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Life was so good…
Mummah always cuddled and gave lickie cleanies to you and your siblings, but you were different, you were her bestest babbeh!
You always had miwkies first, a lot of it. They were so warm, she let you feed all you wanted, and yet you still wanted your siblings to taste them, even the one mummah always called the “dummeh poopie babbeh”.
“Mummah wub babbehs, babbehs wub mummah~” She always sung while you nursed on her tasty miwkies. It was like heaven, your tummeh was never empty, even when mummah said she didn’t find nummies for her.
Life was so good… Until one day, it wasn’t anymore.
“Ah, there you are…” A cold, sharp voice echoed through the alley, a hoomin’s voice, you guessed, your seeing places weren’t open yet.
“Hewwo nice mistah! Wook, am mummah nao! Babbehs awe su pwetty, wight?” Mummah said as she lifted you up from her miwkies, showing you to the stranger.
“Yeah, yeah, they are so… pretty.” He said. You felt that something was… off with his tone.
“Cheep cheep peep!” You chirped, as a cold hand grabbed your leggie and lifted you up, it hurts, your tiny bones weren’t supposed to be handled like this.
“Nice m-mistah! Pwease gib bestest babbeh back! Nu gib bad upsies tu—” You heard before a loud crack noise was made and a “Shut the fuck up, rat” was said by the munstah hoomin. You made scaredy peepees.
You always heard mummah say that some hoomins are munstahs, but you never believed it, after all, you were safe with her. She would protect you from any munstahs that appeared.
Your leg was then pressed backwards, the pain was unbearable, until… CRACK
“EEEEEEEEEE! PIPIPIPIPIPIPI!” You screamed and cried, the pain not letting you hear mummah’s cries and another kick she received.
You felt your body being pushed inside something. You tapped desperatedly on the glass with your good front leggie, but nothing happened, mummah’s fluff wasn’t there to warm you anymore, just the cold air of the darkie times.
“PWEASE MISTAH! GIB BESTEST BABBEH BACK! HUUUUU!” Mummah screamed, but all she received was another kick to the snout, and then she fell silent, you could now only hear the desperate chirps of your siblings.
“Finally… Well, you’re coming with me, fatso. We’ll have so much fun.” The glass bottle you were in started to shake as the man walked with you in his hands. You tried to stand up, but everytime you did so the bottle shook violently and you fell face first onto the glass. You could smell a scent of iron and poopies from inside the bottle now.
You curled up into a ball, trying to stay warm while trembling in fear. Why didn’t Mummah protect you? She was supposed to do it, she promised you when you were born… Even your Daddeh, the one you never met, would’ve protected you…
Didn’t she love you anymore?
…
After many forevers, you arrived somewhere, and was finally let out of your glass prison and onto a cold, metal surface.
“Mediocre colors… I’ll call you Rusty. Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?” You heard a sizzling sound, it smelled like.. burnies.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you? Even if you aren’t, I’ll make you something to eat…” The man grabbed your broken leggie, twisted it, and simply pulled it out.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” You screamed, now the pain was even worse. The smell of booboo wawas was even more prominent in the air now, and you made even more scaredy poopies on the metal plate.
“Don’t shit on your bed, you rat! Eat it now or I’ll shove it all down your throat!” He picked you up by the scruff and shoved your face onto the still steaming pile of poopies, you tried to breathe, but the only smell you could feel was that awful one.
You began to lose consciousness, that smell was too powerful for your tiny nose, and the munstah hoomin kept you pressed there.
Soon, you fainted.
You dreamt of mummah.
Of how she said you looked like daddeh.
Of how she never hoofed you even when you did bad things.
Of how she always licked your messes without saying a word.
Of how she loved you no matter what.
You miss mummah.
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To be continued…
