You are Butterscotch, and you are having your biggest poopies! Your dummy mummah found you and took you back home, but she didn’t get rid of your bestest tummy-babies!
“Huwties! Am su tiwed… Wan babbehs awweady!” You shout, touching your stomach as the second foal comes out.
You’re all done! You look down to see your babies and Mummah takes them away and gives them to your friend!
“You were a very bad fluffy for running away, so you don’t get your babies. Your friend here is good for waiting to have babies, so it gets the babies! Got it?” Your mummah shouts, patting the small babies and walking away.
“Buh, sickie-fwiends can nu gib miwkies. Babbehs gu foweba-sweepies wit’ nu miwkies!” You say, fearfully trying to grab and save your babies.
“Yes, but you’re still the mother, and still responsible for your babies. If any of your babies go forever-sleepies, you will be punished. If all of them do, you get to go forever-sleepies along with them.” Your mummah warns, giving FV-3207 a knowing look.
“Fwiend, pwease hewp babbehs…” You sigh, walking away to go cry quietly.
You are FV-3207, and you have babies! Though, they’re not yours, they’re your friend’s babies. You are so happy! They’re so cute! Though, you feel a weird feeling around Fluffies now. Even the baby ones. You wouldn’t give replication-huggies to a baby, right? Right?
“Bay-bees…! Wub bay-bees…! Am su cyoot!” You nervously giggle, your programming not being able to fathom you even standing around Fluffies anymore without some form of replication-huggies, let alone actually touching one.
“Chirp! Peep! Chirp!” One of the babies wiggles in your arms, falling out and hitting the floor, landing right in the perfect replication-huggies position.
“Nu du it… Eff-vee-twee-tuu-zewo-seven am gud viwus, Eff-vee-twee-tuu-zewo-seven am gud viwus… Nu du it, nu du it…” You helplessly repeat, attempting to push back your lab-fashioned designing to pick up the baby.
“Chirp! Peeeeeeeeeeep!” The baby chirps in pain, starting to bleed slightly from the harsh fall.
“Bay-bee, nu wowwy… Am sabing 'ou…” You whimper, slowly scooping up the baby fluffy and patting its head, trying to clean its injury.
“Chirp! Peep, peep!” How are you supposed to take care of these babies!? They’re all peeping and chirping!
AN: Choose the events of the next chapter! Does FV-3207’s programming get the best of it, and what happens to Butterscotch next? Comment and whatever is the most commented, I’ll put in the next chapter!