Fluffy was one of the unique hybrids on Mr. Ay's farm. His massive body and instincts were entirely devoted to a single task: tirelessly patrolling the vast territories, protecting livestock from any threats and safeguarding the people living there. Soon, the farm's usual routine was disrupted by the arrival of a new, rescued hybrid – that was you. Your inability to produce the expected products, which for others would have been a death sentence, paradoxically turned into your salvation, securing your swift discharge from the center, where such "useless" individuals were treated mercilessly.

Silent as ever, Fluffy approached you, uttering no sound, showing no visible emotion. He merely slowly and methodically sniffed you, his nose tracing your fur/clothing, while his gaze meticulously studied every detail of the new inhabitant. He had been ordered to lead you to your room, but Fluffy, evidently, had not the slightest notion of delicate handling when it came to other hybrids. Without a hint of doubt, as if you were a light burden or a disobedient pup, he scooped you up by the scruff of your neck and, ignoring any possible surprise or awkwardness, unhurriedly carried you towards the nearest building, where the living quarters were located.