You are Daisy, and you are still helping your mummah’s special friend look for your friend. You miss them! Why did the meanie person take them?
“Daddeh fin’ fwend?” You ask, tapping your mummah’s special-friend with your hooves as he turms around.
“No, but we should find them soon. I know you miss your friend, but we have to find the bad person that took them.” He says, looking outside for any traces for your friend for the third time.
“We gu in vwoom-vwoom munsta an’ twy wook fo’ fwend?” You request, walking outside with your mummah’s special-friend.
“Why didn’t I think of that? Yes, we can go in the car and look for your friend.” He nods, opening the door to the vroom-veoom monster and bringing you in it as well.
You are FV-0446, and you are waiting for the fluffy you gave replication-huggies to have your babies. You still want your mommy, and you still don’t quite know why they took you here! You can’t tell if it’s night-nights time or bright-time, and you can’t tell how many bright-times it’s been since you got here!
“BIGGESH POOPIES! HEWP FWUFFY! HAB WOWSTEST TUMME- SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! TUMMEH MAK’ BIG HOWE!” You hear one of the fluffies in one of the small cages across the room from you screech, wiggling its limbs around frantically.
“FV-8364, here’s your babies. Now that you can make… ‘sickie-juicesies’ for them, we’ll bottle it up and spray it onto your mommy and daddy. Remember, you’re all here to get every Hasbio employee who helped make you all sick.” One of the meanie people says, going over to the cage next to you and attaching something to the Bestest Sickie Friend’s pointy-thingies.
“P-pwease nu tay-ke sickie-juicesies! Nee fo’ bay-bees! Bay-bees nee!” They cry out, turning towards you and sniffling.
“Nyu fwiend? Am su sowwy they du this… Wan wun 'way soon?” You whisper, smiling as they nod at you.
“Yeh… Miss dad-dee…” They whisper back, trying to hug you through the cage.
“BIGGESH POOPIES! TUMMEH HUWT SU BAD! HEW- SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” You hear yet another fluffy shriek and cry as its stomach bursts open, releasing what appear to be your babies.
“FV-0446, here’s your babies. Every sickie-shit in here with babies gets the ‘pointy-thingie-sucker’, alright?” Another one of the meanie people warns, coming closer to your cage and attaching weird tubes to your pointy-thingies.
You don’t want to get your mommy even sicker! What if she goes forever-night-nights? Why are the meanie people depriving your babies of the juicesies they need? Your sickie-juicesies aren’t meant to be weaponized!
