You are Princess, and you are currently making the biggest poopies! But, they aren’t poopies! They’re your babies! You’re so excited to meet them!
“Hmmmmmmgggghhh! Babbeh? Babbeh nee’ wickie-cweani-” You push out the last foal, turning around to see that three of them are deformed, have missing or extra body parts, and are chirping weakly. And, all your babies smell horrible!
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! DADDEH FWEND, HEWP! BABBEHS AM UGWY! NU SMEWW PWETTY! HEWP!” You screech, as your dummy daddeh’s friend walks into the room to look at your babies.
“Usually, they miscarry pretty early when they’re suffering from a pseudo-pregnancy… Princess, you have more babies. Here, I need to get them out. Can you make ‘sickie-water’ for me?” Your dummy daddeh’s friend squeezes your stomach more and more, until more babies come out slowly.
“Dees babbehs smeww pwetty!” You exclaim, smelling each one of your newest babies and comparing them to the other ones.
“Chirp! Chirp! Peep!” One of the no-smell-pretty babies peep and chirp hungrily, blindly stumbling over to your milkie-places as you swat it away.
“Pricness, feed your babies. I’ll be taking notes downstairs.” Your dummy daddeh’s friend states, walking off as you push the smell-pretty babies towards your milkie-places.
“Mummah wub babbehs, babbehs wub mummah…” You start to sing, ignoring the pile of chirping and peeping no-smell-pretty babies.
You are FV-0446, and you feel funny. For some reason, you only feel funny around F.A.07, and they’ve reported the same feelings! But if Bestest Sickie Friends can’t get sick, what’s happening to you both?
“Mistah Joesep? Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks hav biggest que-ion.” You say, as the nice mister picks you and carefully sits you down on his note-taking table.
“What’s your question?” He asks, looking up from his notepad and raising an eyebrow.
“Wai Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks hav fun-nee feewing awound Eff-ay-zewo-seven? Am nu sickies, wight?” You question, as he grins, walking out the room, and comes back with F.A.07.
“F.A.07, haven’t you been feeling the same feelings when you’re around FV-0446? Also, you both aren’t sick. That’s a sign that both of you are becoming big sickie-friends now, and you both might be special-friends soon.” The nice mister smiles, writing something down on another page as F.A.07 holds your stubby hand and looks at you nervously, appearing to be waiting for something.
“E-Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks be… speshew-fwiend? Yesh ow nu?” They question, as you pause to think and you come to a conclusion.
“Yesh, wiww be bestest sickie-fwiend evew fo’ speshew-fwiend!” You smile, as the nice mister smiles and stops writing, obviously hearing everything you’ve said.
“Good! You two are big sickie-friends now! Now, let’s go check on Princess.” The nice mister picks the two of you up, then walks upstairs.