Read the previous parts here:
The Bottle Baby
The Bottle Baby Part 2
The Bottle Baby Part 3
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You felt.. warm.
You opened your see places, you finally saw something that wasn’t a blur, you saw.. mummah?
Mummah! Finally!
It was all a nightmare! Thank Sky Daddeh!
You went forward and lunged on mummah’s miwkie places, sucking her miwkies nonstop. Your siblings tried to get close, but you just kicked them away.
Mummah even pat you with her hoof while singing. “Mummah wub babbeh, babbeh wub mummah~”
You missed this feeling, this smell, this taste, her voice, everything.
It is so good. You wish it was never over, this was paradise.
You felt something touch your head, but you didn’t care. You felt it again, you ignored it and suckled harder.
Then you were pulled away from mummah’s teats by the scruff. She ignored you, petting the air as if you were still there.
“Mummah! Mummah!” You screamed in tears, but nothing happened. Mummah still ignored, now one of your weak siblings nursing in your place, being called the bestest babbeh instead of you.
You were thrown into a empty void, landing with a deafening thud. It was cold… Too cold.
You curled up and sobbed, no one hearing your cries of despair and loneliness.
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You woke up and tried to move… Nothing.
You were tied in place, and you were hungry. Very hungry.
“C-chee… cheep…” You chirped weakly, trying to move again. Useless.
Then footsteps came closer, you knew what was going to happen next.
But instead of pain… Something landed gently in your growing mane and stroked it. Something was petting you.
You sniffed and let tears flow freely. It was the first time in weeks since someone gave you anything other than hurties.
“M-mu.. mummah?” You smiled weakly, hope slowly coming back. Maybe.. maybe it was a good hoomin, like mummah used to tell you.
She told you munstah hoomins exist, but there are also nice ones.
But then…
“Your mom’s not here, Rusty. I’ll give you something nicer to eat, as you’re getting too weak.” It was the munstah hoomin’s voice. You started to tremble, making scaredy peepees and poopies on the plate, and screamed with all your tiny lungs’ might.
“SCREEEEEEEE! NU! NU WAN! NU WAN! AM ONWY WIDDOW BABBEH! WHY MISTAH SU MEANIE? HUUUUUUU!” Before you could anything else though, the man pinched your snout shut, earning some whimpers from you.
“First of all, shut up.” The munstah said, surprisingly calm… Too calm, really.
“Second of all, you’re getting older now, but also getting weaker and weaker. If you don’t want to eat though, that’s fine. I’ll just leave.” His hand left your mane, and you screamed again, this time begging.
“P-Pwease! Am gun be gud babbeh! Jus’ wan gud nummies, pwease! Huuuuu!”
“Good boy.” You heard him leave, and you were left alone again. In the cold dark.
That is, until you smelled something… Something good, and your ears perked up.
The munstah just brought a bowl full of kibble.
You wanted to eat the good smelling nummies, even though your teeths were weak and rotting from the constant poop eating.
You wanted to… but what if it was poisoned somehow?
But what if it wasn’t? You…
“What are you waiting for? I’ll give you 1 minute to eat it all.” The mistah said, finally untying you.
You lunged forward and started to eat desperatedly. You felt your teethies cracking and breaking, teeth shards and blood filling your mouth, but you didn’t stop.
You just ate, your first decent meal since you were abducted from your mummah.
It hurt a lot, the shards puncturing your gums and all, but you didn’t care.
You just ate, sobbing in between due to the pain.
Until the bowl was left clean.
“Good boy…” He pet you. “Tomorrow I’ll bring your mother here, try your best to smile, okay?”
You just nodded, the taste of kibble quickly being overwhelmed by the taste of blood.
“Good night, kiddo.” He flicked your forehead again and left.
You were alone again.
…
You walked — or dragged yourself — the best you could towards the table’s edge.
The pain was unbearable, your mouth was completely ruined.
Yet, you had a chance…
To end it all…
To end this nightmare…
…
“Eep!” You whimpered, the rope on your neck getting tighter and tighter. Yet, you were getting closer and closer to the edge.
Just a little more…
Before you lost consciousness…
You were a good babbeh, you could do this.
You were the bestest babbeh…
Right…?
You blacked out from lack of air.
Would mummah save you tomorrow?
You hoped so…
Or that at least she ended your suffering…
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To be continued…
I’m still alive y’all. Just taking a little break.