Babby

>Memories of a life I never really had to call my own slowly seep into my brain.

>I remember something horrible happened but I can’t quite place it. As if I was back in the hospital, begging for death and it happened, only backwards.

>Opening my eyes for the first time, I find it difficult to focus on anything in particular.

>All I see is a plain room.

>No, it is a prison of sorts.

>My range of motion is limited and I am surrounded by bars.

>Was I drugged? I then use my other senses to try and figure out where I am and what could have happened.

>I strain myself, trying to listen to my surroundings. However, all I hear is vibrations.

>I try to imagine sounds I want to hear, as a pitiful attempt to comfort myself, such as birds, laughter, just the usual everyday things I would have taken for granted.

>On that note- what even is a bird, or laughter? I remember the concept but to grasp the actual idea…

>With new-found determination and difficulty, I try to move again, this time trying to sit up.

>I fail miserably.

>One of my greatest fears is being helpless, another is being lost.

>I cried like a little bitch that day.

>I may have also wet myself just a little bit.

>The feeling I had was quite overwhelming, you see.

>Then I felt a touch, strong yet gentle.

>I wanted to continue crying for all I was worth, yet for some reason the negative feelings melted away instantly.

>I was now putty in the hands of this omnipotent.

>It lifted me, as if I were a frail little child. I then felt something warm and prodding against my cheek.

>Surely and slowly, I open my mouth, accepting the small meaty invader.

>I bit down as hard as I could, but it seems I didn’t have teeth as well.

>I then was greeting by a warm, sweet fluid. It was thick and completely rich in flavor.

>I understand now.

>I died and went to a place where I could lay around and drink the milk of gods for the rest of my life because I lead a good past life.

>I swear I could almost hear the creature moan in pleasure as I suckled every last drop from its fleshy pouch.

>Releasing the beast from my mouth-hug, with a satisfying pop

>It lifted me up once more, much higher and started to pat my back.

>I then released a weak sounding belch, before it lifted me in front of its face.

>I then released whatever I had drank if the form of manure.

>I recognized this face, I only know him by the name of Discord.