Baby Factory Ch. 3 (by fluffysomething)

You are A-063, and you’re the bestest baby ever! You’re currently drinking sickie-juicesies from the not-parents in the other room, because you just need all of the juicesies to grow up!


“Pwease… Pwease nu take sickie-juicesies… Nee’ fo bay-bees tu gwow up…!” One of the not-parents say in their cracked tone, trying to move away with their lack of legs and arms.

“Nu cawe. Yoo nu Ay-Zewo-Siks-Thwee pawentaw viwus, su Ay-Zewo-Siks-Thwee nu cawe.” You shrug after unlatching from their pointy-thingies, rolling your eyes.

“That nu nice! Yoo am bad bay-bee!” They whisper-shout, not being able to raise their voice anymore.

Then, a nice mister picks you up and takes you with the stupid babies! You don’t want to go with them!

“Nice mistew? Not-pawentaw-viwus bein’ meen tu Ay-Zewo-Siks-Thwee. Du sumthing, pwease?” You ask in your nicest voice, as you and the rest of the other babies get put into groups.

“Of course, A-063. Now, this is very important, so you need to listen.” The nice mister smiles softly at you, then motions at a nice lady.

“This is Group A. Group A are your designer fluffies and Bestest Sickie Friends, so put them in the big pens. Group B are normal colors, so you put them in the smaller pens. Groups C and D are poorly colored, so either incinerate them or send them to the smallest pens.” The nice lady says, writing the letter A on the tag attached to your pointy-thingie.

“Nicest wady? Am Ay gewd?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, it is! That means you get good toys, a big pen all to yourself, and you get to keep your babies a bit longer when you get big!” The nice lady smiles at you, making you feel a happy-feeling in your insides as you go play with the other pretty babies.


You are A-064, and you’re in Group B. You don’t know what that means, but you think it’s good. Not as good as Group A, who you heard gets sketti-flavored kibble when they can eat nummies. Speaking of nummies, these milkies just don’t feel right anymore. Maybe you can ask for som-


“SCREEEEEEE! BUWNIE HUWTIES! SCREEEEEEEEEEE!!” You hear a screech faintly from another room, as you get scared. You heard about the other two groups, but you didn’t think the meanie misters would do that to them.

“HEWP BABBEH! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” You hear yet another shriek from the other room, and it continues for a bit.

The rest of the non-A group, non-B group babies were put in these small cages. That’s not nice!

“Sickie-fwiend nu wike wittwe pen… Wan big pen wike othew fwiends…” One of the sickie-friends in the C or D group whine, as a nice mister walks over to them.

“Did you just call yourself what I think you called yourself?” One of the meanie misters ask, as you see them look confused.

“Sickie-fwiend? Buh, Ay-Zewo-Fouw-Five am a sickie-fwiend.” You hear them say perplexedly to the nice mister, as he grins.

“I know. You didn’t call yourself ‘sickie-baby’, so you’re big now. Get A-045 ready for a AVPP!” The meanie mister shouts, as two other meanie misters come up to the cage they’re in.

“Wha am a Ay-Vee-Pee-Pee?” They ask, as the nice mister grins at them once more.

“Artificial viral pseudo-pregnancy. Now, which of these babies do you like the most?” The meanie mister asks them, as they look around carefully.

Then, you see a nice mister come up to your cage. What does he want?


You are A-063, and you are playing with pretty babies! Just like you! Some of them even dislike ugly babies! Just like you! But, you see some of the nice misters pointing at you and whispering the term ‘AVPP’ to each other. What does that mean, and why are they picking you up?


AN: What might happen to A-063? Comment!

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Covered in cornmeal, deep-fried, and eaten!

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