You are FV-0446, and your parental virus still is acting weird! They won’t talk, they just make little noises and sounds and their eyes look funny, like they’re looking at two different things! Your mommy was the last one with them, though…
“Mom-mee? Wai pawentaw viwus ack fun-nee? Nu undastan…!” You question, pointing at them as they suckle on their stubby oven-mitt hands.
“Oh, they’re just being silly. Mommy didn’t do anything, mommy promises.” Your mommy smiles, as you hug her leg and walk back over to them.
“Oh-tay… Pawentaw viwus, nu wike this game. Pwease stop nyo?” You plead quietly, as their eyes temporarily shift back to normal and they hold your arm.
“Guh… Buh…” They babble, continuing to look at two different things as you start to sob.
“Pwease stop! Nu wike!” You beg, mewling as they look at you and whisper.
“Bay-bee… Buh! Wittwe bay-bee… Guh… Meanie hous…” They mutter, as their words get more and more fractured, using what little comprehension they have left to point at… your mommy?
“Mom-mee? Wha mom-mee du?” You whisper to them, hoping that they can tell you at least one more broken-up word.
“Maek… Guh… Buh… Dum-mee… Buh… Nu wike…” They whisper, holding your arm as you look up at your mommy.
“Mom-mee maek pawentaw viwus dum-mee? Buh, mom-mee am gewd! Am confoosed…” You mutter, trying to fathom how your mommy could do something so… not-good.
“Buh… Guh…” They mumble, chewing on their oven-mitt hand as they stare into nothingness.
“Mom-mee weawwy maek pawentaw viwus dum-mee?” You question, looking up at your mommy as she laughs.
“How’d you find that out…? I told you, they’re just being silly!” Your mommy smiles, as you look at her closer. She’s lying! Why would she do that? You can’t believe it! You thought she was good!
“Hay-te meanie mom-mee! Nu wan 'ou be mom-mee aneemowe! Am jus meanie wady!” You shout, running upstairs before she can pick you up and walking into your safe-room to cry.
You are Dr. Harriet Roseman, and you’ve actually done it. You’ve made FV-0446 not want to be your bio-toy anymore. You need it for research purposes, so you’ve got to do something. Something a bit drastic.
“FV-0446, I have a surprise for you!” You yell, as you wait to get a response, holding your hastily-built creation behind your back. If this works, you could have a baby Bestest Sickie Friend who you could re-program.
“NU CAWE! Dum-mee meanie wady…” They shout, as you walk into their safe-room and find them huddled in a corner.
“Have you ever wanted to be a baby again, FV-0446?” You question, snatching them up as they try and kick you.
“Yeh… Wai ask that, meanie wady?” They ask, still trying to be put down as they leak ‘sickie-juicesies’ onto the carpet.
“You’re becoming one soon. Very soon.” You say, pulling out your quickly-made device, turning it on, and firing it at them.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Peep! Peep! Squeak! Squeak!” You hear it peep and squeak, as you sigh in relief.
This is a brand new start.
AN: What do I write next? Comment!