Fluffy abuse thread

Fluffy abuse thread

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Boarder dispute 2 coming soon :D Please follow and comment.

And, yea, still waiting to scan in some drawings to add to that tab.

That is so dumb. He is clearly a Mod.

How bout some OC I just drew up at work. Two stupid foals think a male stallion is their mama.

or admin

Flip it right way and maybe.

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Hahah wtf that is hilarious. Stupid enfie babies. Are you gonna draw more?

More cave explorer

Love your stuff.

Yeah I'm gonna draw more stories.

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>Or Admin

You know what a mod is?

Well I think its fucked that we all have to go by the rules but the fucking mods dont.

are you saying an admin cant do the same thing a mod can?

Is this real?

yes, it's from the last thread

Hey there you are. You were completely gone from last night's thread. Had a faggot meeting?

More oc

You're welcome

Welp, congrats user.

You managed to slip an entire fluffy thread.

Comic-chan1 here. Should I dump some classic?

I still have to sort a few dumps I did.

I'm gonna dump the Autismo stories.

>Be me, Autismo Anonson, 23 years old, in a dead end minimum wage job and a crappy apartment in the city
>lifesucks.jpg
>Some days I contemplate jumping right out of my apartment building window, 5 floors down to the ground
>But I'd never really do it. Cowards way out, and I'm no coward.
>But still, life sucks. And it's lonely.
>One day, walking home from the goddamned McRonalds I work for, I spotted one of those vermin fluffies.
>I remember when they first popped up when I was like 19 they were a pretty big deal, and a major pain in the ass
>Nowadays, they're just as common as pigeons, and just as noticed.
>Not many people really care about feral fluffies anymore. Not unless they fuck up they're garden or impregnate they're own fluffies.
>No one cares about fluffies.
>No one cares about that specific fluffy.
>A dirty, wet and sad little runt of the Earth variety and a hideous neon green everything.
>Just looking at it is an affront to the eyes.
>But that day, some one did care
>I grabbed him by the scruff and lugged him up 6 flights of stairs.
>He whined the whole time, but life seemed to have battered him hard enough before I got to him that he was pretty subdued.
>When we got to the apartment, he finally spoke
>"Wan die"
>"Me too buddy"
>I opened the window, and dropped him out
>He didn't scream and didn't cry on the way down
>He hit the pavement hard. It looked painful.
>I posthumously named him "Reminder"
>A reminder that suicide is fucking stupid
>I went to bed, and that was that.

I hope your fluffies die horrendous deaths for looking and actring retarded.
You are good at this, but please be more violent to them. Judging from their looks they would deserve it.

hey comic chan 1 it's been a while

cc2 btw

>Still me, Autismo Anonson, age 23, nothing to live for, but living anyway
>I wake up in the same crappy apartment each morning
>I work the same awful job each day
>And I return to the same terrible apartment each night
>It's a dreadful cycle, and has really worn me down
>Another day passes, and then another, and it's all the same
>Sometimes something interesting happens though, and that's nearly enough motivation to keep me going
>A few days ago I was working the dreaded midnight shift at McRonalds, the worlds most profitable hellhole
>Manager for the night shift is a cunt, makes me do all the grunt work
>"Take out the trash Anonson!" "Fold up some of the patio furniture Anonson!"
>So I do it. It's not worth the terrible wage, but whatever. No reason not to do it.
>While I'm taking out the garbage, it starts raining
>nowthatsjustfuckinggreat.jpg
>I run and toss the bag into the bin, and as soon as I do, I hear an awful cacophony of squealing
>A fucking fluffy herd has decided that a McRonalds garbage bin is the best place to settle down.
>I look in to survey the damage
>Three full grown Earth fluffies, one pregnant, one already a mother, and one who is bigger than the others.
>All of them brown everywhere, but I'm not sure if that's dirt and filth or actual fluff.
>The biggest one, let's call him "Foolishness" starts yapping at me in aggressive baby-speak
>"DUMMEH MUNSTAH HUWT HEWD, SMAWHTY HUWT MUNSTAH!"
>He then charges towards me, but hits his head against the garbage bin wall, and tries to scamper over it.
>I sigh and push him back into the garbage bin just when he manages to get over the rim
>This pisses the little shitrat right off
>"DUMMEH MUNSTAH! YU HEWT BABBEHS! SMAWHTY HEWT YU!"
>ohshitohshitohshit
>I might be a downright assholish fuck, but I'd never harm a baby, not of any variety
>Unless it was a spider. Or a snake. Or a scorpion. I wouldn't hurt most babies.
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>"Just shut up for a few seconds and show me your babies, maybe I can help them!"
>The "smarty" Foolishness, foolishly takes this as a challenge
>"MUNSTAH NU SEE BABEH! SMAWTHY GIB FOWEVAH SWEEPIES TU DUMMEH MU-"
>I cut him off by grabbing him by his filthy scruff
>I feel the scum and trash he's covered in instantly, but I don't particularly care
>"Listen you moronic shit, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already, just show me your babies, and everything will be fine."
>"NU! DUMMEH MUNSTAH WONT HEWT HEWD!"
>He then shits and pisses all over me.
>I won't hurt babies, but assholes who can't accept help. Meh, that's fine.
>I take his tail in one hand, and swing him right into the bins side.
>"SCREEEEEEEE! NU HEWT SMAWHTY!"
>Swing again right into the side of the bin
>"EEEEEEEEEE!"
>And again! And again and again!
>Looking back on it, I don't think all of my anger was even aimed at the shitrat. Just my boss, myself, my crappy life, if I wanted to be really fucking "deep" I could say the whole damn world.
>I stop swinging after about 2 minutes, and I realize he was dead about half a minute into the swinging session.
>I toss him into one of the bins, because I don't want to traumatize the others any more than I already have. They're just stupid, not assholish.
>I look back into the bin, and there are the two fluffies, frozen with fear at the corner of all the trash
>I named the pregnant one "Engorged" and the other one "Bin".
>Bin speaks up first
>"p-pwease nu huwt babehs wike u huwt speciaw fwien ..."
>"Don't worry, I won't. Just, come here."
>"Ded yu gib speciaw fwien fowevah sweepies?" Asked Engorged
>Shit. Do I tell them the truth and have them go fucking catatonic, or tell them a lie and keep this encounter going.
>"No, your... erm.. "Special friend" ran away."
>Both of them started crying in unison
>"SPECIAW FWIEN NU WUB FLUFFEH AN BABEHS? SPECIAW FWIEN WUN AWAY?"
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>I hoisted them both out of the bin and let them down on the ground, both still crying
>Good thing they couldn't put two and two together, given that a shit ton of fluffy blood is all over the side of the bin right above them
>"Alright, you are called" I pointed to Engorged "Engorged."
>"Fwuffy haf name? Fwuffy nebah haf name befoh."
>"Yeah, that's right you little vermin, you have a name now."
>Then Bin speaks up "Me haf name too?"
>"Sure... I'll call you... Bin?"
>"Yay! Am Ben!"
>Cool. They're happy enough now, and they haven't started calling me daddy or anything. That's good, it means I could maybe get rid of these guys somehow.
>"Hey Bin, I'm going to put you back into the... erm... bin, and your gonna have to help me find your babies"
>"Okey! Ben hewp niceh humawn!" It then dawns to her that her babies are still in the bin. "OH NU! BEN NEE FIN BABEHS!"
>"Calm down! Just help me find them!"
>After rummaging through filth for a bit, we find them. Most of them are fine, it seems like the only one that got hurt was a tiny alicorn baby who got his horn knocked off. Good for him, now the other fluffies will accept him.
>I scoop all of the adorable little baby vermin and gently place em on the ground
>Bin and Engorged are overjoyed
>Then Bin speaks up and shatters my enjoyment "HUWWAH FU NEW NICEH DADDEH!"
>Oh. Shit.
>"I'm sorry Bin, but I'm not... I can't... I can't be your daddy."
>Both of the fluffies deflate in mood.
>"Bu why? Yu nu wub Engoweged an Ben?" Said Engorged
>"It's not that, it's just I can't real-"
>SLAM!
>"ANONSON!"
>Oh. Fuck.
(3/4)

I'm lurking from time to time. I were banned last weekend so I couldn't contiboot. Also you're more relevant since you have more comics now.

Some suggestions?

>It's my cunt of a boss. And she's really, really fucking pissed.
>She stomps out of the door and marches right towards me
>Luckily, the fluffies mouths seem to be sealed with terror
>"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ANONSON!?!YOU WERE DUE BACK INSIDE ABOUT FIVE MINUTES AGO!"
>I take a step forward, trying to hide the miserable pighamsters behind me.
>"Well, uh.. I ran into some er... "Fluffy trouble" and I uh..."
>"Fluffy trouble? FLUFFY TROUBLE?!? HOW CAN YOU HAVE FLUFFY TROUBLE?!? YOU KNOW MCRONALDS COMPANY POLICY ON FLUFFIES! KILL! ON! SIGHT!"
>"Which is uhm.. exactly what I did! I sent those abominations straight to Hell! They didn't stand a chance!"
>"Why'd it take you so goddamned long? Fluffies are like oversized but easily crushable flies!"
>It at this moment, that Engorged fucks up
>"NUUUU! PWEASE DON HUWT FWUFFY! AM SOON MUMMAH!"
>Oh. Fucking. Shit.
>Cunt-Lady pushes me out of the way, and see's Bin and Engorged.
>She cocks her head at me and sneers "Oh, so you "Sent those abominations straight to Hell!" huh? Well, I'm seeing two shitrats and a load of chirpers still begging for a ticket!"
>"Please no! I can get them away, just please don't hurt th-"
>STOMP!
>She had crushed Enogrged underneath her boots.
>She let out one final shriek "SCREEEEEE!"
>Not very dignified last words, but for fluffies, it was the norm.
>"NU! NU HEWT ENGOWAWGED! SHE WAS SUUN MUMMAH!"
>Cunt-Lady kicked Bin aside, leaving her babies on the ground, alone.
>"Don't you fucking dare, you cunt!"
>"Or what? You can't do shit. Oh, and you're fired for failing to follow basic company policy."
>STOMP STOMP STOMP
>All the babies were a fine paste on the ground, a bitter end for something that just began
>"NUUUUU! M-M-munstah gib... babehs.. fowevah sweepies... w-wa-"
>Oh no, oh god no
>"Wan die. Wan die. Wan die."
>Cunt-Lady sneered. "Don't worry. You will."
>Cruuuuunch.
>She took her boot and very steadily ground Bin's head into the ground.
>It was over.
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>Epilogue
>I walked back home in the rain, jobless and upset.
>I wanted to punch Cunt-Lady.
>Wanted to fight back.
>But I couldn't
>I was about as effective as Foolishness was
>I sulked my way to bed.
>Same crappy apartment
>Same terrible bed.
>Just another day as Autismo Anonson.

Thanks :D

>Once again, it's me, Autismo Anonson, age 23 and an unemployed lonely loser.
>After losing my job at McRonalds, life somehow got worse than it already was
>I was kicked out of my shitty apartment, and had to sell most of my things to live in an even shittier one.
>Lights are busted, walls are cracked, and gunshots periodically wake me up at night. Apparently there's been a gang war in this area for a while. Some Irish versus Puerto Rican conflict or something.
>Only good thing about this "war" is that I might get caught in the crossfire. "Dying in a botched drive-by" sounds a lot less cowardly than "hurled self out of a window"
>I've been putting out applications and resumes, but no one is taking
>My life consists of waking up in a shitty apartment
>Walking around a crime ridden ghetto, hoping to get shot
>Putting out my worthless resumes to menial part time jobs
>And then going back to the fucking cot I sleep on.
>One day, after receiving another soul-crushing call of rejection from another wage slave minimum wage job, I decided to go for a run
>I ran nowhere in particular
>I ran through the ghetto
>I ran through the inner city
>I just ran. I don't know why. It just made me feel as close to good as I could get.
>Night fell and I was still running away from where I came
>Eventually I got tired. Exhausted all at once. I had to take a lie down.
>I settled myself behind a Burger Queen, and I sat and caught my breath
>"Hewwo mistah, wuld yu wike tu pway wif Pwincess?"
>I turned my head slightly to see a blue Pegasus fluffy with a purple mane
>Hurray. Another fluffy for me to briefly befriend or make acquaintance with before it dies by either my hand or by someone else's.
>"Go away, you filthy fucking shitrat. I've had enough of your kind to last a lifetime." I snapped.
>This scared her and she ran off, crying about "Meanie scary human" in baby speak.
>I didn't give a shit.
>I just felt really tired.
>That's when I fell asleep
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>Falling asleep behind a ghetto Burger Queen
>Not my finest hour or my best decision
>I woke up with no wallet in my pocket, no jacket and a vague feeling I had been violated
>I got up and dusted myself off.
>The aroma of Burger Queen's breakfast "food" made me realize how hungry I was
>That made me realize how much I needed to get home
>That made me realize how lost I was
>Shit. Shit fuck. Fucking Goddamn.
>Lost in the ghetto, with no money, no jacket, no phone which was in the jacket pocket and a loose feeling asshole
>Great. Just fucking great. Fucking fantastic even.
>Life just couldn't get better than this. And sure enough, it didn't.
>Because that's when I heard the clopping of little hooves, carrying little fucking retarded douchebags
>"DUMMEH HOOMAN! DIS ES SMAWHTY WAND NOW! WEAVE AN GIB SKETTIES TU HEWD, OR GO FOWEVAH SWEEPIES!"
>autismalrageactivate.exe
>"I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH EVERYTHING, AND I HAVE FUCKING ALREADY HAD IT WITH YOU!"
>P U N T! HONK HOOONK!
>I kicked the smarty out of the alley into the road, where, while still airborne, it got hit by a massive sixteen wheeler
>I turned around to crying, shitting and pissing flea ridden unnatural vermin who had been hiding behind they're "smarty leader"
>One of the bigger Earth fluffies spoke up first
>"SCAWY HOOMIN MUNSTAH GIB SMAWHTY FOWEVAH SWEEPIES! WUN AWAY!"
>"OH FUCKING NO YOU DONT YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
>I grabbed him by the tail as he ran, and flung him by it into his friends
>He landed directly onto a much smaller
Pegasus, who was instantly crushed beneath him
>The earth pony immediately tried to apologize to his dead friend, not realizing that the Pegasus had taken "forever sleepies"
>STOMP!
>I jumped into the air, bringing both of my legs crashing down on top of him.
>He deflated like a balloon, his front side spraying out blood from out of his eyes, and his backside spraying out shit and piss!
>I proceeded to chase the damned things into a back alley.
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what did you get for?

also suggestions for what? comics? i think red baron would be good, i haven't seen it posted in a while

>No one cared that some crazy guy was chasing after a herd of fluffies with his shoes completely covered in blood.
>No one cares about fluffies.
>I had them all cornered, all frozen with fear, now I could take inventory of them
>One pregnant Earth fluffy, completely bubblegum pink. Horrid to look at, sobbing the most.
>Two Earth fluffies, male, both dirty green. They stood in front of the rest of the fluffies, as if to protect them, but they were shaking in they're spots. They knew how royally fucked they were.
>One Pegasus, completely covered in dirt and shit and blood. She was crying about losing her foals, which had fallen off in the chase, and her special friend, who I assume was the Pegasus that was crushed.
>And the last one, behind them all, shaking in absolute terror, was Princess.
>Just seeing her drove me beserk, more so than before.
>I pointed and roared at her "YOU! I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE LAST NIGHT! SO WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING HERD AND YOUR RETARDED ASS SMARTY FRIEND COME BACK IN THE MORNING TO HARASS ME FOR SPAGHETTI!"
>I grabbed one of the Earth fluffies by the tail, now shrieking and pissing himself. I didn't care. I was already too pissed off to feel anything but rage.
>I swung him by his tail, slamming him to the ground over and over
>"PRINCESS!" WHACK!
>"THIS!" WHACK!
>"IS!" WHACK!
>"ALL!" WHACK!
>"YOUR!" WHACK!
>FAULT!" WHACK!
>After that, I flung the dead fluffies carcass behind me, not caring where it landed.
>Princess then sputtered out some baby talk nonsense about "being a good fluffy from now on" and "smarty special friend was being a big bad meanie, not princess or her herd"
>I took the pregnant fluffy in my hand like a football. She whimpered and shat herself, but no other words were spoken by her.
>I "touchdown" spiked her right down on top of the remaining male.
>A splatter of organs and aborted abominations was all that was left of the two.
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>I stepped toward the two remaining fluffies, both now sputtering and crying about "poor soon mama" and "please don't hurt good fluffies"
>I reached for the Pegasus, when Princess charged and rammed my hand with her head.
>"Princess..." I said sweetly
>She backtracked slightly and choked out a "yes?"
>"YOU JUST MADE IT TEN TIMES WORSE FOR THIS POOR THING!"
>I grabbed the Pegasus by its feeble wings and pulled up.
>She was lifted slightly off the ground before RIIIIP!
>The Pegasus fell to the ground with a thud, now wingless. She began running into the same wall over and over, just trying to escape me
>"Here, let me HELP!" I said, smooshing her right into the wall she was running into.
>Now it was just me and Princess.
>She had backed herself into the corner so far, one would think she would phase through it.
>"Yu... M-Munstah gib aww h-hewd fowevah sweepies."
>"Yes, I did. And it was. All. Your. Fault."
>"Aw of dis.... Pwincess fauwt? Pwincess gib hewd f-fowevah sweepies?"
>"Yep."
>Here it comes. The most delicious part of my insignificant vengeance on a herd of feral pighamsters.
>"W-wa-wa... Wan die. Wan die. Wan die."
>"You do?"
>"Wan die. Wan die. Wan die."
>"Are you sure?"
>"Wan die. Wan die. Wan die."
>I composed myself and began to walk off
>"So do I, but I'm not going to get that satisfaction any time soon. And neither are you."
>I left Princess a broken fluffy, stuck in a frozen "wan die" loop until she starved to death, or until something else got to her.
>It then occurred to me as I was walking away. I was now Autismo Anonson, age 23, lost in downtown. Shit.
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Intermission until we get to Autismo's brothers story

Don't worry friend they have hell in store. Mental abuse, physical abuse, and complete isolation and sadness is in the near future

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>Be me, Retardo Anonson, age 30, self fancied crackpot mad scientist
>I was always the favorite child because of this. My dad always did appreciate hard work over my brothers constant moping
>But enough about Autismo, more about me, and my ultimate creation
>I fancy myself some mixture of Doc Brown and Doctor Frankenstein, and recently my topic of study has been fluffies
>Fluffies die.
>It's quite often
>It's quite brutal
>And it's quite effective in giving me new material to work with
>Because fluffies don't technically have any "animal rights", being a "bio-toy" and all, I can conduct whatever experiments I please
>And my real fascination is the long forbidden and seemingly impossible art of... Re-animation.
>To snatch a dead creature out of the hands of The Reaper, and place it back in the cradle of life
>And because nothings of the table with fluffies, the little vermin, I can experiment as I please.
>Next door to my lab and decent little housing is a fluffy shelter of... let's say "less reputable" status, that provides me what I need for my tests
>The fluffies come to me dead, I don't ask how they died, and the owner of the shelter, Normie, doesn't tell me
>Not that it matters. It's almost always so obvious how he tortured and killed them.
>Burns on a fluffy are very, very hard to hide
>But it doesn't matter. I salvage what I can from the carcasses of the nearly loveable rodents, and begin.
>My first attempt at bringing forth a resurrection was a glorious failure
>Little bugger exploded before it even had its first new heartbeat.
>The second attempt was... shocking, to say the least.
>The re-animated fluffy lived, but it needed to have a battery strapped to its back, and after an hour, it died, and I couldn't bring it back
> My third attempt however, was a rousing success!
>Using only the best specimen, of which I decided to hand pick for once, I created... FRANKENFLUFFY!
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Some openned a thread and I asked shit.

Dumping red baron then.

I've been told it is linked to a few other comics, I wil lexplain later.

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>The brain of the most well behaved Smarty (A contradiction, I know) to fuel the body
>The body of the strongest Earth fluffy to move the brain about
>The wings of the most flight worthy Pegasus (Somehow, it could actually move about an inch or two of the ground by flapping about the seemingly worthless things.)
>And the horn of the first Unicorn I could find. The horns are pretty useless, but I thought it would be neat to have.
>I strapped the stitched together abomination to a car battery, and waited and watched
>The sparks flew, and suddenly!
>"Wh-whew am smawtie?"
>Cue the obligatory "ITS ALIVE! ITS ALIIIIVEEEE!!!"
>I unstrapped it from the car battery and placed it gently down on my work table, face to face with me
>"Why buwnie smeww? Why smawtie
feww weiwd?"
>Right. Now that I had resurrected a fluffy, I had to explain to the fluffy what resurrection is, and the ramifications of bringing something from the dead, and figure out of it actually understands death, and- oh I've gone crosseyed.
>I tried to remember some of the stupid babble that comes from the pighamsters, and finally thought up of the correct termage for death in "fluffy speak"
>"You see, you little adorable abomination, you went "forever sleepies". (God I feel stupid typing that.)
>"Smawtie wen fowevah sweepies? Bu, bu smawtie wakies? Nu am sweepin."
>"Ah, but you were! You were! And so were the other fluffies who you are made of! But now I have brought you back! I truly am a genius!"
>It is now that the fluffy began to realize that although he was awake, he wasn't quite himself anymore.
>"W-WHA HAPPEN TU SMAWTIE?!? WUS WINGIE BEFOW, NOW AM M-MU-MU-MUNSTAH!"
>Ah shite. I forgot. Fluffies hate alicorn fluffies. Maybe I could have left off the horn.
>"NU WAN BE MUNSTAH! MUNSTAH SCAW AWW HEWD, AN SMAWTIE HAF GIB MUNSTAH FOWEVAH SWEEPIES AN BITEH HEWTIES, AN MEANIE HOOMIN GIB SMAWTIE BAD HUWTIES AN! AN! AN!"
>A perplexed look settles across his face. He has realized he had died.
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>Frankenfluffy slumped down,eyes squinted tight in concentration
>"Bu-buh smawtie nu am sweepin? How meanie mistuh gib smawtie fowevah sweepies when stiww wakies?"
>"Okay, let's establish some things, fluffy."
>"Estabwish?"
>"Yes, establish. From now on, your name is Frankenfluffy, and I am your new owner!"
>"Am... Fwankenfwuffy?"
>"Correct!"
>"An? N-nu ownah?"
>"Also right!"
>"Awe yu... nu daddeh?"
>"Uhhh..."
>Now, I don't care much for fluffies. I wanted to keep Frankenfluffy around to flaunt my conquering over nature, but I didn't actually want to raise a semi non-retarded pighamster.
>"YAY! NU DADDEH!" Frankenfluffy then leaped from the table onto my lap, fluttering his wings, slowing his fall
>"Fwankenfwuffy wub daddeh! Daddeh bwing Fwankenfwuffy away fwum scawy fowevah sweepies!"
>Then he hugged my stomach
>Damn it, I may be a self proclaimed mad scientist, but I'm not made of stone!
>"Yeah. I guess I am your new daddy. But you better be a good little freak, or I'm going to make you go back to forever sleepies!"
>He probably would have shat and pissed him self if he could. Thankfully I had removed those functions
>"NUUUUU! PWEASE DON GIB FOWEVAH SWEEPIES!"
>I patted him on the head reassuringly
>"Just calm down and shut up for a bit and I won't. I'll go make you spaghetti or something. Don't fluffies like that?"
>"Yay! Sketties an wakies! Did best lighttime evah!"
>Ugh. I'm starting to go way to sentimental and emotional. Like my brother.
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>EPILOGUE
>Be me, Autismo Anonson, age 23, unemployed sad sack of shit
>I had just slaughtered a shit ton of fluffies in an alleyway, and broke one into a "wan die" loop.
>After finally finding my way to a decent motel, I was able to make few calls, and think about what I've done
>I've grown to hate fluffies, but I went way overboard. I really shouldn't have killed them all. Especially not the babies.
>Ugh. I just need to go somewhere with absolutely no fluffies.
>My know-it-all older brother Retardo doesn't like the things much. I can crash there.
>"Hello? This is Retardo speaking"
>"Hey big bro, I was wondering if you could do me a solid and pick me up from this Motel 86 anytime soon?"
>"Ugh. Fine."
>"Thanks bro. Can I also crash at your place?"
>"Fuckkng what else do you want? A loan?"
>"It would be nice, but no. I just need a place to stay a while."
>"Fine."
>I slept the whole ride to his house.
>We finally got there at midnight, and I got nice and cozy on his couch when I heard it.
>"Hewwo mistuh! Am Fwankenfwuffy! Awe yu nu fwien?"
>God. Fucking. Damnit.

And that's the end of The Anonson family stories for now.

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yes it goes into a wild smarty then the loft, there is also a back story for marble here

No, I think it is a common mistake people do (me include). That are two different fluffies imo.

I was talking about marble, and also I though kepler and marble suffers the same thing as the two red fluffies. Marble and Kepler have in common the Cybergear story, if someone caught it.

cc2 ?

i thought in a wild smarty the red fluffy refers to him self as red baron, didn't know about kepler though
that's not me but i am here

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I think they call himself "red" like all fluffies (how I hate them).

I will check comic again though.

yeah first panel here while he drinks the booze

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Proof that you're a mod

I don't know. It is true it does but I don't feel it same way. Also details on how he de-braided his hair or the other two fluffies bothers me.

K, Boarder Dispute Part 2 is up. For those of you that like comedic abuse, let me know what you think :D

idk, i like the connection, either they are good stories

also to anons in general, i have no idea what kind of background to do for this so im asking for suggestions, gonna add a caption that says "bwutaw"

Legit_Mizard here. Honestly, I've been running out of ideas lately.

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Put literally the least intimidating thing you can think of in the background. Fluffies are babies.

A mother giving milks suits very well.

I will sort my dumps this week, I promise. Then I will ask for the voids to keep being CC1

not this one, he's like jessabelle from scootafluff, he's a cannibal fluffy, he's based off nathan explosion from dethklok so i figured it made sense

This was fucking beautiful.

>The background is a fluffy who got run over by a motorcycle

Thank you. Seems that Autismo just can't catch a break.

lot of effort, but that could be well worth it

Noice

Also, check em