You are Sunflower, and you make the worstest scardies and hurties! Your mummah is pulling out all your pretty teeth, and now you’re a not-pretty fluffy!
“Chirp! Peep! Chiiiirp!” You chirp, trying desperatly to talk or move.
“We’re not done yet! FV-0446, hand mommy the ‘burnie-thing’. We have to make sure this big baby doesn’t get new teeth!” Your mummah cackles, pointing at a scary-looking metal stick and a lighter.
“Peeeeeeeeeeeep! Peeeeeeep! Chirp! Chirp!” You cry out, only being able to make a few sounds as mummah closes your wounds.
“There, now we’re done. FV-0446, hand mommy the baby clothes.” Mummah points at a small box full of brightly-colored clothing, as you watch the ball-shaped pointy baby bring it to her.
“Chirp! Peeep! Chirp!” You chirp, still trying to move. You can move a little, but the meanie clothes won’t let you run away! They’re too small!
Your mouthie feels weird, and when mummah goes away, you can make talkies again! But, you have to hide it from mummah or she’ll get mad.
You are Dr. Harriet Roseman, and you have something planned. On the cameras, you heard that Sunflower is able to talk again, and you have a plan to catch her in the act of talking.
“FV-0446, do you mind going downstairs and talking to Sunflower? You know, a “baby”-to-baby talk?” You ask, picking the significantly enlarged virus up.
“Buh, Sunfwowew twy gib Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks fowevew night nights. Not wan!” It complains, looking up at you worriedly.
“I know, but mommy has a plan. If she tries hurting you again, scream and I’ll come downstairs.” You explain, setting it by the couch downstairs.
“Sunfwowew? Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks wan make talkies with housie-fw- Mean, Sunfwowew. Wan talkies?” You hear it ask, as you watch from your cameras.
“Nu! Munstah babbeh am scawy! Gu way ow git foweba-sweepies!” You hear Sunflower yell, backing away from it.
“Am nu monsta’, am a viwus. Pwease, wan talkies. ‘Mom-mee’ say to make talkies wit’ Sunfwowew.” You hear it respond, looking down at the floor and coming closer to Sunflower slightly.
“Nu! Nyow, gu foweba-sweepies!” Sunflower says, lifting her hoof and looking down at FV-0446 with a smile, as you run downstairs.
“Sunflower, you can talk again! Babies don’t talk. You’re mommy’s baby, right?” You grin, picking up FV-0446.
“Nu… Sunfwowa mean, Chirp?” Sunflower trembled, covering her month to keep herself from talking more.
“Nice try. Now, let’s make sure you don’t talk. For good, this time.”