“CHIRP!”
Your last baby was in your mouth, no doubt screaming for milkies. Milkies you didn’t have.
The sun was gone, darkness was over the city. With the darkness the monsters would come. What were you to do? There was no way you were going near a human, just the sight of one now almost made your heart stop.
“CHIRP!”
“Nu noisie, babbeh!” You muffled to him. The last thing you wanted to attract were monsters.
It was hard to see much now, but you had to keep moving. Your tail hurt where you had pulled with all your might, your hooves hurt from scraping them against the ground, your mouth was still leaking blood where two of your teeth used to be
“Oh my god!”
You froze.
“Is he eating that poopie!?”
“CHIRP!”
It was a woman, a young one. You knew it was the blood in your mouth, flowing over the foal and onto the ground. But after your experience, you weren’t about to try and explain that to her. You darted into the nearest alley, as fast as you could.
“Feral fucks! Eating babies, what’s wrong with those things!?”
You kept going until you couldn’t hear her anymore. Your body was on fire, and your brown babbeh was still chirping.
“Chirp!” It was weaker now.
You didn’t have much time. Looking around, you tried to think back. Lollipop! You remembered chewing up the grass, feeding it to him. You didn’t know if it had actually worked, but it was worth a try. You looked around.
Only trash and concrete. You kept thinking.
“Chirp…”
How did you save Lollipop?
“Mummah wuv babbehs… babbehs wuv mummah…”
It was coming from up ahead. You remembered Flutter. You remembered leaving Lollipop with her.
You approached a box at the side of the alley, stained with water and whatever else, it was clearly a desperate dwelling.
“Dwink wots o’ miwkies… gwow up big an’ stwo-“
You jumped at the mention of milkies. Stepping into her view, you saw her. She was a unicorn, her coat green, her mane yellow, sucking at her teats were two foals, one red and one purple. She stopped her singing when she saw you.
Needing to speak clearly, you quickly set your babbeh on the ground.
“Is Dweam’s wastest babbeh! Babbeh nee’ miwkies! Mawe pwease gib babbeh miwkies?”
Her eyes darted down to the foal, and back to you. Her face turned to disgust, “Mummah onwy gib miwkies to mummah’s babbehs! An’ mummah nu at all gib miwkies to dummeh poopie babbehs!”
“Buh-“
“Gu ‘way!”
You stared at her for several moments. She was your last chance, your last chance for your last babbeh. Now she was going to deny you. You looked down to your starving babbeh, his shut eyes, his pointy horn, he could barely move his legs now.
