Fluffy thread

I'm still here

Good to know

On with the show, then

I threw the front door open and eyed the walls of my home. Yes, tapping, whispers, but something more to them. I was sure of it. More sounds, begging for me to listen closer, and I would foolishly do as they asked, only growing in frustration as the only result reared its ugly head to spite me again.

I would not have it any longer. I marched straight over to my bathroom and hoped to begin furiously scrubbing my face, desperate to wash myself away. Instead, I was greeted with absolutely nothing. Not a drop to be had. I could feel every muscle in my body clench so tightly I could break my own bones.

What could have possible happened now?! Everyday, something else is coming apart. My body, my home, my mind, all deteriorating like a corpse in a field. My blood boiled and I nearly smashed a hole in the wall as I ground my feet about, dragging myself down to the basement. I had nearly hit the bottom step when a groan followed by a splash caught my ears...

The collapse of the beams did not go unnoticed by the fluffies who decided to stay close by the water pipe.

"Wha dat noise?" one of them asked. A young filly turned to her father and hugged him.

"Daddeh, Cawwie am scawed. Awe dose munstah noisies?" she asked, looking into his eyes for guidance. The maroon stallion was frightened too, but steeled his will.

"Daddeh gon fin' out wha da scawy noise am, otay? Don' wowwy babbeh, daddeh gon be back weaw soon."

"Bu wha if dat noise come fwom munstah?"

"Den daddeh gon gib da munstah foweva sweepies!" the father declared, overconfident in his ability to take on a dangerous threat. He departed the small group to search. His advance yielded him damp, wet feeling air, getting colder and colder as he went through. As the ground underneath his feet felt damp as well, the fluffy noticed that the corridor was becoming more cramped as he traversed it. That felt odd to him. This passage didn't feel so tight before. He strained to move under the weight of the soggy wood, slowing to a literal crawl, before getting stuck.

"Huh? Wai nu can move nu mowe?" he pondered aloud. He pushed, pressed himself against his immobile captor, to no avail. He decided to gather up all his energy and make one last big push against the heavy surface before trying a call for help. Loudly grunting as he heaved, the fluffy managed to free himself. Unfortunately for him, this caused the floor underneath him to fall out from under him. Without even a single breath to cry out in surprise, the fluffy fell into the billowing lake below, submerging himself in water, surrounding him with darkness as he struggled not to suck the cold tendrils of the water into his lungs...

I heard a yell. I heard a yell, a splash, and my mind went over the deep end. I was absolutely psychotic. Downright delusional. Seriously sick. I was out of my goddamned mind and I was going to make this place talk if it killed me. I stormed down the few stairs left and gazed upon the large bulge in the wall adjacent the stairwell. A pipe had burst, and now the wall was swollen like a water balloon that had been overfilled. Something was pushing about inside, faint presses against the surface.

I felt my skull shrink around my own engorged and overzealous brain as I made my way over and examined it. I was soooooooo going to need professional help, and I'd be sucked dry of more of my money, all whilst I was having an episode of serial proportions. I finally let myself go and shouted in pure rage and punted a box nearby, which promptly flew into the wall and opened a two inch hole in the side. Now I had to patch that up. Utterly defeated, I trudged back upstairs, holding my head in my hands and shaking with residual anger as the world whirled around me...