You are a baby Bestest Sickie Friend! At least, you will be soon. You’re still developing inside a fluffy, and soon you’ll be a baby and not… whatever anyone calls you.
“BIGGESH POOPIES! Tummie-babbehs, pwease nu come yet! Mummah am sickies! Kaff! Kaff!” Your hear a voice say, then you make the fluffy’s stomach rise and explode.
You and your 7 siblings are out! But, your inside-place has the worstest owwies you’re ever felt. You need… something you don’t know the name of quite yet.
“Squeak! Peeep! Squeak!” You manage to let out a few sounds before you chew on the fluffy’s insides.
“Nu wan be nummies! Nu wan! Pwease nu mak’ Wintah nummies!” You hear a voice say, wiggling around and trying to move.
"Bay-bees out! Fank 'ou, housie-fwiend! 'Ou am bestest housie-fwiend ev- Wai am they aww yicky-cowored? Another voice says, that sounds soft and caring to mean and upset. That must be your parental virus, right?
“Look, this one isn’t! It’s pink and gold-ish!” A voice responds, picking you up.
“Ooh, this am bestesh bay-bee. Hay-te othew bay-bees! Nu git sickie-juicesies fwom pawentaw viwus!” The previous voice says as you latch onto something pointy and soft and chewing on it, releasing the best thing you’ve tasted.
“Now, FV-4638. You can feed your other babies much less, but not at all? That’s bad parenting!” You hear a voice say, picking up your other siblings and placing them by you.
You learned a new thing today–sickie-juicesies are good, and you need all of them to grow up. But, your dummy siblings are stealing them! Don’t they know you’re the bestest and only you deserve juicesies?
“That ee-nough juicesies fo’ yicky-cowowed bay-bees! Dwink up, bestesh! Nee’ dwink tu gwow up!” The voice says, taking your siblings off its pointy-thingies.
Another thing learned today–you’re the bestest! Not like you didn’t know that already, but good to have it confirmed.
“Also, we got Covie back. Say hi to Covie, FV-4638. We had to slice its mouth back open.” A voice says, then you hear something.
“Eff-vee-fouw-siks-twee-ate nu wan say hewwo to ugwy, nu-gud, nu-weggies juicebaggie! ‘Ou onwy bein’ awibe fo’ gib bay-bees juicesies!” Your parent’s voice echoes off the walls, causing a faint sound of… Crying?
“Buh, Cov-ee wan bay-bees! They am Cov-ee bay-bees, wight?” Another voice sobs, picking you up.
“Nu, am onwy Eff-vee-fouw-siks-twee-ate bay-bees. When ‘ou was bye-bye at the Ha-ess-bio wab, ‘ou owd bay-bees come out an’ mom-mee thwow them ‘way. Then, mom-mee git nyew housie-fwiend fo’ wepwication-huffies an’ Eff-vee-fouw-siks-twee-ate wab nyew bay-bees.” The voice explains, taking you from the other voice.
“Bay-bees get thwow 'way!? Nu, nu! Gib bay-bees back nyow!” The other voice screams as you peep and squeak in fear.
“Shhh, bestest bay-bee. Dum-mee bay-bees make peepies tuu, ugh. Nu wan dum-mee bay-bees, onwy wan pwetty bay-bee.” Your parent’s voice sighs, rocking you gently and feeding you more juice.
You are a bit older now–and you opened your see-places! Your parent is so happy!
“Bay-bee open see-pwaces! Am su happies!” Your parent cheers, picking you up for everyone to see your newly opened see-places. That’s when you feel something almost bubble up, and you want to make a sound. No, a word.
“Peep! Pawent! Squeak! Wub!” You peep and squeak between words, hugging your parent’s arm.
“Bay-bee make talkies! Am su happies fo’ bestesh bay-bee!” Your parent squeals with happiness, hugging you tight and looking at your siblings disgustedly as they follow in your footsteps.
“Wub! Peep! Wub pawent!” You hear one of them peep, opening their eyes to look up at your parent. Don’t they know that only you deserve to be praised?
“Ugh, ugwy bay-bee make talkies. Nu cawe.” Your parent scowls, kicking the baby away from you and resting you on her pointy-thingies.
You learned something today–you have pointy-thingies too! In fact, every Bestest Sickie Friend has them! But, yours are the bestest.
“Pawent? Wai pointy-fingies nu make juicesies?” You ask, squeezing down on your pointy-thingies to demonstrate.
“Am tuu wittwe! They make juicesies when 'ou am big sickie-fwiend. 'Ou am bay-bee wight nyow.” Your parent explains, patting the top of you gently.
“Oh-tay, buh wan pway nyow! Wan pway!” You clap, running around to find toys.
Another thing you had to learn–toys are only for you, not your dummy siblings. Your human mommy even said so! Now, she brought you to a big room divided into two sides.
“Now, this is the ‘bestest baby’s’ side of the room.” Your mommy says, showing a side of a safe-room with fancy toys, super soft beds, and a… ‘replication-huggies’ toy for when you get older, along with many other high-quality things.
“This is the other babies’ side of the room.” Your mommy continues, showing you a very drab side of the room with minimal amounts of anything, including beds.
“Go play, everyone!” Your mommy claps, walking out of the room as you play with your new toys.
“Wai sibwing git gud toysies an’ nu us? Pwease shawe!” Your sibling says, as you kick it over. Only you get these good toys because you’re the bestest sickie-friend ever!
“Also, ‘bestest baby’. Come here and meet Goldie. She’s a fluffy meant to care for you when we’re gone.” Your mommy calls over to you, showing you a yellow shimmering fluffy with a pink mane and tail.
“Hewwo! Am… Nu hab namesie.” You think, trying to fashion a name for yourself.
“Oh, your name can be FV-6420. Now, you two go play!” Your mommy waves, walking out of the room once again to go do… whatever mommies do.
“Gowdie! Eff-vee-siks-fouw-tuu-zewo git namesie!” You cheer, clapping for yourself. You needed a name because you’re the bestest!
“Sibwing nu shawe toysies… Am saddies… Waaah! Waaah!” One of your siblings sob, trying to reach over the baby gate separating your sides of the room.
“Dum-mee! Weave toysies awone! Am onwy for pwettiest, bestest sickie-fwiend!” You say proudly, stepping on your sibling’s hand as they put it down and look under the gate.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! WOWSTEST HUWTIES EVA!” Your sibling screeches in pain, running around their side of the room wildly.
“Gowdie nu du aneefing. Onwy suppose’ tay-ke cawe of pwetty babbeh!” Goldie rolls her eyes, walking over to give lickie-cleans to your toys.
Yet another thing you’ve learned–you can do whatever and get away with it because you’re the bestest, prettiest sickie-friend ever! You’re slightly older now, and you’ve learned so many great things! You even made Goldie carry your bestest babies!
“Pwetty babbeh? Wai tummie-babbehs comin tuu eawwy? 'Ou am smawty, su 'ou nee tu knyo!” Goldie whimpers, holding her enlarged stomach and worriedly singing the mummah song as her stomach rises slowly.
“Bay-bees! Bay-bees!” You shout, causing Goldie’s stomach to burst open, releasing your babies.
“Gowdie gon gu foweba-sweepies soon if mummah nu git hewp, buh pwease take cawe of pwetty babbehs if Gowdie nu mak’ it. Gowdie gon’ gu tu Skettiwand an’ eat aww da sketties!” Goldie says weakly, hugging you softly before she passes out and your babies start eating her.
“Bay-be- Yeh, mom-mee?” You turn around, seeing your mommy with a strange man wearing a ‘Sickie-Friend Enthusiast’ labeled shirt.
“FV-6420, we’re tight on money because we had to buy all these things for you and we really need you to help us.” But, how could you help?Mommies and daddies make money by working, and you can’t work!
“How Eff-vee-siks-fouw-tuu-zewo du that?” You ask, holding onto your mommy’s leg in fear of the new mister.
“We’re doing a… special video with you. If you’re extra good, you can get nummie babies!” Your mommy smiles, picking you up as the new mister develops a large grin on his face.
Special video? Like, with toys? You love toys! You’re the bestest sickie-friend ever, so only you could help mommy and your possible new daddy with this special video!