Your name is… you don’t have a name yet! You’re a baby fluffy! You love your mummah, and drinking milkies! But, your see-places feel funny. What’s happening?
“Peep! Peeep! Chirp, chirp!” You peep and chirp in distress as your see-places take in the bright light, as your mummah toddles over to look at you.
“Babbeh open see-pwaces? Nu… Pwease nu mak’ tawkies, babbeh! Nu wan babbeh tu be tay-ked 'way fwom mummah!” Your mummah says worriedly, pacing around your pen and sitting down in front of you. Why is she so sad? You’re almost a talkie-baby!
“M-mu…” You mumble, suckling on your small hoof and trying to speak.
“Mummah! Wub mummah!” You squeal loudly, as two nice misters come over and pick you up.
“Nu! Pwease… Nu tay-ke 'way babbeh… Am gud babbeh!” Your mummah whines, begging the nice misters to not take you away as she comes up to them.
“You’ll have new babies soon.” One of the nice misters promise your mummah, who just starts crying louder.
“Nuuuu-huuuu-huuuuu! Nu wan bad speshew-huggies! Wan die! WAN DIE! Huu…” Your mummah sobs, as the nice misters pick her up along with you, and walk into another big room.
“You want ‘forever-sleepies’, right?” One of the nice misters ask your mummah, as you look at the brightly colored, ball-shaped things with pointy-thingies jutting out of them in big pens. What’s wrong with your mummah?
“Yeh! Pwease gib foweba-sweepies! Wan die!” Your mummah cries, as you hug her to hopefully comfort her.
“You’ll be a ‘soon-mummah’ first, but you’ll get ‘forever-sleepies’. I promise you that.” The nice mister drops her into a pen with one of the objects, who happily toddle over to her.
“Wepwication-huggies?” The object’s eyes light up after the nice mister nods, as you watch it enter your mummah’s screaming mouth.
What’s happening? Why is the nice mister walking away? At least you’re in another room now! This one has babies like you! And, baby objects like them.
“Your name is now A-064.” The nice mister decides, getting something out and making a hole in your ear, then putting a tag with your new name through the hole.
You are A-063, and you’re a baby Bestest Sickie Friend! There’s a new baby beside you! You should go say hi!
“Hewwo? Name am Ay-Zewo-Siks-Thwee. Wan be fwiends?” You ask, as they nod, tell your their name is A-064, and you both play through the bars of your pen.
“Whewe 'ou mummah? 'Ou mummah gu in big woom wike Ay-Zewo-Siks-Fouw?” Your new friend asks, as you point at your parental virus and smile.
“Nu. Pawentaw viwus am ah-cis-tint hewe! They maek suwe evewy bay-bee am gewd.” You explain, as your parent waves at you and walks over.
“Bay-bee, wha’ did nice mistews say ‘bout pwaying wit’ othew bay-bees?” Your parent more-or-less gently reminds you, as you stop playing with your new friend and repeat what you remember them saying.
“Onwy pway at pwaytime.” You say mechanically, as your parent claps and smiles.
“Gewd bay-bee! Buh, bay-bee bweak wuwe. Onwy bad bay-bees du that. Which meen, bay-bee git nu pwaytime today.” Your parent frowns slightly, as tears fill your eyes.
“N-nu pwaytime…? Pawentaw viwus nu wuv bay-bee nu mowe?” You sob, as they frown even more, look around, and softly hug you.
“Nu, pawentaw viwus stiww awways wuv bay-bee. An’, if bay-bee weawwy wan pwaytime, bay-bee can hewp pawentaw viwus wit’ jobbie. Wike, teww on bad bay-bees.” Your parent offers, as you stop crying and your eyes light up.
“Weawwy? Oh-tay! Gon’ be bestest jobbie hewpew!” You nod, clapping and giggling.
You are A-064, and you want to help, too! But, maybe they won’t mind if you just play with this other baby?
“Hewwo? Namesie am Ay-Zewo-Siks-Fouw. Wan be fwends?” You ask the fluffy baby next to your pen, as they nod and you both quietly play through the bars of your pens.
“Nice mistew! Nice mistew! Ay-Zewo-Siks-Fouw am pwaying outside of pwaytime!” You hear a high-pitched voice yell, as a nice mister walks up to you, and gets out a small stick.
“Thank you for telling me, A-063. Maybe you can be an assistant in this block one day!” The nice mister smiles at them, as they watch him hit you with the stick.
“Huwties! Huwties!” You whine, tears in your eyes as the meanie mister hits you a few more times, then looks at you.
You thought A-063 and you were friends! Why would they tell on you?