You are Sunflower, and your dummy mummah won’t make you a baby again!
“Dummeh mummah! Wan be babbeh nyow!” You shout, stomping your hooves.
“Alright, if you say so.” Munmah says, smirking and pouring a lotion-looking cream on you while rubbing it in.
“Wha mummah doin? Dis nu mak’ Sunfwowa babbeh!” You complain, trying to lay down on the floor.
“Now, you’re a baby! Babies don’t have fluff.” Mummah laughs, showing you a mirror.
“Wha- Pwetty fwuff! It aww gonesie!” You gasp, touching your head to ensure that there was no fluff left.
“Again, babies don’t have fluff. Every day, I’ll be taking a ‘big fluffy’ thing away from you until you’re mommy’s baby. Next, it’s your ability to speak.” Mummah explains, putting you next to the monster baby from earlier.
“Peeep! Peeeeep! Squeak, peep! Pawent? Wub! Wub!” It says, just before you hoof the scary ball-spikey-baby in the face.
“Sunflower! Babies don’t hit other babies, especially if they’re mommy’s special little baby virus helper! FV-0446, are you okay?” Your mummah asks the scary ball-spikey-baby, picking it up gently. You’ll take care of that baby, then mummah will love you!
“Feew funnie… Am diz-zee…” The baby responds, getting carried upstairs to rest.
Your name is Dr. Harriet Roseman, and you’re now recording your fluffy just in case she does something again.
“Sunfwowa hab thinkie-pwace pwan! Gib dummeh baww-pointy-babbeh foweba-sweepies, then Sunfwowa be mummah’s babbeh 'gain! Sunfwowa suuuu smawt!” You hear Sunflower whisper to herself, proceeding to get up and walk upstairs.
“That little shitrat’s trying to kill my ‘special helper’! I wanna see how this plays out. FV-0446, if she starts hurting you while you guys ‘play’, start screaming, okay?” You direct, picking it up and setting it on the floor.
“Oh-tay! Peep!” It squeaks, looking at the floor.
“Mummah, can Sunfwowa pway with baww-pointy-babbeh? Sunfwowa be nice!” Sunflower says, giving you the ‘wan-upsies’ pose.
“Hmmm… Fine, mommy’s gonna be upstairs while you guys play. Have fun!” You wave, putting them both downstairs.
You are Sunflower, and your mummah is such a dummy! You’re gonna give the monster-ball-spikey-baby forever sleepies, then mummah will love you!
“Pway? We- Peeeep! -Pway nyow?” It says, holding its arms out for a toy.
“Nu! Gon’ gib 'ou foweba sweepies!” You whisper to it, smacking it across it room with your hoof.
“Owie! Wha’ am fowevew sweepies? Am they bad?” It asks, just as you pull one of the light-blue pointy things attached to it until it almost rips off.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks am sensitive thewe! Nee’ that fo’ ceww huggies!” It screams, calling your mummah downstairs.
“Nu! Shuddup!” You beg, trying to cover its small mouth.
“Sunflower! What are you doing!? Are you trying to give mommy’s special helper forever sleepies?” Your mummah asks, picking you up.
“Mommy’s little tummy-baby wouldn’t like being treated like this, either! That’s the sorry box for you!” Mummah growls, throwing you in the dark box.
“Oh, Sunflower? Remember what I said about being mommy’s baby? It’s time to make you a chirpie again.” Your mummah laughs, turning on a big, weird swirly screen in the sorry-box.