The Secret Files of Fluff
Disclaimer: the characters used in this disturbingly fluffy story are not mine, my own, my precious…
As my colleagues and I traveled on our quest for ancient documents we our helicopter crash-landed in Paris. As we desperately strove to buy parts from the smelly locals we stumbled upon an old manuscript buried beneath the Opera House. Whe our French guide finished translating what we found we discovered to our horror that these were the long lost documents of fluff! It is my duty to bring ALL ancient writings to the eye of the public, but –and you may thank your lucky stars!- it is not you duty to read this. Several of my closest friends had to be institutionalized after these horrifically fluffy stories were told. The translator died, and I lost my legs (which I found, thank goodness, the next day!) To all who are unfortunate to have accidentally clicked on this fic, I urge you to leave now and never return or face the extreme fluff. There are only a few survivors!