Fluffy thread pls

Fluffy thread pls

Gonna re-dump before continuing.

>Driving home from fluffy store
>Big box in back seat
>Chirps of "Wuv nyu daddeh!" and "Fwuffy su happy!" coming from box
>Get home
>Take box inside
>Kneel down
>Tip box over
>Shit-tier feeders fall out
>Tons of them
>The whole stock
>A few make owchie sounds, but most take it okay
>Fluffies start to look around
>In a bare room, just them, me, box they came in and two more boxes, with a ramp leading up to each
>Stand back up
>"Welcome home! First we need to get you sorted."
>"If you have hurties, bad poopies or are smarty, then get in the box on the left."
>"The rest of you, get in the box on the right."
>Fluffies start to sort themselves out, few siblings hugging each other before going to opposite boxes
>Help a few fluffies with broken legs into box on left
>Once all fluffies sorted, pick up leftside box and walk out of room
>"Okay, fluffies, we're going to get you all pretty for your new home, okay?"
>Chorus of happy replies
>Get to destination
>"Here we go!"
>Pour fluffies into pot on stovetop
>Inch of water in the bottom
>Fluffies start complaining about wawa
>"Don't worry..."
>Put on respirator
>"Everything will be fine."
>Add hydrogen cyanide pellets

>caw-mun-dawnt pls come back

>Pellets react with water
>Immedeatly turn to toxic gas
>Fluffies complain about not smelling pretty
>Cover pot in plastic wrap
>Symptoms quickly begin to show
>Fluffies having hard time breathing
>Begin to panic
>Try to climb out of pot
>Crying and screaming
>Vomiting on other fluffies
>Gas killing lung tissue
>No oxygen to brain
>Fluffies tripping over themselves and each other
>Loss of motor control
>Slowed heart rate
>Loss of consiousness
>Death
>Take pot out back
>Remove plastic wrap
>Light match
>Hydrogen Cyanide also flammable

>Return to other fluffies
>Grab one at random
>Take knife
>Carve 1 in left side
>"Screeee! Biggest ouchies!"
>Other fluffies start crying
>Put 1 in original box
>Grab another
>Carve 2 in left side
>Fluffies panicking now
>Put 2 in original box
>Grab another
>83 fluffies in total

>Make final preperations for fluffies' new home
>Fluffies mostly stopped crying by the time I'm done
>Take box to new home
>Dump out fluffies
>Another bare room, with two enclosures
>One mostly empty with litterbox in corner
>Other has a heavy metal cube for each fluffy and two lines of tape
>Cameras all over room, linked to my phone and comp
>"Welcome home, shitrats!"
>"Before we get you settled in, we need to teach you how things work here."
>"Firstly, if you hear the words 'roll call', you will form up in lines of five fluffies each, like so."
>Grab closest five fluffies
>Line them up side-by-side
>"Now the next five get behind them."
>Seven fluffies run forward
>Slap the slowest two "FIVE!"
>They saunter back to rest of group
>Five fluffies line up
>"Good. Now can the rest of you manage this, or do I need to break out the sorry stick?"
>Fluffies manage to get in formation
>Three at back worried about not having five in a line
>Let them worry

>"Alright, shitrats, time to learn the rules."
>"Rule one, you will only speak to me when spoken to. Understood?"
>Chorus of "Yus, daddeh."
>"Rule two, I am not 'daddy', I am 'kommandant'. Understood?"
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."
>"Rule three, when you are told 'roll call', you will remain in roll call formation until told otherwise. Understand?"
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."
>"Rule four, you have all recieved numbers. You will learn your number and respond when called by it. Understood?
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."
>"Rule five, you will do everything you are told, or you will get biggest owchies. Understood?
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt."
>"Good. Here we have a motto: 'work makes you free'. Do your jobs and your lives will be easier."
>"Behind you is your sleeping area. You will remain there when you are not formed up for roll call or working.
>"To your right is the work room. File into it and I will explain your jobs."
>Fluffies file into room with tape and cubes
>"When you are working, each of you will pick a cube. When you hear a beep, you will push your cube from one tape to the other.
>"In fact, let's try this now. Everyone pick a cube."
>Fluffies each go to a cube
>"Work starts... now."
>*beep*

>Cubes are just a bit heavy for them
>Not tiring on the first try, but will hurt after long enough
>Takes fluffies about 45 seconds to move cube from line to line
>Beeps timed for every minute
>Screw around on phone for a couple hours
>Noon
>Turn off timer
>"Roll call!"
>Fluffies pile out of enclosure into formation
>Tired, but not grumbling yet
>Go get lunch ready
>Come back with bag
>"Lunch time, shitrats!"
>"Yay, sketties!"
>"Nummies!"
>Place single kibble in front of each fluffy
>"Nummies too smaw..."
>Slap the fucker
>"Rule number one!"
>Finish distributing kibble
>"Eat up, shitrats!"
>Dejectedly eat their lunch
>"Back to work, shitrats!"

>Afternoon shift till 7
>Mostly out of room, but still watching cameras
>Fluffies starting to grumble about "wan pway"
>Some leave to use litterbox
>Get their number
>Dinnertime
>Roll call
>Prepare dinner
>Bring food in one hand, riding crop in other
>"Numbers 17, 38, 53, step forward."
>Fluffies come up
>"Why did you leave your places of work?"
>"Fwuffy neewed make poopies, caw-mun-dawnt."
>Slap with riding crop
>"OWCHIES!"
>Slap other two
>"You will not leave your stations unless told to!"
>"Because of your negligence, your blocks missed a total of eleven trips!"
>"THIS!"
>SLAP
>"IS NOT!"
>SLAP
>"ACCEPTABLE!"
>SLAP
>"Now get back in roll call!"
>Fluffies skitter back to place
>Give four soggy kibbles to each fluffy
>"Eat up, shitrats!"
>Grumbling about yucky nummies
>"Lights out is at ten. You will remain in the sleeping area until roll call tomorrow morning."
>Lock them into sleeping area
>Somehow they scrounge enough energy to play with each other
>Not that they have room to run, with all of them packed in there
>Lights automatically cut off at ten sharp
>Night-vision cameras kick on
>Fluffies crying about the dark and wanting mama
>Goes on for a few hours
>Eventually manage to settle down around midnight
>Little do they know roll call is at four

>"WAKE UP SHITRATS! ROLL CALL!"
>Automated alarm gives fluffies rudest awakening ever
>Sleeping area automatically unlocks
>Fluffies file into formation
>My alarm goes off at 6:30
>Check cameras
>Some fluffies falling asleep in formation
>Bring riding crop
>Come in at 7
>Wake sleepyheads up
>"Breakfast time!"
>Give each fluffy a bottlecap
>Fill cap with water
>Tell them that if bottlecaps not clean every morning, get sorry stick and no breakfast
>"Time to work, shitrats!"

>Long shift for fluffies
>Some crying
>Others toughing it out
>Fluffies failing to push block in time get sorry stick
>Shitting themselves rather than go to litterbox
>Dragging cubes through their own shit
>Get same single kibble for lunch
>A few don't even want to eat theirs, already given up
>One collapses during afternoon shift
>Other fluffy tries to help, gets sorry stick
>Collapsed fluffy gets sorry stick until gets up
>Collapses again few minutes later
>Keep sorry sticking
>Know he won't get up, putting on a scary show
>Take corpse when preparing dinner
>Throw in oven
>82 fluffies left

this is now a dexter thread

>After dinner, fluffies try to make the best of evening
>Some crying for mothers, others try to console
>Get their numbers, they will be leaders
>Hurt them first, the ones that love them will be cowed too
>Still throwing pity party after lights out
>About midnight one fluffy steps on another
>Trying to get to litterbox, but floor covered with other fluffies
>Fight breaks out over floorspace
>Soon, sounds of fluffies shitting out of need, fear and anger
>Smile
>Go to bed

If dubs we stay fluffy

>Fluffies up at 4 again
>Scan camera footage while getting ready
>Two fluffies still in sleeping area
>Sleeping area covered in shit
>Fluffies covered in shit
>Preheat oven
>Bring riding crop to breakfast
>"Why are there two shitrats still in the sleeping area?"
>"Dey... Dey hab foreva sweepies, caw-mun-dawnt."
>Slap with crop
>"That is not an excuse!"
>"Last night there were 82 of you shit-for-brains, and you're not getting breakfast until they are all here!"
>Fluffies staring, scared to leave formation
>"GET THEM IN HERE!"
>Some fluffies head into sleeping area
>Drag corpses to formation
>Most of the bottlecaps are covered in shit from last night
>Give them the sorry stick
>Water the clean ones
>"Good news, shitrats!"
>"Today is Sunday, so you will not be working today."
>Cheers
>Start striking fluffies until they shut up
>"Instead, you will be cleaning the camp."
>"As you may have noticed, you little shitrats leave quite the mess after yourselves."
>"Today you will have the work area cleaned before lunch or you will not recieve 'nummies'. Understood?"
>"Yus, caw-mun-dawnt..."
>"How cwean wowk awea?"
>SLAP
>"BY ANY MEANS NESSEARY! Go!"
>Leave them to eat their own shit
>Toss corpses in oven
>80 fluffies left

...

>Come back at lunchtime
>Fluffies looking downright sick
>One pukes in formation
>Start beating shit out of it
>"No! You are CLEANING the camp today, not shitting it up!"
>Make him eat it
>Feed kibble
>"For the afternoon, you will clean the sleeping area in the same manner. Go!"
>Watch cameras during afternoon shift
>Some fluffies decide to play instead of clean
>Bring crop and barbed sorry stick to dinner
>"Numbers 27, 38, 44, 62, step forward!"
>"You have neglected your duties and left your friends with an unfair share of the burden!"
>Crop three of them
>"Number 38, you are a repeat offender and thus I must take more extreme measures."
>Beat twice with barbed sorry stick
>38 screaming in agony
>"Disobey me again and you will end up in the cooler!"
>Feed fluffies soggy kibbles
>Sounds of fluffies puking all night

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>No rest for weary fluffies
>Two try to ignore roll call
>Get barbed sorry stick
>Most slept on their bottlecaps to keep them clean
>Those that didn't quickly regret it
>Beat another fluffy to death during morning shift
>Toss in oven while preparing lunch
>79 fluffies left
>Distribute kibble at lunch roll call
>"Nu."
>Slow, threatening turn
>Very soft "Excuse me?"
>"Nu wan poopeh nummies, nu wan wowk, wan sketties and pway an AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH WORSTEST HURTIES!"
>"FWUFFY SOWWY! FWUFFY SOWWY CAW-MUN-DAWNT! PWEASE STOP HURTIES!" *cheep cheep*
>Cave fluffy's skull in with barbed sorry stick
>"Anyone else want to comment?"
>No comment
>"Back to work, shitrats!"
>Toss in oven with other body
>78 fluffies left

>Fluffies getting weak
>None of them can push block in time
>Oh, well, more riding crop for them
>Still need to taste their failure though
>Add more water to kibles
>Mostly mush by dinnertime
>Pre-bed conversation centers around "Wan die."
>Oh, they will
>Three more dead at roll call
>Bottlecaps are getting dirty again
>Fluffies chosing to shit themselves in bed rather than start another fight
>Riding crop sets them straight
>Some too weak to drink their water
>Pick them out of formation
>"You six have been working very hard, and like I said, 'work makes you free'."
>"As such, you six get to be good fluffies and have sketties and huggies and love!"
>"Yay!"
>"Wuv yeu, caw-mun-dawnt!"
>"The rest of you: get to work, shitrats!"
>Leave with weak ones and bodies
>Set weak fluffies down away from oven
>Dispose of bodies
>75 fluffies left
>Take the others outside
>May be the first time some of them have seen the sun
>Put in pot
>Add water
>Add hydrogen cyanide
>Add match
>69 fluffies left

Shit man, I wish I could enjoy Text fluffy stories. I just need that visual aid to go along with these. Reading it just so lackluster, its not enjoyable in any way for me and for this thread to be 90% Text story is making this a weak thread. :(

>Two more die during morning shift
>Burn them over lunch
>67 fluffies left
>Lunch getting interesting
>Stronger fluffies stealing kibble from weaker ones
>Three more give out in afternoon
>Cook them before dinner
>64 fluffies left
>Some fluffies not standing in formation
>Give them a smack, but let it slide
>Kibble so close to slush now even weakest ones can eat it
>No more crying at bedtime
>Just cold, oppressive silence

if dubs italianized characters from our childhood

so post images faggot

I could write more graphically, but I enjoy leaving room for the imagination. That being said, can we help this guy out?