One of your first memories are the bad man’s hands. He brought you away from your mummah, away from your milkies and warm fluff. You cried and cried for days, maybe even weeks, no matter what it felt like foweba.
Waking you from a dream, he brings in a metal munstah that looks like a teebee…and it plays a movie!
You squirm excitedly, but can’t move off the cold wall. The meanie squeezie is still there.
The bad man laughs his hearty laugh, scaring you to silence. He forces you to stare at the screen until your mummah comes on, holding a small brown baby.
You hear the bad man speak from the teebee.
"Say Frosty, do you want to play some more? I’ll give you five more minutes…"
"YESH DADDEH BWEASE GIFF MORE PWAY!!!
“Hahaha, sounds great hon! All you have to do is give me one of your babies, for ‘safe keeping’.”
"MOAW pway? Onwy gib babbeh?? OTAE!! HAB WOSTEST BABBEH!!
You look at the screen, horrified at who the worst baby was. How could they be worst to your mummah! She was so beautiful, and sweet, and…
You look at it’s leg. It has a birthmark on it’s left forearm.
…so do you.
You cry, and cry, and cry. So much you can’t move, not like you could anyway. You don’t want to either. You just want to sit in silence. But one thing keeps playing through your mind as the dark creeps in, beginning your final sleepies.
“bad…babbeh…”