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Alexander
Part 2 of 3

"WEEEGGGIIIIESSS!!! HUUU WHY HUUUU TAKE HUUU WEGGIES!!!" You wiggle your fat, greyish-pink stumps, almost concealed by the fluff around them, as you scream in abject horror.

You instinctively know that your leggies are never coming back.

"Settle down, settle down. Look, the thing is, even though there are a lot of owners ready to love and take in fluffies from here, some of them aren't ready to do that unless we... well, do THIS. It means fluffies are easier to keep an eye on and keep out of trouble."

It's not fair! Sarah loved you with your leggies! Little mummah loved you with your leggies! You need leggies to give huggies- and you give the bestest huggies of ANY fluffy! How could ANYONE not want your huggies?!

"NU FAIW!!! WAN WEGGIES WAN WEGGIES WAN WEGGIES! HUUUUU"

"Think of it like this: before you went to your old mummah, they had to take your lumps, right?"

It's not the same! It can't be! You're a dummy no-lumps-no-leggy fluffy now, you can't do ANYTHING any more! You want to scream and scream at the man even more, but you've already worn yourself out, and the man carries you, crying, to the front of the shelter.

"Here he is. You chose a really good one, very well-behaved. Just keep in mind, they take a while to adjust to amputation, and this one's especially attached to his old owner."

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You spent the whole journey home- what would have been the most exciting moment- sobbing quietly. New daddeh unpacks you from your carrier once you're at the new house.

"Welcome home, Alexander."

You reluctantly look up. The room is big, but you guess this isn't a safe-room- more like the living-room at old housie. Sofas, tables, a teebee, a soft carpet tickling your underbelly.

Daddy stands over a pretty multi-coloured mat he just laid out next to the sofa. Attached to it is a shag black bed; figures hang from a mobile overhead, anchored from a pole in one corner.

"What do you think of the Pillowmaster, Alexander?" New daddy gestures to the setup. Under any other circumstances you'd be thrilled.

"M-miss weggies..."

"Still sad from the amputation, huh? That's alright. I'll just set you down and you can take some time to settle in."

You're rested in the comfy bed. Daddy puts a small litterbox behind. You stare down at your stumps, wiggling them back-and-forth. They're so ugly. You must look ugly too.

"How about I put on some TV?"

As daddy says that, the teebee jumps to life, and is flooded with fluffies- it shows fluffies dancing, singing, playing happily. The show cuts between a group of grown-up fluffies and some pretty babbeh fluffies singing the same song.

Daddy leaves the room. Frustrated, you try to move out of the bed. You don't know where you're planning on going, but you just feel a need to go SOMEWHERE.

"NNFFFF..."

You haul yourself out of the bed and onto the mat in front. You could have run around the entire room multiple times in the same amount of time when you had your leggies. You're just about able to inch forwards, but your stumpies don't reach the floor, so the only way you can move is rocking your entire body forwards and backwards. You make it an impressive distance- almost the length of the sofa- but by the end, you're worn out and gasping for air.

"No, no, no, Alexander!" Daddy hastily lifts you up. "You don't move from here!"

Fresh tears well up in your eyes with those words as daddy sets you back down in the bed.

"Here's dinner. I'm keeping this with the water bowl right in front of you, OK?"

You sniff the food bowl. Inside is some kind of dry, papery substance.

"Oats, with somed dried berries," Daddy says before you can ask. "Eat up."

You take a small mouthful and chew. It's not nice. It tastes dry, like when you tried to eat flowers from the garden one time and got a mouthful of dirt.

"Nu wike dis nummies..."

"Well, um..." Daddy gets a stern look on his face. "You don't have a choice. You have to do as you're told. Understand? My rules."

You've never thrown a tantrum about food. You sometimes complained to Sarah that it had DEFINITELY been longer since the last sketties day than usual, and you complained to big mummah that she didn't moisten and flavour the kibble like Sarah would when you had to stay with her.

This time is different.

"NU WIKE DUMMEH OATS! SKETTIES BETTA!"

Daddy's a big dummy who took your leggies away because he couldn't love you with leggies like every other human. He's taken too much away already, and you're angry that he's taking your delicious nummy special kibble and sketties too.

"DADDEH STOOPI DUMMY MEANIE! HATE'OO! WAN WEGGIES AN WAN SAWAH AN WAN SPESHOW KIBBWE AN' SKETTIES!"

"I'm trying to not punish you on your first day, I know it's hard to-"

"GIF SKETTIES NAO!"

"I WILL HAVE TO PUNISH YOU, ALEXANDER."

"NU CAWE! HATE YU! HATE YU DADDEH! YU MEANIE MUNSTA DADDEH!"

Daddy leaves for a minute, you still rocking back and forth and frantically yelling at Daddy. Then he returns with a large stick.

"This is the sorry-stick, Alexander. This is what you get if you're a bad fluffy."

You know what's going to happen. You want to run away, or cover your eyes, but without your leggies you're surrendered to staring up at Daddy, your vision blurred through tears, as he edges closer.

Then he bends down to your level.

*THWACK*

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! UUHUUHUUUHUUUUUU HUWTIES!!!"

*THWACK*

*SCREEEEEEEE!!!*

"Oh, shit, oh shit, that was too hard-"

The last hit gives you the worstest hurties you've EVER felt! Daddy rushes away again for a moment, returning with a damp white cloth, which he rubs over the bleeding gash on your back.

"I'm sorry, Alexander... I didn't mean the last one to be that painful. But you need to learn to obey Daddy, OK? No tantrums. You eat what I give you. You stay in your bed. OK?"

You nod dejectedly.

"It's been a long day for both of us... how about you finish up your food then we both go to bed?"

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"Alexander?"

You jolt your head at the sound of little mummah's voice.

"Wi-WITTOW MUMMAH!"

You have to hide- you don't know why, but all of a sudden you really don't want her to see your stumpies! You try to shuffle away, but can't without leggies!

"Alexander? Did you lose your legs?"

You freeze in shock as little mummah sees you.

"Y-yes wittwe mummah... huuhuuhuu..." you break down in tears. "Pwease hewp Awexanda!"

She looks down at you with a scary look on her face. "Why would I help you? Do you expect me to love you? You're an ugly dummy fluffy." Your heart breaks.

Little mummah's voice becomes louder and scarier. "HOW CAN I LOVE AN UGLY DUMMY WITH NO LEGS? HOW CAN YOU ASK ME TO DO THAT? YOU'RE DISGUSTING! LITTLE MUMMAH HATES YOU! LITTLE MUMMAH HATES YOU!"

You open your eyes.

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You dream about little mummah, or Sarah, or simply about having leggies again, almost every night from then on. In one, you're a big smarty fluffy with a special friend and babbehs, prancing around in the park and playing with other fluffies.

Those are the highlights of your life.

Most of your day is spent in the bed. You eat, make poopies and watch Fluff-TV. Sometimes it makes you too sad to see fluffies on the TV running around and dancing and giving huggies and taking care of babbehs, but you don't have any way to make it go away until daddy comes home. Some nights he'll rest you on his lap, or the kitchen counter, or on his bed- that's the only time you have company of any kind.

Sometimes you ask daddy for huggies. You miss huggies so, so much.

"Not right now, Alexander." He'll sometimes stroke you to try and make up for it.

Tonight you're with Daddy on his bed.

"Dada...?"

"Yes, Alexander." Daddy doesn't look up.

"Awexanda wan pwessie..."

"You want what? A present?"

You nod. "Awexanda wan mowe dan annifing... can Awexanda haf fwuffy fwend?"

Daddy takes a second to process. "Another fluffy?"

You nod again.

"No."

Your lip droops. "W-wha?"

"I don't have space for another fluffy, Alexander. It's hard enough with just one, and you can't move around even."

"B-bu Awexanda su saddies an' wan mowe dan annifing in da wowd an' wiww be bestest f-"

"It's NO, Alexander, I'm sorry."

Daddy still isn't looking at you. You puff up your cheeks.

"What the hell are you doing."

"DADDEH NU WET AWEXANDA HAF ANNIFING!" you scream. Your stumps wiggle around in circles. "DADDEH TAKE WEGGIES DAT FWUFFY NEE' FO WUN AN' PWAY AN' HUGGIES! AWEXANDA GIF BESTEST HUGGIES, WHY HUUUU DADDEH NU HUUUU WET GIF HUGGIES!?"

Daddy stares at you. For a second you think he's going to get the sorry stick again, but instead he lifts you and carries you back downstairs. Instead of taking you to your bed, he places you back in the darkness of the pet carrier and locks the door.

"Goodnight, Alexander."

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It's the next morning. You aren't home- you're somewhere colder, noisier. You can barely see from inside the carrier.

"Alexander." Daddy's voice beckons you.

"Dadda?"

"Look... here's the thing. I was told that a fluffy would be good for me. I've been in a bad place since I lost my wife and son in an accident. People said having something to take care of would help calm me." Daddy rolls his eyes: "They also said you'd get used to not having legs a lot quicker than this. But, long story short, I don't think it's working out."

"Honestly, I don't think anything's working. To be honest, after this I'm probably just going to go on a long, long drive and then end it all. So here's where I let you go."

Daddy tips you out of the carrier. You're in a street of some kind, or just off it. There's loads of rubbish around- sofas, boxes, metal scraps, surrounded by wooden fencing. Daddy rotates you so you're facing away from all the rubbish, towards a street with a few humans walking and metal munstas racing past.

"Daddeh nu come back? W-wha Awexanda do?"

Daddy's gone before you get a response.

Comments

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LimeLight: Ok honestly, this shit is straight up infuriating. What the fuck is with all these stories filled with humans that just need straight up murdered lately?
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CwinicawDepwession: Oof, tough times ahead lil fella.
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FosterFluffy: Well, that's a very gratuitous horrible fate for a creature that did nothing to deserve it. Not my cup of tea, but carry on.
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TheMonsterBehindMyFace: I missed you Wolfram. Make her suffer.
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TheMonsterBehindMyFace: @TheMonsterBehindMyFace: *him
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ElCuCuyfeo: @LimeLight: Because abuse runs the yard here in the booru, the more these little shits suffer the better. You want hugbox go watch old my little pony episodes.
This ain’t the place for you sunshine
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LORD: This is why you don’t pamper your fluffy, he should be happy that someone wants to take care ot that ungrateful shit stain.
But no! That wasn’t good enough, i hope he dies alone and unloved in that street corner.
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LORD: @LimeLight: don’t like it then go here https://fwuffy.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=list
and stay there if this site triggers you so much
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Anonymous1: The new “daddy” needs to eat the business end of a shotgun lol
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Anonymous2: @Anonymous: lol agreed
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Fiberglass: Now this is good. Showing how banal abuse is. Bitter fluffy tears, without gratuitous screaming or self-gratulation.

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RevMe: I think we also figured out why everyone left this dude.

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RevMe: "accident," sure...
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Anonymous3: The ending is too similar to how droves or real life stupid assholes treat real life pets. Dude doesn’t deserve a quick death.

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RQ: I like how Alexander manages to throw a tantrum in a way that is understandable enough not to hate him for it.

@Anonymous: Indeed :(
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Anonymous4: I LOVE abuse, hell I wish asshole fluffies were real so I could torture them. But this is just gross and unnecessary. When they're hugboxers, this is needless.
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Anonymous5: @ElCuCuyfeo: Abuse is well and good. What bothers people is stupidity. Taking a healthy, happy and well-natured fluffy recently dehomed, pillowing it then dumping it with an apathetic faggot owner is only going to make everyone involved miserable. There's no murder boner for idiocy
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Anonymous6: Poor owner did literally nothing wrong, it's not his fault he has a defective fluffy.

I'm loving this so far, keep up the great work.
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toran: This has been a fun read, let the suffering continue!
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Anonymous7: where the fuck is the third part?
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Anonymous8: Noice. Moar.
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Anonymous9(7): now
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Anonymous10(7): now