A solo adventure for Bestest Smarty Baxter, this is some of my favorite Hugbox I’ve done.
Daddy had gone out. He told Baxter that work needed him to “come in” and that he’d be back later with sketties. Baxter puffed his cheeks, and even told daddy that if he left Baxter alone again, Baxter wouldn’t love daddy anymore! But daddy left anyway.
Baxter wasn’t sure how dummy daddy had seen through his bluff, but now he was alone. And that was a problem because before he left, daddy did a really dummy thing.
He woke up the Scary Box.
The Scary Box lived in the kitchen, and it made the loudest and scariest noises! It would make low rumbles, loud “whooshing” like wawa in bafftub, harsh popping and clicking sounds, and even scary peeping noises! Baxter hated the scary box, but normally daddy was here and Baxter could just make sure he was with him so the box, which presumably hated and wanted to eat Good Fluffy Baxter, couldn’t get him.
Of course dummy daddy could never know. Daddy thought Baxter was the smartest bravest fluffy ever! He had the bestest facie pointy! He gave the best huggies because he was so strong! If Daddy knew Baxter was afraid of the box, he might not love Baxter anymore! He might love boxy instead! Maybe he’d even feed the scary boxy bestest smarty Baxter! No, he’d have to keep this to himself. But today, that meant one thing.
Baxter had to confront his greatest fear.
The little fireplug shuddered, waggling his bright yellow tail involuntarily. "Dummeh daddeh, Baxtew nu wub. Weabe Baxtew aww awone. Make bestes’ Baxtew pwotec daddeh fwom munstah an daddeh nu eben hewe gif huggies fow good Baxtew!" Baxter huffed and snorted out his nose. “Baxtew hab du ebbyting wound hewe. Awways wowk fow Baxtew, nu awwowed hab fun o’ pway. Daddeh awways nee Baxtew hewp! Daddeh su dummeh, nu eben knu how dummeh! Daddeh fink nu need Baxtew pwotec daddeh! Dummeh. Baxtew gu make daddeh safe.”
He strutted confidently out of his saferoom. Daddy had tried to keep him out of the rest of the apartment, but Baxter was so clever and convinced daddy to let him out by craftily making good poopies and convincing daddeh he could be safe. Once he left his room for the first time, he found daddy really had been dummy! This apartment was extra safe for fluffies and for good Baxter! All the corners had big plastic covers with foam rubber, all the sparky holes in the walls were covered and locked, and nothing anywhere was scary! Daddy had been hiding all this from Baxter! Baxter was so angry with daddy…until he heard The Box…
Baxter shook off the memory.
This was not Baxters first time. Baxter had spent months being given full run of the apartment. He now understood that daddy had been trying to protect Baxter from the scary box. Now, Baxter would protect daddy.
He approached from across the kitchen. The box was gurgling and hissing, and scary cloudies were coming out of the top! “Huuhuuu scawee…” Baxter was quickly feeling his courage leave him. It was so big! Perfect for eating all good Baxters whole! “M-meanie boxy? Nu huwt pwetty Baxtew, otay? Baxtew jus wawkin’ oba hewe…” The box clicked loudly and Baxter let out a peep! Like a dummy baby! He hoped the boxy hadn’t noticed his cowardice, and he was glad to see he hadn’t made bad poopies on the floor.
After all, that would have been proof that Baxter was afraid. And Baxter couldn’t have that. If dummy daddy ever found out that Baxter had even a hint of weakness, daddy might never feel safe again! Then he would be too distracted to listen to Baxter and do everything Baxter says.
“Otay boxy, Baxtew…Baxtew nu am…nu am afwaid nu mowe. Dummeh boxy nu can huwt gud Baxtew.” He stared at the box. The box stared back. It felt like many forevers passed when the box made an even louder click!
Baxter leapt into action. "Nuuuu! Nu huwt Baxtew! Nu huwt dummeh daddeh! Baxtew gif sowwy hoofsies!" He spun around quickly and kicked the box hard with his powerful back hoofsies.
As he landed though, the strangest thing happened: The box stopped making noises! He’d done it! Baxter had won!
“Dummeh haf haf boxy! Nu…nu am stwonga den Baxtew.” Baxter took the stunned silence of the box as an admission of his superiority and went over to the living room to celebrate by assembling all his stuffie friends to regale them with the tale of his bravery and also hide daddeh’s favorite toy as punishment for his foolishness.
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A few hours later, daddy came home. Baxter was asleep on the couch with his stuffie friends and the tv remote he’d forgotten to hide and had cuddled instead. Daddy tried to slide the remote away without stirring the sleeping red and yellow pudge boy, but he awoke as the tv came on.
Baxter let out the biggest yawn ever. “Daddeh…oof…daddeh gif back…gif back button toy fow Baxtew. Baxtew eawn cuz was bwave.”
“Izzat so? What did you do?”
“Dummeh daddeh,” he was still sleepy “Baxtew sabe daddeh housie fwom big scawy box.”
“Scary box?”
“Big scawy boxy make wotsa scawy noisies su Baxtew nu wike but Baxtew gu teww boxy nu be scawy nu mowe ow huwt Baxtew ow Baxtew Daddeh.”
“And that worked?”
“Nu, su Baxtew gif sowwy hoofsies an dat wowked. Nao dummeh daddeh nu hab be afwaid.” He started drifting back off and nuzzled closer to dummy daddy’s leg. “Daddeh wewcome. Nu haf tu fank Baxtew. Jus…gif…sket…zzzzzzzzz”
“Heh. Coming right up, little man.”