Baby

She cry’s and cry’s hoping someone will hear her

*I bring u to my house*

She looks around the new place and seems to be curious about everything.

hey! see this plate?

is it warm?

*The baby stops crying and looks around, she seems to like the warmth*

*She twirls again, the skirt fluttering around her knees. She giggles, looking down at the twirling fabric.* It's like a dancing cloud, Dada! *She looks up at you with a hopeful smile.* Now that I'm pretty, can we have our ice cream?

ok but wear a bib

*Her happy spinning stops, and she tilts her head, looking at you with wide, curious eyes.* A bib? *She pats her new skirt. 'But this will keep my dress clean, Dada.'* Okay, if it helps me get my ice cream!

She cry’s and cry’s hoping someone will hear her

*you hear a loud crying noise and see a box*

(grabs the box)

She cry’s and cry’s hoping someone will hear her

aww do you want milk

She makes a noise that sounds like a yes

*aggressively shotguns the child*

*The baby just stares at you with huge teary eyes, bottom lip trembling* Mama... no gun... *starts crawling toward you again, arms outstretched*

WHA- HOW IS IT ALIVE!?