Another few bright-times came and went after your discovery of your pretty purple mane, going largely the same as before. Mummah, Bestest, and Green babbeh give you poopies, usually directly onto you, and you would give them lickie-cleanies. Daddeh would do poopies off to the side of you, at least, though even he would sometimes ask you to clean him as well. At least he always asked you nicely, even if it still made you sad anyways.
You thought you had gotten really good at cleaning the poopies off of your familyâs rears, but Green babbeh still hits you as hard as he can, usually in the face, even if you do a good job. Youâre almost as scared of him as you are of Mummah at this point!
You still get heart-hurties whenever Red babbeh ignores you now. Heâs always crying whenever he comes to make poopies, before running away as fast as he can to go get huggies to help him cope with his guilt. Youâve stopped trying to convince him that you forgive him at this point, and usually just lay there in the poopie pile, watching him sadly. He just cries harder whenever you try to talk to him now, anyways.
But even with this abuse, you still try to keep the image of your purple mane in your thinkie-place at all times, always giving you a small bit of joy. The thought anchors you, gives you some sort of purpose. You have to keep existing, if only for your purple mane.
It wasâŚreally all you thought about, anymore. Never daring to leave the poopie pile again, you spend most of the bright-times staring off into space, thinking about it, day-dreaming about what it might look like if you didnât live your whole life covered in poopies. You honestly couldnât even comprehend how pretty it might be in that case. So pretty, so purple, soâŚ
âTake poopies, dummeh poopie babbeh! Gween babbeh hatechu! Hnn, gud poopies!â
It was from one of these day-dreams that you were rudely interrupted, a fresh heap of slimy filth splattering your face, causing you to cry.
âHuuhuu! Wai Gween babbeh su meansies? Am onwy wittow babbeh!â
A hoofsie smacks across your cheek, sending stinging pain throughout you. Whyâd it have to be Green babbeh again? Why?
âShaddup, dummeh! Gween babbeh gud babbeh! Poopie babbeh nu git wuv ow happies! Onwy saddies anâ wowstesâ huwties! Cuz, cuz am dummeh poopie! Dummeh! Gween hatechu!â
Tears well up in your one good see-place, the other one still swollen shut, as your lip quivers. Every time Green babbeh smacks you, he turns around and looks over at Mummah, over there giving big huggies to Bestest, pampering and cooing to her favorite babbeh. Every time he looks back at you, he looks even angrier.
âMummah! Mummah! Wook! Gween babbeh gib dummeh babbeh huwties! Am gud babbeh! Wook!â
Another sorry-hoofsie slaps across your face, Green babbeh not even caring that heâs getting his own poopies smeared across his leggies. All his attention is on Mummah, who continues to ignore him
âHuuhuu! Owwies! HuwtiesâŚâ
You lower your head, covering it with your one good leggie, hoping to lessen the blows from your brotherâs daily onslaught.
âW-waiâŚpoopie babbeh nu unnastanâŚMummah nu gib poopie babbeh huwties when mummah gu poopies, onwy gib meanie wowdsiesâŚGween babbeh gib huwties tu babbeh ebewy timesieâŚGween babbeh meanie babbehâŚâ
A look of pure rage flashes across Greenâs tiny, fluffy face. Oh no, you should not have said that.
âGween babbeh nu! Am! Meanie! Gud babbeh, am gud babbeh! Huu, Mummah! Wook! Am gud babbeh!â
Every time Green brother squeaks out that heâs a good babbeh, another sorry hoofsie lands on top of you, wracking your frail body with pain. Green babbeh wails his hoofsies down onto you, tears of pure rage pouring down his face, interrupted only by his constant looks back over to MummahâŚthis is one of the worst beatings heâs ever given you! Why? What did you do to him? Panic begins to set in as you begin to see stars, the blows not stoppingâŚ
âAm! Gud! Babbeh! Am! Gud! Babbeh! Poopie babbeh am BAD babbeh! Mummah, woooook! Wook at Gween babbeh! Huuhuuuu, pweese wook! Mummahhh!â
You huu-huu loudly, hoping, praying to your pretty purple mane that something, anything makes your brother stop. Boo-boo juice runs out of your nosie, your ears are ringing so loudly, you canât concentrateâŚpleaseâŚyou can just barely see Daddeh Cliff off in the distance, playing with Red babbeh, completely oblivious to the vicious beating youâre currently receivingâŚyou desperately reach a hoofie out to themâŚ
âDaddehâŚhuu, su many owwies! Sabe babbehâŚâ
Then, the assault suddenly stops. You hesitantly open up your see-place, watching as Green babbeh stands transfixed, staring back over at Mummah, drooling. Mummah has finished playing with Bestest, and is letting her latch onto one of her milkie places.
âM-miwkies! Mummah! Gween babbeh cominâ! Wait fow Gween babbeh, mummah! Huuhuu! Am bestesâ babbeh tuuhuuhuu!â
And just like that, you are again forgotten in the muck by everyone. You shudder, barely able to move, your body feeling so not pretty. You wish you could know why Green brother hates you so much. At least your mane still is a small bit of comfortâŚ
âHuuâŚpoopie babbeh hab p-pwetty manesieâŚhuuhuu, pwetty manesie wuv babbehâŚbabbeh wuv manesieâŚgwow big anâ pwettyâŚâ
As you quietly sing to yourself to distract from the pain, the faint smell of milkies wafts over to you. You donât want to, you really donât, but you canât help let your see-place wander, looking over at your family. You try to keep focusing on your mane, but you canât help but be reminded once again of just how awful the poopie pile can be, and of just how horribly hungry you always are.
You see Mummah cooing, petting Bestestâs pretty peach mane as she suckles down as much milk as she can, her already fat body seeming to grow even more. She unlatches with a burp before moving over to the next milkie-place, beginning to guzzle down the rest of the milkies, snorting and huffing in air without stopping her feast. Itâs absolutely impressive how many milkies she can drink, and you canât help but start crying again, wishing that it were youâŚif only Mummah could see your purple maneâŚyouâd be bestest then, you just know it.
âMummahhh! Huuhuu! Gween babbeh wanâ miwkies tu! Am gud babbeh!â
âNu Gween babbeh, Mummah gib Bestesâ - â
âMummah! Wed babbeh hewe! Wook, am dancie babbeh! Gib miwkies anâ wuv?â
Mummahâs attention snaps away from Green babbeh, as she coos in delight at Red babbehâs dance, clapping her hoofsies together with a big smile on her face.
âTeehee, Mummah wuv Wed babbehâs dancie! Buâ Wed anâ Gween babbeh aweady hab miwkies at wakey-timesie. Bestesâ babbeh neeâ mowe, cuz Bestesâ am bestesâ. Mummah gib huggies anâ wuv, buâ nu mowe miwkies tiww dawk-timesie.â
Looking down, Red babbeh sniffles, some tears falling to the floor.
sniffle âHuuâŚotay MummahâŚWed gu pway wif Daddeh CwiffâŚâ
Red babbeh dejectedly waddles away, towards your Daddeh, who seems like heâs looking off at something by the fencie, concern on his face. What is heâŚ?
âHUUHUU! Mummah, Gween babbeh neeâ miwkies and wuv, NAOW! NAOW! MUMMAH!â
Even your Mummah is startled by Green babbehâs outburst, as is Bestest, who lets out a stream of milky scaredy-poopies as she starts sobbing from the loud noises. For the first time, you see Mummah actually angry at a babbeh other than you, as she turns around and gives Green babbeh a not too gentle sorry-hoofsie.
âGween babbeh NU make woud-tawkies at Mummah! Gween babbeh scawe Bestesâ! If Gween babbeh be bad babbeh, den NU git miwkies at dawk-timesie!â
Other than yourself, youâve never seen a babbeh so broken as Green babbeh at this moment. Sobbing, Green babbeh sits on his rump, desperately waving his front leggies around.
âHuu! Chirp! Huuhuu! W-wook, huu! Am dancie babbeh! AmâŚam gud babbeh! Am bestesâ! Dancie, dancie! Huuhuu, Mummahhhh!â
âGween babbeh make Mummah anâ Bestesâ nu smeww pwetty! Neeâ gu git poopie babbeh tu cwean up Bestesâ babbehâs scawedy-poopies, naow! Ow nu miwkies!â
âNuuu! NUUU! Mummahhh! Neeâ miwkies anâ wuv NAOW!â
Green babbeh drops to his belly, shuts his see-places tight, and starts fiercely tapping all four of his hoofies against the ground in an unprecedented tantrum, screaming and crying hysterically at his rejection. Even though he had just spent several minutes beating you down into your mushy nestie, you actually feel bad for Green babbeh. You know the feeling, and heâs still your brother. You canât help but let out a soft huu-huu at how saddies he is. No babbeh should be sad.
Then, a moment later, you hear your Daddeh screamâŚand then everything in your life changes.
âSPECHUW FWIEND! M-MUNSTAH! KITTEH-MUNSTAH! WUN TU NESTIE HOWE!â
Save for Green babbeh, too busy throwing his tantrum, every one of you turn your heads towards the fencie. On top of it, looking down at all of you, is a strange creature, kinda like a big fluffy, but lessâŚfluffy. Jet-black fluff covers it, and big, green see-places watch your family. Itâs kind of pretty, in a weird, terrifying way.
Everything seems to happen at once, but you see a bit of all of it, all with Green babbehâs screams of anger and sorrow echoing around. Daddeh Cliff and Red babbeh both run past Mummah and the others, bolting for the nestie hole.
âHuuhuu! Nu huwt Daddeh Cwiff ow Spechuw Fwiend ow babbehs, nice kitteh-munstah! Nu wan!â
âSpechuw fwiend! Nu weave Mummah! Huuhuuuu! Nu weave Bestesâ! Screee! Kitteh-munstah cominâ! Hewe, Bestesâ!â
Your Mummah reaches down and, with a loud grunt of exertion, manages to heft Bestest babbeh up and onto her back, not even caring that Bestest is soiling both of them with more scaredy-poopies. Mummah is making plenty of scaredy-poopies too, after all. The munstah leaps down from the fencie, landing nearby, before crouching down and inching closer. Mummah turns around and starts trundling to the nestie holeâŚ
âNeeâ miwkies! Neeâ miwkies! NEEâ MIWKIES!â
âŚnot even noticing Green babbeh, eyes shut tight, ignoring everything and still screaming right beside her. She bowls him over onto his side, one of Mummahâs hoofsies accidentally crushing down on one of Greenâs own as she flees with Bestest, a sickening crunch emanating from it.
âSCREEE! WOWSTESâ WEGGIE HUWTIES! Wai, Mummah? Huu, Mummah nu wuv babbeh nu mowe? Wowstesâ huwties, huuhuu! Neeâ huggies!â
Mummah has no time to respond as she just barely makes it to the nestie hole, squeezing inside with Bestest.
âHuu! Su many huwties! Wai Mummah huwt Gween babbeh? Nu wuv?â
Green babbeh desperately looks around, disoriented from the pain, confused as to why no fluffy or babbeh is coming to give him huggies to make him feel better. He quickly notices the reason why.
âScreee! Munstah! Mummah! Sabe babbeh!â
Green babbeh tries to get up, but as soon as he puts weight on his broken leggie, he collapses again.
âSCREEE! Weggie gib wowstesâ huwties tu gud babbeh! Nu faiw! Am gud babbeh! Wai Mummah anâ weggie nu wuv?!â
Green babbeh lays there, sobbing and screeching, as the kitteh-munstah steps closer and closer. Green babbeh aims his rear at it, trying to defend himself even in the midst of his unbearable pain.
âHuuhuu! Nu num babbeh, dummeh! Take sowwy-poopies!â
If he hadnât just relieved himself as much as he could upon you a few minutes ago, maybe Green babbeh would have had a chance. As it is, all that escapes his rear end is a pitiful little fart.
âPoopie pwace nu wowk? Huu, meanie poopie pwace! Huuhuu, pwease mistah kitteh-munstah, nu num babbeh, am onwy wittow - SCREEE!â
You watch in horror as the monster pounces, landing atop its prey as it begins to bat Green babbeh back and forth along the hard floor, smacking him about with its not-hoofsies, claws cutting into your brotherâs body. Boo-boo juice smears about, from both Greenâs broken leggie and the fresh wounds opening up across his fluff.
âSCREEE! WOWSTESâ OWWIES! SCREEE! MUMMAHHH!â
You canât watch anymore. You do what you always do to protect yourself by laying your head down, and covering your see-place with your leggie. You start wailing loudly and pooping in terror too, for good measure.
Scream after scream echoes out, your brother babbling for mercy from the animal that is merely playing with its prey before completing the hunt. Off over at the nestie hole, you can hear your family screaming and crying as well.
âHuuhuu, Gween babbeh hab wowstesâ huwties! Spechuw fwiend Cwiff, gu sabe babbeh! Mummah nu wan meanie munstah num babbeh! Huuhuu!â
âCwiff, C-CwiffâŚCwiff am tu scawedies! Huu! Am su sowwy Spechuw fwiend, am tu scawedies! Huuhuu! Am bad daddeh!â
âSCREEE! SCREEEE! MUMMAH! BIGGESâ HUWTIES! SCREEE!â
âDUMMEH SPECHUW FWIEND, SABE BABBEH! HUUHUU, GWEEN BABBEH!â
âNuuu! Nu wan, nu wan! Tu scawedies! Wed babbeh, pwease sabe Gween babbeh fow daddeh!â
âNuuhuuhuu! Am onwy wittow babbeh!â
You hear a particularly powerful smack ring out from in front of you, and you hear something slide over towards your poopie pile. You canât help it, you open your see-placeâŚ
You see your brother, Green babbeh, covered in so many owwies and so much boo-boo juice, his breathing ragged and throat shredded from screaming, bloody slashes all over his body, as tears stream down his face. Heâs staring right at you, eyes wide from pain.
huff, kaff âPoopieâŚpoopie kaff babbehâŚsabe Gween babbehâŚd-dummehâŚâ
You start to move towards him to give him huggies, to make the hurties go awayâŚbefore you realize the kitty monster is staring at you now. You freeze, making all the scaredy poopies and peepees all over yourself.
âP-pweaseâŚpwease nice munstah, nuâŚnu num poopie babbehâŚnu taste pwetty, am poopieâŚam jusâ poopieâŚâ
The kitty monster leans in closer, its huge emerald eyes staring right into yours, its cute nosie starting to sniffâŚ
Before it retches from the stench of you and the poopie pile, turns back around, and sinks its sharp teeth into Green babbehâs throat. Green babbehâs bloodshot eyes, staring straight into yours, go wide as boo-boo juices spill from his mouthie and his neck, a horrific gurgling noise coming from him. BabbehsâŚbabbehs shouldnât make that noise. No fluffy should.
And then, just as quick as the monster had came, it turns around, leaps up to the top of the fence with your brother in its maw, then leaps off into the field outside, running off into the distance.
You canât stop looking at the pool of boo-boo juice in front of you, feeling numb. Your brother just took forever sleepies, didnât he? Everything is so silent now. You lower your head back down, and cover yourself with your leggie, shivering in fear.
âHuuhuuâŚbabbeh nu wike kitteh-munstahâŚbiggesâ scawedies!â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âHUUHUU! Mummahâs wittow Gween babbeh am gu âway! Huuu! Mummah miss Gween babbeh! Neeâ gib huggies tu make babbehâs huwties bettah! Huuhuu!â
You wish you could cover both of your hear-places, but as it is? You have no choice but to hear the wails of grief from your whole family, tears falling from your own eyes with soft huu-huus to accompany them.
Red babbeh and Bestest babbeh are wailing and chirping off on their own, hugging each other for comfort. Daddeh Cliff is standing there, vacant eyes staring at the boo-boo juice smeared on the floor.
âHuuâŚGween babbehâŚCwiff nu sabeâŚwai Cwiff nu sabeâŚam wowstesâ daddeh ebahâŚâ
Mummah is pacing about, screaming out for her second-favorite babbeh.
âGween babbeh! Come backsies! Mummah gib miwkies anâ wuv! Miwkies anâ wuv! Pwease! Gween babbeh nu wuv Mummah nu mowe? Huuhuu, biggesâ heawt-huwties!â
Daddeh reaches out and gives Mummah a huggie, still with a vacant stare.
âSpechuw fwiendâŚCwiff am sowwyâŚbuâ Gween babbeh amâŚam nummed by munstah. Gween babbeh amâŚfowevah sweepies.â
âNUUUHUUHUUUU! GWEEN BABBEH AM FOWEVAH SWEEPIES! MUMMAH HAB WOWSTESâ HEAWT-HUWTIES!â
Red babbeh and Bestest cry even harder upon hearing the scary words of âforever sleepiesâ, while Mummah gives Daddeh a rough shove away from her.
âDUMMEH SPECHUW FWIEND! NU SABE GWEEN BABBEH! CWIFF NU WUV GWEEN BABBEH OW MUMMAH! HATECHU!â
âNuuhuuu! Cwiff wuv, Cwiff wuv! Am su sowwies! Am bad daddeh!â
âGWEEN BABBEH FOWEVAH SWEEPIES! AWW CWIFF FAUWT! Huuhuuuu!â
Mummah paces around some more, eyes wild with anger and griefâŚuntil she catches sight of the poopie pile, the pool of blood in front of it, the stray pieces of green fluff scattered around it. And of you.
âPoopieâŚpoopie babbeh hewe da whole timesie? WaiâŚWAI POOPIE BABBEH NU SABE GWEEN BABBEH? WAI? WAI?!â
Mummah begins to barrel towards you. You slump down, no will to try to crawl away or cover yourself. You already know whatâs coming.
You didnât even leave the poopie pile this time. Thatâs no fair.
âPoopieâŚpoopie babbeh sowwy, Mummah. WuvâŚâ
âDUMMEH POOPIE BABBEH! TAKE WOWSTESâ SOWWY-HOOFSIES EBAH!â
âSpechuw fwiend! Nu! Am Cwiffâs fauwt, nu Poopie babbehâs! Huuhuu!â
The first sorry-hoofsie smashes down on top of you, knocking the air out of you. You heave, sicky-water spewing out. You cry silently. You do deserve this, donât you? You failed to give Green babbeh huggies to help him feel better. You failed. Itâs all your fault.
âWOWSTESâ POOPIE BABBEH! NU SABE GWEEN BABBEH! WET MUNSTAH NUM GWEEN BABBEH! HATECHU HATECHU HATECHU!â
Mummahâs hoofsie comes down on your back, HARD. You hear a crunchy noise, and you canât keep silent anymore. You screech out as the worst pain youâve ever felt shoots out across your body. Your back leggies kick frantically, trying to escape. YouâŚyou donât want to go forever sleepies like your Green brother! Why didnât you try to run away? Youâre so stupid!
âDUMMEH BABBEH NU MOVE! GIT SQUISHIES!â
âSCREE! MUMMAH! NUUU! NU WAN!â
Mummahâs hoof presses down harder. Another crunch, a loud pop, another bloodcurdling scream, and the feeling in your lower half goes numb, as your back leggies suddenly stop kicking around. Your tiny heart races at never before seen speeds. You throw up boo-boo juice, your throat burning. You desperately look around for your daddeh, and see him off to the side, covering his see-places and crying. You have to get his attention! It hurts so, so much, but you inhale as much as you can before you shout out to him.
âDADDEH! PWEASE SABE POOPIE BABBEH! BIGGESâ HUWTIES!â
âDUMMEH BABBEH SHADDUP! MUMMAH HATECHU! WAI MUNSTAH NU NUM POOPIE?! NU FAIW!â
Mummah holds you in place, leans down, and bites your right hear-place. A moment laterâŚ
Riiiiiip âSCREEEE! SCREEEE!â
Boo-boo juice spills down your head and face. Mummahâs pure rage and grief is taken out on you and you alone. You donât even question it anymore. All you can do is scream your throat raw, thrashing about the parts of your body that you can still thrash. You try to kick your back leggies, but they still donât work. Like so many other parts of you, they donât love you anymore.
Another harsh blow to the side of the head, and you feel your mouthie break! Your tongue lolls out, boo-boo juice dripping down it. Your jaw is broken. It hurts. Everything hurtsâŚ
âMUMMAH GIB POOPIE BABBEH WOWSTESâ HUWTIES! MUMMAH GIB FOWEVAH SWEEPIES FOW NU SABE GWEEN BABBEH!â
Another hoof, speeding down towards your head. You close your see-place. This is it.
âmm-mmmahâŚpoo-p bbab w-wuvâŚâ
âNUUUUUUU!â
The final hoofsie never comes. You open your eye, and watch in horror as daddeh Cliff bowls into Mummah, knocking her over onto her side. YouâveâŚyouâve never seen your daddeh like this before! Through the haze of pain, you watch him give your Mummah sorry hoofsies!
âCWIFF NU WOSE âNUDDAH BABBEH! NU WOSE POOPIE BABBEH! AWW BABBEHS AM FOW HUGGIES ANâ WUV!â
âHuuhuu! Nu huwt Mummah! Mummah am gud fwuffy! Wha Mummah du wong? Wai meanie Cwiff huwt Mummah? Huu!â
Your Daddeh doesnât hit Mummah so much as shoves her away from you, but as far as a babbeh is concerned, the unthinkable is happening. Daddeh continues to shout at Mummah, even as tears roll down his cheeks.
âAww babbehs gud babbehs! Onwy gib huggies anâ wuv! Nebah gib fowevah sweepies! Spechuw fwiend BAD MUMMAH!â
âHuuhuu! Meanie wowds gib Mummah heawt-huwties! Mummah nu unnastan, am gud mummah! Babbehs, sabe Mummah!â
âCwiff nu wet Spechuw fwiend huwt poopie babbeh anymowe! Cwiff - â
Suddenly, your Daddeh is cut off, startled by the feeling of Red babbeh and Bestest babbeh, smacking his rear leggies with all their babbeh might, coming heroically to Mummahâs rescue.
âWed babbeh nu wet meanie Daddeh huwt Mummah! Huuhuu, nu huwt Mummah! Wed sabe!â
âBestesâ babbeh sabe bestesâ Mummah! Huuhuu, neeâ mowe miwkies!â
Soft pomfs come from the impacts of your siblingâs hoofsies against daddehâs fluff. You want to help daddeh, but all you can do is cough up boo-boo juice.
âBabbehs, Cwiff nuâŚnu mean tuâŚâ
âWed h-hatechu, Daddeh! Huuhuu! Nu huwt Mummah! Wowstesâ Daddeh!â
Youâve never seen your Daddeh so sad, so broken as he is right this moment.
âCwiffâŚbabbehsâŚCwiffâŚâ
Your mummah sniffles on the ground, shivering in fear.
âHuuhuuâŚCwiff gib Mummah biggesâ owwiesâŚgu âway, meanie fwuffyâŚnu am spechuw fwiend nu moweâŚâ
Cliff just stands there, stammering, eyes glassed over with tears as Red and Bestest continue to pummel against him, babbeh hoofsies patting softly against him.
âCwiffâŚCwiffâŚâ
inhale
âHUUHUUU! CWIFF AM WOWSTESâ DADDEH EBAH! BABBEHS NU WUV CWIFF NU MOWE! NUUUHUUUHUUUU! NU MOWE, NU MOWE!â
And with that, your Daddeh starts to turn around, see-places looking crazed with anguish. Before anything else, he locks eyes with you and runs over, using his mouth to pick you up by the poopie scruff of your neck. In his haste to run away from all the saddies, though, heâs definitely not careful, as you feel his teethies bite into your back! You let out as shrill of a scream as you canâŚwhich is really more just like a loud wheeze. No one hears your suffering.
With your tiny, broken body in his grasp, your fluff slick with poopies and boo-boo juice, Daddeh turns towards the fence, and races through the hole in it, grunting in pain as he snags some of his fluff on it. As he flees into the field with you, as you start to pass out from all the pain, you can hear your Mummah yelling after him behind you.
âMummah nu wan see dummeh Cwiff EBAH again! Hatechu! AnâŚanâ bwing back bestesâ nummies fow Mummah su can make bestesâ miwkies fow babbehs, dummeh!â
You would never see her or your siblings again.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
The last beating your Mummah gave you broke something in you. Well, it actually broke a lot of things. You canât really move anymore, and you just dangle limply from Daddehâs mouth. You canât seem to get the taste of boo-boo juice out of your broken mouth, and your thinky-place wonât stop throbbing. You can still wiggle around your upper body, and your left and dummy right leggie, butâŚthatâs it. Not that you want to wiggle anything around, every movement you can still make sending shockwaves of the worst owwies through you. Oh, and thereâs a gaping wound where your right hear-place used to be, burning with a deep pain the wonât go away.
Time blends together, with you just hanging there. Something hurts really, really badly deep inside of you, and for once, itâs not just your heart this time. Spitting up a bit more boo-boo juice, you try to look around, everything so blurry, much hazier and darker than usual.
Youâre not in the field anymore, thatâs for sureâŚyou really donât know where you and Daddeh are. You couldnât ask him even if you wanted to, and he couldnât even answer, considering how heâs currently carrying you. All he does is cry and cry, huu-huus muffled by your body, tears rolling down his fluffy cheeks. His teethies are still digging into your backâŚyou wiggle in discomfort, trying to let him know something is wrong, but that just brings more pain.
kaff, kaff âDddahâŚh-huwâŚhuwtiesâŚâ
Ouch. Every word you try to say makes your mouthie feel even more broken and not pretty, so you decide to stop trying to talk at all. Thankfully, Daddeh hears, and sets you down onto the rough ground, looking you over and sniffing your body.
âHuuhuuâŚwha wong, Poopie babbeh? Tu many huwties? HuuâŚboo-boo juice nu âsposed tu come fwom babbehâs mouthie anâ poopie-pwaceâŚâ
Daddeh sits down next to you, you think. Itâs pretty hard to tell whatâs happening around you now. His crying grows louder, you know that for sure.
âHuuhuu! Daddeh wet spechuw fwiend gib Poopie babbeh wowstesâ huwties! Wai Cwiff wet spechuw fwiend duâŚpwease nu gu fowevah sweepies, poopie babbehâŚDaddeh gib huggies tu make owwies gu âwayâŚâ
Daddeh reaches his hoofies down and scoops you up, your broken body flopping around, unable to support itself anymore. You scream internally, your ragged, wheezing breathing growing rapid from the pain. Did Daddeh sayâŚforever sleepies? No! Please no! Why arenât the huggies helping? Why are they hurting you so much? Why?
âHuu, nu cwy, babbehâŚDaddeh wuv babbehs, babbehsâŚbabbehsâŚâ
Daddeh places you back down, his own breathing growing quicker and quicker from all his saddies, crushing his already weak resolve. He forgets about your owwies for a moment as his own heart-hurties overtake him.
âHuuhuu! Babbehs nu wuv Cwiff nu mowe! Spechuw fwiend nu wuv Cwiff nu mowe! Cwiff nu hab famiwy nu mowe! Poopie babbeh am wastesâ babbeh! HUUHUU! CWIFF WOWSTESâ DADDEH! Tu many heawt-huwties! Huuhuu!â
You donât know how long you lay there on the cold, hard ground, listening to your Daddeh sob and cry harder than youâve ever heard him cry before. You didnât think anything more in you could hurt, but listening to thisâŚyou have the worst heart-hurties ever. Itâs all your fault, isnât it? None of this wouldâve ever happened if you didnât exist. Daddeh would still be with Mummah, with Red and Bestest babbehsâŚitâs all your fault.
You just lie there, motionless, unable to do anything. Useless, like always. Eventually though, your Daddehâs crying begins to quiet down, replaced with the sounds of a grumbling tummy.
âHuuâŚCwiff am su hungiesâŚnu hab nummies since wakey-timesieâŚPoopie babbeh hungies tu?â
You canât even hear what Daddeh is saying anymore. He sounds so muffledâŚyou try to say something in response, butâŚ
kaff, kaff, kaff
âNuuhuu! Poopie babbeh nu sound pwetty! If huggies nu wowk fow make huwties gu âway, den mebbeâŚmebbe miwkies hewp poopie babbeh? Huu, buâ whewe Cwiff find miwkies ow nummiesâŚâ
Daddeh gets up, and start toâŚwaddle away from you? No! Whereâs he going?
âCwiff neeâ gu find nummies fow Cwiff, an miwkies fow babbehâŚhuu, nu knu how find miwkies, buâ Cwiff wiww! Fow wastesâ babbeh! Cwiff sabe babbeh, den be gud daddeh agin! Be bestesâ daddeh!â
Your Daddeh gives you a gentle pat on the head, which makes your mouthie hurt.
âBabbeh nu move! Stay wite hewe, babbeh! Cwiff back soonsie! Daddeh wuv! Wiww be wite back! Pwomise!â
You wish you could understand what heâs saying, but you just canât concentrate on anything anymore. Your thinky-place is throbbing so badly, and you feel so tired.
Suddenly, you watch as your Daddeh turns back around, and waddles off into the darkness encroaching on your vision. No! No! Why is he leaving you? Please donât leave! You love him! Please come back!
You try to muster every ounce of willpower and strength you have in your body, every single fiber of your being, to get up, to go after himâŚbut all you can do is continue to lie there, broken, as you watch your daddeh start to disappear into the distance. The first fluffy to ever show you love, to ever care for you, your amazing Daddeh.
âDd-ddahâŚn-nu weev bbahâŚwuvâŚâ
HeâsâŚgone. He left you. Your Daddeh left you.
âDddahâŚnuâŚn-nu wuvâŚ?â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
You canât keep track of how much time passes anymore. Some buzzy friends showed up, and you thought they might help you feel better. but they were mean to you, landing on your body and taking small nibbles from you. Stupid buzzies! Youâre not something useful like nummies, youâre just a poopie babbeh that nobody loves. Not even your own Daddeh loves you anymore.
More time passes, as far as you know. You canât help but throw up some more, sicky-water tinged bright red with boo-boo juice. You justâŚcanât anymore. Youâre so tired, lying here on the ground. Itâs so uncomfortable, and you feel so scared, and so alone.
You close your see-place, trying to think of something to comfort yourself. You canât hug yourself, Daddeh left you, Mummah hates you, Green babbeh is forever sleepies, Red babbeh thinks youâre too sad, Bestest doesnât even know you existâŚwhat comfort do you even have anymore?
What comfort did you ever even have?
Your mind wanders to the poopie pile. Your safe, cozy poopie pile. The only true safety you ever knew in your tiny, insignificant life. You imagine yourself there, nestled in the warm muck, safe from hurties, safe from monstersâŚyour safe little nestie. Your home.
Comforted by thoughts of the poopie pile, you start to fall asleep, despite the unending pain. Distorted thinky-place pictures flicker through your fading mind. You see your Daddeh, giving you huggies. He came back! You see a pretty flower, looking so, so tasty. Youâre so hungry. You see your Mummah, and sheâŚ
With a pained gasp, you wake up once more. Only for a little while, though. You just canât stay awake much anymore. The pain lessens some, numbness growing from within. Maybe youâre getting better, even without huggies or milkies? You still canât move, though.
More dreams. Red babbeh and you, frolicking in the grass. Your right leggie is fixed, and you can give real, incredible hugs! You run around and play, running back towards your family with Red. You see MummahâŚ
You wake up again with a groan. You canât really see anything anymore. Everything is so dark, and itâs so scary. You cough. You wheeze small, shallow breaths. Are youâŚare you going forever sleepies? No! Please not yet! Youâre only a little babbeh! You need to find your Daddeh, and get huggies and wuv from him! Thatâs the only sure way to fix hurties of this magnitude!
You want to go find Daddeh right now, butâŚyouâre still just so tired. You donât want to go forever sleepies, but maybeâŚmaybe just a little bit of sleepies would be okay? Yes, definitely. After all, the pain is almost entirely gone, you just need a little, more, rest. You lay your head against the ground, imagining the poopie pile again, getting nice and cozy. Your wheezing slows. Your little heart shudders weakly. Your see-place closes.
You see your family. Even your Mummah is happy to see you this time, which confuses you. You hug Red, you hug Green, you hug Bestest, whose fat makes for a great hug. Daddeh nuzzles you, and gives you a flower nummie! You think it tastes good, you canât really tell. But then, to your amazement, Mummah offers you milkies from her milkie place! Happiness surges through your being. You rush forward, latching on, suckling like your life depends on it, listening to Mummah sing her mummah song, just for you, though you canât really make out any of the words. You suckle so fast that some milk spills out onto the ground. Oh no!
Looking down at the milk, you see your reflection, and you stop for just a moment to study yourself. Itâs hard to see, with the growing darkness tinging the edge of your vision, but your brown fluff is shiny and clean, and both your see-places are open again! Itâs about time. But thatâs not what youâre really looking at.
What youâre looking at, and what your family is looking at in awe of, is your mane. Your beautiful, deep, dark purple mane.
Itâs so pretty. You run a hoof through it, watching as it glistens and flows. Youâre such a pretty babbeh, you think with pride.
Itâs so purple, and itâs all yours.
Itâs so pretty.
They all love you.
Youâre so pretty.
Youâre so
so
so pretty
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