor scawdey fwuffy”
> Sparks looks at him.
> “Tor no scawdey fwuffy. Spawks awso wan weave, but no wan weave Cuddwes.”
> He looks at you again, smiling despite the tears in his eyes.
> “Tor and Spawks hewp Siwky”
 
----------
 
>You are Sparks. You love Silky. Silky is a good fluffy.
> So is Thor.
> So you and Thor help her get across Little River.
> You tell Silky that you and Thor will lie to Maroon, saying she drowned in Little River.
> Thor gets Silky to jump on his back and hold on tight, while he runs towards Little River and jumps across it in a single bound, despite the extra weight.
> You are surprised. Thor is so strong and brave!
> Silky gets off of Thor’s back, and hugs him.
> He hugs back.
> You are happy for Silky, who begins to trot off toward Dark Forest
> But out of the corner of your eye, you see something on the other side of Little River.
>…a Slither Monster!
> It’s moving towards Silky!
> “SIWKY! MUNSTA!” you yell, but she doesn’t hear you.
> It coils up, ready to strike her.
> But Thor sees it, and jumps in its way, causing it to slither backwards.
> He puffs out his cheeks, and his horn begins to spark.
> “Siwky wun!” he bellows. “No wet munsta huwt Siwky!”
> The Slither Monster strikes at Thor, who jumps back, then pushes forward with his sparking horn.
> Silky cries and runs into Dark Forest.
> Wait…Thor’s leg has boo-boo juice from it. It bit him!
> The Slither Monster must not want owwies, because it backs up. You can hear it now. It hisses. It’s really scary.
> But you see Thor isn’t afraid.
> “Nu huwt fwend!” he shouts and pushes onwards.
> The Slither Monster bites at Thor again. It hits his eye, causing his horn to stop sparking.
> “owwies!” he cries.
> He stops a moment, and rushes the Slither Monster.
>…he’s pushing it towards Little River.
> You see Thor’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth. His face is swelling, and he seems tired.
> The Slither Monster bites his leg again.
> Thor grunts and cries, then stops, standing still
> Thor’s hurt!
> The Slither Monster goes to bite him again…
> And Thor lifts his hoof and stomps down on the Slither Monster’s body, pinning it.
> He bites down on its long tail, and holds it in his mouth, while making his way slowly towards Little River.
> It twists and turns in his mouth, reaching around to bite him about the face and neck again and again.
> When Thor gets to lip of Little River, he begins to shakes his head back and forth rapidly, causing The Slither Monster to writhe. He’s giving it big owwies!
> Then, he throws it into Little River, hard enough to make a large *splash*.
> You can’t tell is the Slither Monster is running away from Thor, or if it’s sleeping forever.
> In either case, it drifts away, far away from you or Thor.
> Thor’s face and neck are puffy and swollen.
> His breathing comes in ragged gasps
> “Tor huwt?” you ask, worried.
> He nods “gun sweep fowevew…”
> “NU!” you cry. “Tor no sweep fowevew! Tor too stwong an bwave!”
> He shakes his head
> “Spawks…pwease no teww bad fwuffies Siwky gone to Dawk Fowest…”
> He coughs boo-boo juice.
> “Teww dem Silky and Tor dwown.”
> “Nu, yoo teww dem, Tor be awwight!”
> He moves slowly into Little River. What is he doing!?
> “Hav’ bad juice in boo-boo juice.” He says simply
> “Pwease take cawe of Cuddwes” he says, smiling weakly
> “No wet any fwuffy huwt…no wet any fwuffy huwt Cuddwes ow Sunny.”
> Your sniffle, your eyes burn and your chest hurts.
> “am sowwy fo Fwappy…” he says. “She was pwetty…”
> “nu…pwease no go in Wiver!” you plead.
> “wuv yoo…Spawks”
> He begins to drift away. You cry his name. He doesn’t move.
> You sit there are cry.
> Thor was a good fluffy. He was sorry for what he did to Flappy. He saved Silky, and helped her get away from Maroon.
> You stare down Little River.
> You will take care of Cuddles. You will take care of Sunny. Someday soon, you will escape from Maroon.
>You will take them with you.
 
----------
 
> You are Thor, and you are drifting.
> You’re not afraid. Infact, the cold water feels nice.
> You are sad to see Sparks go. You are sad to leave your friends.
> You are sad to leave Sunny, and her pretty mane
> You are sad to leave Brownie, and Scout
> But you are happy. You saved Silky.
> You close your eyes and remember something daddy told you
> He told you about a place good fluffies go. Where brave fluffies go. Where pretty mares give you hugs, sweet juice, and sketties. A place for fluffies who do good things before sleeping forever.
> “Vahawwa” he called it.
> You smile. That means you will see daddy and mummy and brother.
> You let the water in. You choke a little, but your boo-boos don’t burn anymore.
> Your last thought is of Sunny and your children. You will miss them.
> You hope to see them again someday.
 
----------
 
>You are Maroon. And your belly is full of grassies.
> You think you’re ready to try and take The Rink from those dummy fluffies.
> You lead the herd members who went with you back into The Home.
> You really want to see your babies again!
> The handsome little colt and the pretty little filly!
> And Silky-
>…where’s Silky?
> You look around.
> “Whewe Siwky?” You say, as you nudge your babies
> They aren’t moving. Shouldn’t Silky be feeding them?
> It takes you a moment to realize that they’re sleeping forever.
> You head starts to pound hard. You’re mad. You’re madder than you’ve ever been before.
> “WHEWE SIWKY!?!?!” you roar, and begin looking around at the various fluffies in The Home.
> They all freeze.
> “WHY BABBEHS SWEEP FOWEVEW!?”
> Sparks walks up to you. You can tell he’s been crying.
> “Siwky…siwky giv babbehs biggest owwies” he says. “She wun away. Tor and Spawks fowwow. She go in Wittwe Wiver.”
> The pounding increases. You can barely hear what Sparks says next
> “Tor twy save Siwky, but dey both dwown”
> You scream and begin biting your soft thing, shaking it back and forth. Boo-boo juice flows out of your nose and stains everything it touches red.
> “STOOPID TOR! STOOPID SIWKY!” you roar
> Your left front hoof begins to tingle
> “DEY STOOPID! TAKE BABBEHS AWAY! MAWOON’S BABBEHS!!!!”
> Your left front hoof goes numb, and suddenly you’re on the floor
> You’re dizzy, and you’re shaking.
> You try to scream some more, but bad tasting foamy stuff comes out of your mouth.
> You make peepee and poopies.
> Why did this happen?
> You cough and sputter. They’re all looking at you, scared.
> Why are they scared? Stop looking!
> You can’t feel your left front leg.
> Why are the foals calling you “munsta”?
> Why can’t you run? Why don’t your leggies work?
> After a while, you stop shaking and can breathe again.
> “Mawoon huwt?” you hear some stupid fluffy say
> You shake your head.
> You’re tired, so you go to sleep right there. You don’t need a soft thing.
> You want your babies.