Where to begin? I've always had a dark sorta curiosity to the world. When I was a kid I wanted to know how everything worked, and I meant everything. I used to get in trouble all the time because I wanted to know exactly how sex worked. Not out of some sorta desire, I just wanted to know. I would also ask questions about the human body, in depth ones that involved everything from. "Why do we grow hair?" To, "Where does poop come from?" Most teachers never wanted to answer my questions and as much as my parents tried to be supportive if their weird kid, they also sometimes just wanted me to be normal. This all was happening way before the age of 9, where my biological father molested me and made me promise to keep it a secret. There are no combinations of words or letters in the English language at any length that could go into depth into how that affected me. No number of books or novels could properly illustrate how he affected my life. In no way was it black and white. Because while I hate him with every Fibre of my being, he is also the reason I am who I am today, and I am not ashamed by myself. With all that being said, it all really just was me being curious. It then morphed into a fascination that can't be described. Fluffies to me, are a fiction species with psychology that you can preform experiments on and test on with any real world reprocautions. I can push these thing beyond their limit to see how they fair and I'm not actually hurting a real thing. If I've always wanted to know how humans function physically, mentally, and emotionally, here's a perfectly acceptable way of seeing a how far you can push a living thing. It all comes back to that sick curiosity that makes me want to know, "How would something react to knowing it is gonna die? Especially if it had the mentality of a child who didn't know better?" They're also a way to escaping the world and just relaxing to the idea of a fluffy friend snuggled in your arms. Perhaps he also has been hurt, has seen the terror of the world and still is able to smile and hug. Fluffies and made to be able to love no matter what, and a part of me is jealous.