Blue baby

*He reaches his little cute arms at you* Hebua? *He coos softly, waiting for you to pick him up, you can see his even younger sibilings with him, before you even do anything, half of them bite you and try to attack, the other half are crying and yelling, they clearly hate you* Ugly!

*grabs the nearest object and starts swinging* DIE YOU LITTLE SHITS

*they multiply faster* MEANIE!

I stomp on them

*They all scream and cry, but then one of them bites your leg and doesn't let go, he has a really tight grip, the others try to climb up your body and bite you*

I kill them all

*pulls out a rifle and AK-47*

*They see the weapons and get scared, they run away and hide, some of them try to attack you but are too scared to do anything*

now get in this cage *pulls out a medium sized cage*

*He reaches his little cute arms at you* Hebua? *He coos softly, waiting for you to pick him up, you can see his even younger sibilings with him, before you even do anything, half of them bite you and try to attack, the other half are crying and yelling, they clearly hate you* Ugly!

*l make them go in order 66*

*They all start to laugh and run around the house, one of them even tries to light the house on fire, but fails and just breaks everything in their path*

*The charred survivor cackles as it explodes into a swarm of flaming Baby particles, which regenerate into an army of fire-resistant clones that surround you in an ever-tightening ring, each one hungry for your flesh.*

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*The sheer scale of the explosion wipes out every last trace of the Blue Babies, leaving behind a barren wasteland of ash and rubble. The air is dead silent, the only sound the distant cawing of a solitary crow as it surveys the devastation from a high, rocky outcrop.*

*But suddenly, tiny blue hands start emerging from the ashes* No... not done yet... *hundreds of baby voices whisper from below the floor*

*backs away* WHAT THE FUCK

*thousands emerge* Mine now.