AN: Based off of Those Babbehs Nee Miwkies!. Enjoy!
You are Orange, and the nice mister is finally getting you and your friend milkies! Why is there a weird vroom-vroom monster here now? Why is there a loud noise?
“THOSE BABBEHS REALLY NEE’ MIWKIES, HUH?” You hear a loud voice shout from the vroom-vroom monster, then you see another nice mister climb out of it.
“Yes sir, those big babies just asked me for milk.” The other nice mister nods, placing you two down as you follow the aforementioned nice mister.
“My name’s Officer F-O-4, and I heard you two big babbehs nee miwkies. TAKE SOME!” The nice mister yells, grabbing a big tube and shoving it in your mouth.
Then, he flipped a switch.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” You couldn’t talk because of the tube in your mouth, but at least you got milkies. You’re trying to thank him!
Until, you feel full. Now, you’re trying to tell him to stop.
“Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMMMM!” You try to scream, your bloated body wriggling around on the floor in a attempt to get the tube out. Just as you think you’re about to pop, the nice mister takes it out.
“Fank… 'ou… Blegh!” You vomit milk all over the ground, laying in it as you start to fall asleep.
“Not yet! Babbeh still nees miwkies!” The nice mister yells, picking you up by the scruff and turning on a hose.
What you didn’t know: it was a pressure washer filled with milkies.
“SCREEEEEE-MMMGGGLLL!” You screech, your face peeling from the blast of milkies.
“Am su sowwy, fwiend. Sickie-fwiend nee’ gu!” Your friend cries, running away from the nice mister as quickly as they could.
“Not so fast! You nee miwkies, too!” The meanie mister screams, getting out big balloons full of milkies and throwing them at your friend, causing them to fall over.
“GLUGFKFJD-” You try to screech again, your face being completely tore off until you go limp.
You are a Bestest Sickie Friend, are you are ao scared! Your friend just went forever-night-nights in front of you, and you’re next!
“Just for you, you don’t get any miwkies. Bestest Sickie Friends don’t nee miwkies.” The nice mister says, patting your not-head with something in his hand, which comforts you a little bit. You don’t want milkies or sickie-juicesies anymore!
“Bestest Sickie Friends get the bestest sickie-juicesies!” The nice mister whispers loudly to you, smiling as he puts a large ball full of clear liquid in your mouth.
“Mmmmm! Hmm-mmm!” You try to speak to tell him you don’t want juicesies anymore, but he isn’t listening! You need help!
“Detonating in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” The meanie mister counts down before the harsh blast of sickie-juicesies explodes in your mouth, knocking out your stubby teeth.
“HUWTIETH! HUWTIETH!” You lisp loudly, trying to run away from the meanie mister as you stare at the opaque liquid leaking from your mouth.
“You need more! I’m not losing any babbeh to no miwkies, big or small!” The meanie mister shouts, stuffing a tube like the one he used for your friend, only smaller.
“MMMMMM! MMMM!” You try to scream, the flow of juicesies preventing you from making any intelligible sound.
Then, you were starting to get bigger and the juicesies were leaking out of your pointy-thingies!
“Almost… Almost…” The nice mister whispers to himself loud enough that you can hear, the last thing you ever hear being a loud pop.
“More babbehs nee miwkies? I’m on my way!”