You are a baby fluffy, and you have the worstest heart-hurties!
Even when you were still a tiny chirpy baby, your can was a not-good nestie. The walls were cold, and so hard and slippery. You got so many owies from bumping your snout and weggies into them.
You were so cold all the time. There was no blankies or fluff or other babies or anything. You would huu-huu by yourself and the can gave you no huggies or nothing.
There was a not-comfy suck-y tube in your poopie-place, and it made loud, scary sounds sometimes!
At first, there was plenty of miwkies to drink, even if they did taste super yicky. They tasted so bad that you wanted to cry. You would try to stop drinking, but would get so hungry that you had no choice.
Then, after so many forevers, the miwkie pwace stopped working!
Your see-places had opened by then, but you still couldn’t understand why no miwkies were coming. You would suck at the hard rubber nipple in front of your face, but you couldn’t get any miwkies, not even yicky bitter miwkies!
Every few long-times, your mummah would come into the room, and you would be suuuu happies to see her.
Mummah is the prettiest human mummah in all of everywhere!
You love your mummah so much, even though she doesn’t love you.
Before your see-places opened, you used to think that she was talking to you all of those times!
She would call you a good baby, and tell you how much she loved you!
Her voice was so quiet and hard to hear, but that was okay.
Sometimes, she was so quiet that you couldn’t understand anything at all. Sometimes, she would suddenly say something much louder, always about bad babies.
Then, when your see-places opened, you learned that your mummah wasn’t talking to you after all—that she never had been.
You know that she’s talking to a different baby fluffy. You have never seen the other baby—Mummah always holds her with her back toward your can—but you can hear her chirping and cooing and that makes you have small heart-happies.
But it also gives you biggest saddies. Why doesn’t Mummah love you?
She won’t look at you. She doesn’t listen when you talk to her.
It’s like you’re not even there at all! That gives you biggest scawdies!
You know that you must be a bad fluffy.
That makes you have the worstest saddies!
You don’t want to be a bad babbeh!
…
Your see-places had been open for three bright-times when the suck-y tube came out of your poopie place.
That made you suuuuu happies! You never liked the suck-y tube; it gave you lots of owwies and scawdies.
You were so happy that you made a poopie right then and there!
Your very first poopie! You have biggest happies!
You are so happies, that you make more poopies, and peepees too!
When you are done, the fluff on your back and poopie-place is wet, and smells suuuuper not-pretty.
Soon, your whole can smells not-pretty!
It smells so not-pretty that you start to cry!
“SCREEEEE! Mummah, pwease hewp babbeh! Poopies make fwuff feew yicky, smeww bewy not-pwetty!”
You watch Mummah’s back as she gently rocks that good baby.
“Pwease Mummah, am onwy widdwe babbeh! Haf wots ob tummy-huwties! Pwease hewp babbeh!”
As usual, your desperate cries for help are ignored.
…
Three more bright-times pass, and now you have worstest saddies and worstest hurties!
There is poopie everywhere. All of your fluff smells not-pretty and feels super yicky. You can’t even see any of your pretty purple fluff anymore—along with most of the glass around you, you are completely covered in smewwy poopies.
Your can has gotten so much smaller! You used to be able to roll around inside, and now you can’t move at all!
“Pwease nice cannie, stop gettin’ smawwer! Nu swink on fwuffy! Fwuffy am haf biggest owwies!”
The walls are so tight around you that you can barely make breathsies!
You see your beautiful mummah open the door. Just like every bright-time, she doesn’t even look at you as she crosses the room.
“M-mummah!” you wheeze, having the worstest hurties you’ve ever had. “Pwease wet fwuffy owt! Fwuffy nee’ hewp! Miwkie-pwace nu wowk nu mowe! Babbeh haf wowstest tummy-huwties! Nee’ miwkies! Nee’ huggies!”
Your tummy gives you such bad owwies that you make sickie wawa!
Sickie wawa gives you the worst buwnie-huwties in your mouff and fwoat!
Your see-places start to show you funny things, and suddenly your head is suuuuu heavy!
You face plant into your own shit and vomit.
For a few seconds, you are stuck! The sickie wawa is in your breathie-places and see-places and it gives you big owwies!
The can is so small around you that you barely have room to raise your head.
There is boo-boo juice in your sickie wawa.
You sob quietly to yourself.
You don’t want to go fowebah sweepies!
You listen to Mummah and the other fluffy baby.
Mummah gives the little baby a namsie! Despite your hurties, you get excited! Maybe Mummah will give you a pwetty namsie too!
You can hear Ellie talking. “Mummah, Ewwy heawd anoda fwuffy! Fwuffy was cwyin an su scawdies!”
“Other fluffy?” you hear Mummah say back. “No, little one, there are no other fluffies here, only you.”
It takes you a moment to process her words. Ellie…heard you?
Mummah doesn’t know that you’re here?
Nobody has ever heard you before!
You get suuu excited, and also suuu scawed! It’s a not-good feeling.
“SCREEEEEEE! PWEASE HEWP FWUFFY! FWUFFY AM HEWE! FWUFFY AM HEWE! FWUFFY NEE’ HEWP! HAF OWWIES! HAF SADDIES!”
You are screaming as loud as you possibly can.
“Mummah heaw dat?” Ellie peeps. “Ewwy heaw anoda fwuffy!”
“No, little one, I don’t hear anything at all!”
“Mummah, pwease gib Ewwy upsies and wawkies! Ewwy wan show Mummah weaw heaw fwuffy fwom!”
You continue to screech as loud as you can.
Ellie can hear you!
Ellie is coming to find you!
Mummah…is going to let you out…of the meanie cannie!
Meanie…cannie…
…Cannie…is so…small…
You try to take a breath to continue your scream, but the can is too tight!
It shrunk too much! You can’t make breathies!
If you can’t make breathies, you can’t make screamies, and Ellie will never find you!
Your see-places get smaller and smaller, and you have the worstest scawdies.
You can’t go fowebah sweepies!
Not yet!
You’re just a little baby!
The last thing you see before your see-places go dark is something small and white drape itself over the outside of your can.