Five Nights With...a Baby?

[marxthebaby]

Prologue

"Let me get this straight; you brought him back so you could do...whatever this is?" The voice he heard while attempting to sleep was confused, and rather muffled by something, but he could detect a twinge of annoyance. He could actually feel numbness and heat envelope his body, and unleashed a mangled wail of protest, trying desperately to open his eyes. A hand clamped over them the minute they opened, and another voice, one that was harsher, spoke, "Don't say anything revealing, Bon; he's not used to his new life just yet, and he probably doesn't remember anything. I'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much!"

Who were these people, and why was he getting a sick feeling at the pit of his stomach just listening to them speak? He began shifting about rapidly, and cried out again at the feeling of unforgiving heat. "Now look what you did; you've made him fussy! Christ, Bon, do you know how this parenting shit works?! You don't make the damn baby fussy, he'll keep us up all night!" Baby? Parenting? With each word, his mind became more and more muddled with confusion, as the hand over his eyes was carefully removed. Bright light assaulted his vision, making him whine in annoyance before rubbing his delicate eyes with both, furry hands-

Wait a minute; furry? The minute he finally saw clearly, his eyes latched onto his now tiny hands; both were covered in golden fur, velvety soft to the touch. Lifting a leg experimentally, he saw that it was also furry, and ended in a round paw of sorts, that was left bare. After stealing a glance at the bottom, and the strong joints of his legs, he realized that his feet and legs were engineered for hopping around, which was rather odd in of itself. Something fell into his eyes, and he let out a sharp growl of annoyance, trying to push it away, until he saw what it was; a floppy ear. Twitching his nose, he squirmed, not yet able to let the reality of the situation sink in until he saw the looming figures that stood over his body.

One was obviously a bear, covered in dark brown fur, clad in a top hat and a bow tie. His face was grim and his expression was virtually unreadable, but he could sense some hostility from the way he grit his teeth. The bear's eyes were rather frightening, in a way; a sky blue, yet narrowed in such a manner that it looked as if certain parts were an ominously dark gray color. The other was a purple rabbit who figeted nervously, tugging at the red bow tie around his neck as he looked about; the poor bastard didn't look like he wanted to be there at all. He decided that he might as well question these mysterious strangers, so he asked, "Why am I here, and who are you?" but it came out wrong.

Panic made his now tiny heart start to pound with increasing rapidity when he realized that not only did he know how to speak, but these people couldn't understand him; he heard himself, in nothing but the incoherent babblings of an infant. "He's awake." The bear spoke coldly, adjusting his bow tie and shooting a bitter glance his way. Bothered by the behavior of this strange person, he stuck out his tongue, and folded his arms over his now golden chest before taking a look around. He was on a table, lying on his back, and his middle was strapped down firmly with some kind of restraint.

It was at this point that he noticed, much to his dismay, that he was naked, and tried to cover himself with a whine. The bear shoved his hands away, heaving his legs into the air and forcing something underneath his body. "Freddy, should we unlock the restraint? It's not like he's goin' anywhere; he's too little for that." The purple-furred rabbit he now knew as Bon spoke tentatively, and before he could fully grasp what was being said, powder coated his entire body, and his nose twitched. After he sneezed, the powder tickling his nose, and began to writhe in discomfort, the bear glowered fiercely at the rabbit, unamused.

"Better safe than sorry." was all the fluffy animal cared to say, taping something around his waist before unlocking the restraint, hefting his body off the table, and tucking him under one arm. He felt something spread his legs apart, and squirmed again, still rather uncomfortable and bothered by the strange, sweet-smelling powdery substance that lingered on his pelt. "What'll we call him, now that he's...y'know?" He listened to Bon spoke awkwardly to Freddy, whimpering with annoyance at the feeling of being dangled from the ground in such a manner, kicking his legs wildly. The exasperated bear gave him a quick swat to the thigh, and scolded him, "No kicking, Goldilocks." This prompted a laugh from the purple rabbit, and he suddenly felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment as he spoke, "That's adorable; we should call him Goldilocks." Thankfully, as he covered his face in his little hands, the bear spoke in his defense, "That would be too girly; how about something different?"

He looked up at the purple rabbit beseechingly, ignoring the loud crinkling of his diaper as he continued to kick his legs. When the rabbit spoke, he listened intently, eager to hear his new name, "Goldenrod sounds nice, doesn't it?" The name did sound appealing, and he had no choice but to accept it, as the bear seemed to like it as well. After a moment, he felt the bear grab him by the scruff and move his arm away, placing him into some kind of barred cell. He touched the drab, gray bars, and watched the bear fearfully as the top was tightly closed. "It does. Now let the baby sleep; he has a big day tomorrow." With that, Freddy locked the top of the cell shut, and walked away. In the flick of a switch, everything went dark, and Goldenrod heard nothing but the sound of his own breathing as he drifted off into an uneasy, dreamless slumber.

[LilFozzyJ5]

Interesting start, i am looking forward to seeing where this adventure leads

[marxthebaby]

(Thanks! I think I'll try writing up a new chapter now..)

Chapter 1

He awoke to the sound of high-pitched, infantile wailing that echoed in his ears. Putting both of his furry little hands over each ear, he couldn't shake the noise, until he caught wind of something he had done; the smell was overpowering, and the sensation of the warm mush over his backside and up his body made him start to scream louder. Everything was fuzzy, blurred by his tears, and it seemed that the discomfort would never end, when a set of hands seized him below the armpits. "Fucking hell, Bon; he already shit himself." The annoyed tone and glare of the brown-furred bear that held him at arm's length made him let loose another wail, this time out of embarrassment and sheer mortification. The bear ignored his cries and fussing, making no attempt to comfort him as he carried his squirming body away. He felt nothing short of humiliated, and he could hardly control his sobs; they escaped his lips with increasing rapidity, brought upon by the foreign sensation of the mess coating his pelt.

When he was set down, he didn't know what to expect, but he sure as hell wasn't suspecting that a torrent of freezing cold water to strike him right in the back. Not only did the force knock him flat on his face, it made him let loose a scream loud enough to wake the dead, and the purple rabbit-who had just arrived, from what he could tell-spoke to the bear who was nearly blasting his back open, "Freddy, are you sure he can handle being washed like this? He is an infant, after all-" The dark-furred bear cut his companion off with a harsh remark, that made the shivering baby flinch, "Goldenrod can handle whatever the fuck I do to him; after what he did, this is child's play." He then felt another torrent of water strike him, this time on the backside, making him let loose yet another scream at the numbness and pain it gave him.

It took no time at all for him to notice something glimmering, something particularly shiny, nearby. Squirming on his bottom with a whine, he dragged his sopping wet, shaking body over to it until he could see it clearly; a freshly sharpened knife, blade pointing towards the sink. Curious, he reached over for the knife with one hand, and, faster than he could blink, a purple hand grabbed his tiny arm, the rabbit who used said hand chiding him, "Oh, no you don't; babies can't play with knives. I wouldn't want you to get hurt, no I wouldn't!" Frustrated that he wasn't allowed to see the knife, he stuck out his lower lip, and after that, began baring his teeth into a vicious snarl- Wait a minute. He reached into his mouth and prodded the teeth inside; they were each in their proper positions, and felt rather filmy when he ran a tongue over them. Did babies usually have teeth, or was he a special case?

Before he could attempt to ask this important question, the rabbit picked him up, and tickled his belly, cooing into his ear, "Who's a cute, stinky baby? You are!" while the bear looked on in disgust. Freddy-he knew that was the bear's name by now-mused in annoyance, in a voice so venomous he was practically flinching from the snake-like tone the bear took on, "Christ, Bon; he may look like an infant, but you can't just coddle him like that! You know the rules, don't you?" This, most certainly, would be the time to try snarling; he wanted to frighten the bear who seemed so powerful and intimidating. So, with that in mind, he puffed out his chest, bared his teeth, narrowed his eyes and let out a loud, ferocious snarl from deep in his throat.

As he probably should have expected, the rabbit holding his tiny body began to laugh uncontrollably, nearly collapsing to the floor in a hysterical fit of laughter. However, as he tugged on his own, golden and floppy ears, he saw that the bear was smirking, and fighting back a laugh. "He's trying to act all tough; isn't that precious?" Freddy cooed into his ear, taking his body from the rabbit as he felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Well, at least he had tried something to frighten them, though it hadn't worked as he'd planned. After he was carried away, to the table, he began wriggling about and beating his tiny fists against it; he didn't want to be placed in the odd garment again. Despite his attempts, he was unable to stop the much larger bear from taping a thick, white garment around his waist, and tickling his gut, making him laugh. "Goldenrod's a ticklish little thing; that's ironic. I wonder what BB would think of that." The remark, made by the bear, forced him to blink in confusion as imaginary cogs worked in his addled mind; who was this BB person? Why was his infantile giggling supposidely ironic? Before he could question these things, he heard a loud knock on the door, and saw the purple rabbit open it from where he lay on the table.

The minute he saw who was waiting on the other side, he felt a sudden surge of both fear and loathing, then began screaming at the top of his lungs...

[marxthebaby]

I'll try updating this tommorrow.