You are Covie, and you got a nice human mommy! You are so happy! But, you see someone you remember. Isn’t that the same fluffy who was a meanie when you were a baby?
“Tummie-babbehs wub mummah, mummah wab tummie-babbehs, gwow up big an’ stwong!” You hear a voice sing, as you shuffle over with your own babies. You know that song! That’s the mummah song!
“Sing fo’ bay-bees?” You ask, gently scooting your babies towards the fluffy.
“Nu! Am dummeh sickie-munsta! Cov-ee babbehs desewbe foweba-sweepies!” The fluffy shouts, quickly bringing its hoof down on one of your babies, killing it instantly.
“Bestest Sickie Friends also will- Diamond! Did you step on one of Covie’s babies? Now we have to wash your pretty fluff.” Your mommy sighs, putting down a book labeled ‘Bestest Sickie Friends and You’ and picking up Diamond.
“Waaaaah! Bay-bee gu fowevew-night-nights! Waaaaaaaaaah!” You sob, holding the crushed remains of your baby and hugging it, hoping that huggies do make everything better.
“Huggies make evewyfing bettew! Pwease…” You whisper to your crushed baby, watching as your mommy comes back with Diamond in her arms.
“Covie, that’s not gonna wake it up. It’s dead, Covie. Here, want hugs to feel better?” Your mommy rolls her eyes, picking you up and holding you tight.
“Bay-bee gu fowevew-night-nights! Am wowstest pawentaw viwus eba! Waaaaaaah!” You mewl, wiggling as your mommy hugs you tightly.
“Covie, you’re not the worst parental virus I’ve heard of. Trust me, the TV show ‘Sickie-Friend Parents’ has much, MUCH worse.” Your mommy laughs, putting you down by Diamond.
“Stoopi’ sickie-munsta babbeh gu foweba-sweepies! Cov-ee am bad mummah!” Diamond giggles, hitting you with her not-hand. That’s not true! You don’t have a bestest baby or a bad one like she does! If anything, she’s the bad parent!
“Bay-bees, wet’s gu! Nu wike Diamond.” You huff, walking to your safe-box to cry and maybe take a nap after.
You woke up, and usually you hear your babies by now because they’re hungry! But, as you look around, you see Diamond killing the rest of your babies!
“Nu! Nu huwt bay-bees! They am onwy su wittwe!” You cry, hitting Diamond as hard as you could to deter her from stomping on your babies any more.
Sadly, you were too late.
“Wait, bay-bees aww fowevew-night-nights? Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Am pawentaw-viwus-nu-mowe! Wai, Diamond? Wai?” You sob, picking up your children’s remains and hugging them.
“Am dummeh sickie-babbehs! Gon mak’ Diamond sickies wun bwight-time!” Diamond rudely explains, kicking you down with her not-hand and walking away.
You needed new babies–and you knew how to get them.
“Diamond, wan wepwication-huggies?” You ask, coming closer to Diamond while your mommy wasn’t looking and backing her into a corner.
“Wha am-” Diamond fails to ask as you push yourself down her mouth.
That took about 20 minutes, then you came out of Diamond with a smile plastered onto your face.
“Tummie-babbehs? Buh, awweady hab tummie-babbe- BIGGESH POOPIES!” Diamond says, misscarrying her foals as you pick them up amd eat them. That’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted!
“Covie! Did you give Diamond… What’s it called? Did you give Diamond ‘replication-huggies’?! She’s upset! Look at her!” Your mommy shouts, picking you up and tossing you in her car.
“Whewe we goin? Nu wike!” You cry, wriggling around in the back seat helplessly as your mommy looks back at you.
“We’re going to the Hasbio lab. Now, shut up and sit down!” What’s a “lab”? You don’t know what that is, but it sounds scary!
“We’re here! Diamond will never have to worry about you again.” Your mommy smirks, giving you to a strange man and driving off.
“This is Pen 456. This is where you’ll be staying, okay?” The man nods towards you, placing you down in a small carpeted area with a small fence surrounding it.
“Now, we have some rules.” The man says, looking at you and confusing you a bit. What’s a rule?
“Mistah, wha am a wuwe?” You ask curiously, touching the nice mister’s shoes.
“Rules are something you have to do, no matter what. First rule, you only refer to yourself as M-63. Second rule, we’ll do a little thing called ‘genetic sequencing’ on you in a bit. When we do, don’t complain or move. Third rule, no talking to the other units. Final rule, we’ll need to write down things about you from time to time. Don’t look at what we’re writing. Got it?” The nice mister explains, writing down something as he speaks to you.
“Emm-sikstee-twee undewstan’. Buh, wha happen if Emm-sikstee-twee nu fowwow wuwes?” You question, getting closer to the nice mister.
“You’ll see. Also, my ‘namesie’ is Dr. Clarke Fields. This is my co-worker, Dr. Harriet Roseman. We both work on Project Bestest Sickies, with you and all the other bioengineered viruses on this floor.” The nice mister says, showing you another nice lady.
“Nu wan mowe owwies! Nu wan!” You complain as the nice mister gives you pokie-hurties with a meanie needle, saying nothing as he does it.
“There, you can go now. Here’s a complimentary replication-hugs fluffy for not moving during the genetic sequencing process.” Mister Clarke clapped, picking a very scared-looking baby fluffy up and handing it to you.
“Pwease nu huwt babbeh… Am onwy wittwe babbeh…” The fluffy sobs, looking up at you with its small eyes.
“Sowwy, buh nee’ sumwhewe fo’ bay-bees tu wive! Am su sowwy…” You whisper, trying to put yourself down the fluffy’s mouth without it choking.
“Hgurk! Hewp babbeh! Nu wan bad viwus huggies!” The fluffy screams, getting hit on the nose with a metallic stick as the nice mister shoves you in the baby fluffy’s mouth and forces it to swallow.
You did it! You didn’t want to give the baby hurties, so you did it as fast as you could so the baby only felt a little tummy pinch as you injected yourself into its stomach.
“Nyew fwiend? Nyew fwiend, 'ou oh-tay?” You say, waving you hand in front of the other Bestest Sickie Friend by your pen.
“Wan gu fowevew night nights. Wan gu fowevew night nights.” Your new friend repeats, sneaking out of its pen and drinking a liquid out of a bottle.
Your new friend drank disinfectant, causing it to spasm and foam at the mouth until it died.
“Fwiend? Fwiend! Wakies! Nu can wose 'ou, tuu! Awweady wost bay-bees!” You sob, trying to run out your pen to save your now-deceased friend.
That’s when you hear the baby fluffy in your pen scream.
“BIGGESH POOPIES! Hewp! Hab biggesh tummie huwties! Nu am weady fo’ hab babbehs! Am tuu wittw-” The fluffy screams, kicking around as its stomach explodes and your babies start eating its insides.
“Nu! Nu wan be nummies! Wai huwt babbeh?” The fluffy cries loudly, trying to kick your babies off as you grab them.
“Nu huwt bay-bees! Am onwy wittwe!” You shout, kicking the fluffy over.
“Nyew housie-fwiend fo’ Emm-sikstee-twee? Su happies!” You squeal as another nice mister shows you a fluffy and puts it down in your pen.
So, you had 'replication-huggies again, having 8 more babies added to your 7 existing ones.
“T-tuu man-ee bay-bees! Nu wan be pawentaw viwus aneemowe! Nu wan! Nu hab ee-nough sickie juicesies in sewf fo’ su man-ee bay-bees!” You cry, backing away from the mass amount of babies you’ve had.
“M-63’s not feeding its babies! What do I do?” The nice mister yells, picking you up.
“Here, give it to me! I’ll juicebag it for you.” A voice yells back, coming by your pen and picking you up.
“Nice wady sab Emm-sikstee-twee fwom bay-bees?” You ask, wiggling around as the nice lady puts you on a table.
“No. I’m taking your leggies and laser-closing your mouth, though.” The lady says, causing you to squeal in terror as the meanie lady slowly saws into your leggies with a meanie sharp thing.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WOWSTEST OWWIES!” You scream, as the meanie lady smack you to get you to be quiet.
It was done, and you were something called a “juicebag” now.
“Mmm-mmm… Mmmmm…” You sob, trying to look down and see if your leggies returned yet.
Every day was the same, and you knew it would always be like this. Just because you did a thing that your mommy thought was bad.