You didn’t get much rest as you had been tossing in your bed the whole night, stressing over your situation that still seemed like a strange dream. You had gotten up the next day much earlier than you usually do, around 7 in the morning as opposed to your regular 12.
You had been thinking of nothing other than your new charge when you shuffled out of bed and towards your desk. The morning sun shining through the window casting a golden streak of sunlight in your dark room.
The babbeh was still there in the little box you put it in, curled up in the center of the pillow you had cleaned of poo yesterday. The babbeh was quiet as you stood over it in the dark.
You would have just stared at it for a while if you hadn’t noticed in the dim light that something was going on.
It was vibrating? It was shivering! The tiny babbeh was laying on that damp pillow all night! With the house’s air conditioning and the wet pillow the babbeh must be freezing.
You quickly reached into the box and gently picked up the creature, placing it in your palm trying to shift its position as little as possible.
The thing felt cold, clammy. It felt like a finger when you cut off circulation to the digit for a few seconds. You turned on the desk lamp to get some light in and started breathing warm air on it.
Still curled up it settled down a bit and stopped shaking.
*peep… peep… *
Its little peeps were weak but at least it felt warmer than earlier. You pulled out more tissues and placed a decent amount of them on the pillow, hoping that would keep it dry this time.
You move your desk lamp over to try to act as a heat lamp for the babbeh while not being too close to it. Hopefully that will keep it warm for now.
A trip to the kitchen and after a quick Poptart breakfast, you prepare some warm milk and a coffee straw to bring up to your room. The babbeh seemingly sensing your return lifts its head up in the air. As you place the mug of milk on the desk its snout raises up and sniffs, beginning a chorus of peeping.
You place the milk filled coffee straw up to its face and wait for it to accept the substitute test. It takes the straw in and begins feeding immediately.
“Wow, I’m already a pro at this.” You chuckle inwardly at your new found maternal instincts.
A few straws later and the babbeh finishes with a tiny burp, you feel it shift itself back into a resting position. Besides when it’s hungry or finding ways to kill itself, the babbeh is pretty quiet. You prepare yourself mentally for the eventual ‘poopies’ to come and grab a handful of wet wipes and paper towels, eventually finding yourself sitting by your desk for several minutes waiting for this creature to shit itself.
You wonder what your life has come to, feeding and cleaning up after a fictional bioengineered childrens toy. Perhaps you’ve gone insane and you’ve been taking care of a dead mouse this entire time. Well, whatever is going on, you note that you never really had anything going on in your life before this.
“Well little guy, I wonder where life will take us…”
*Coo…cooo *
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It had been two weeks since you had gotten the Fluffy babbeh at your door, and you started a routine of feeding and cleaning the creature.
The upkeep is surprisingly easy for this thing considering how small it is, except you’re really going through paper towels. The thing has also doubled in size, going from the size of a quarter to that of a small orange. The shits were still as horrid and endless however.
In the days that you’ve been caring for the thing, no news outlets or online postings have made it apparent that these things have came into the world, so as far as you knew this really was the only real Fluffy to exist in the world.
You tried your best to ignore this cosmic conundrum.
‘WE’RE RICH!.. WE’RE RICH!.. WE’RE RICH!..’
You had been in the middle of a game on your laptop after finishing your regular feeding of the babbeh. It was sitting in its usual pillow box at the side of your desk when it began peeping suddenly.
*P-peep! Peep! P-peep! Peep! P-peep! *
“It’s only been like…10 minutes buddy, I know you don’t gotta shit yet…”
*PEEP! P-P-PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! *
‘Swarm! I Repeat! SWARM!’
*PE-EP! PEEP! PEEEEP! PEEP! *
“God fuckin!- Shut up for a minute!” You quickly juggle your phone out while playing your computer game to try and play the Mummah Wubs Babbehs song. You’ve learned that it helps calm down the creature long enough for you to do your own thing.
You’ve gone as far as to download the song onto your phone, as awkward as it seemed to have, for ease of access during times such as this.
Mummah wubs babbehs, babbehs wub mumah, dwink wots ob miwkies, gwow big an stwong!
After setting the phone next to the babbeh, you turn your attention back to your game. The babbeh seems to be getting even more agitated and its peeps sounding more strained than usual.
*P-P-PE-EP! PE-EP! PEEP-P PEEEE! *
“Com’on, We’re almost done with this Deep Dive…”
*P-PE-EEP! Peep! P-…M-! M-Mmm…! Muh!.. Mumm! MUMMAH! *
You immediately quit your game mid session and step over to the Fluffy babbeh. You stare at it in surprise and stop the mummah song on your phone.
*M-Mummah!.. H-huwties!.. T-tummeh hu-huwties!.. Mmm-Miwkies!! *
“Yoooo! What was that little buddy?! You talkin now?!”
*M-mummah?.. M-mummah! Mummah! *
“Hey bud! My name’s Danny! Dan-ny…”
*Mummah…Daddeh! Babbeh…W-wub!..Mummah D-daddeh! *
“Aw geez that’s unfortunate.”
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