《Don't be Mistaken! I'm not a Reincarnate!》Chapter 4: Life, Living, Misunderstanding
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Food came out of Mom....
She pressed me into her ‘breast’ or is it ‘bosom’? Either way she was pushing me into it until I complied and start sucking figuring that was what I was supposed to do. A white ‘creamy’ liquid enter my mouth and whatever it was it was delicious. After my meal I fell asleep and she wrapped a ‘blanket’ around me. It was nice.
When I woke I was confronted by a scraggly faced man holding me. I started panicking and squirming around as much as the confines would allow, which wasn’t much at all. Feeling in danger my body went on autopilot and my legs started thrashing about hoping to hit him in the schnoz.
He started trying to calm me down, patting me on the back, all that. I’m not gonna trust you so easy-
He started singing a lullaby. However that’s not why I’m ceased my assault, after all he’s horribly of pitch. Hold the ‘phone’ here, his voice sounds kinda familiar!... That means stop singing, I’m trying to think here Scraggly.
I put one of my noodly flails over his mouth in hopes to make him stop singing. Success! Thinking... thinking… it sounds a little like Low voice! So does that mean that Scraggly here’s my Dad?
… What’s with that expression? He looks like he’s both happy and… I’m not sure what it is but it looks unpleasant.
Wait! S top crying Old man it makes me feel very awkward… Hey! What did I just say? Stop it! Well if it you don’t stop it I’ll… I’ll… What will I do?
If I kick him, he might get startled and drop me……. Damnation that’s the only communication I know of at my disposal. ...Um… uh… You know what! The flubby flails worked to stop him from singing so maybe it will stop him from crying. Well here goes nothing!
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*I use my flubby flails to push on his cheek lightly.*
It backfired… now he’s crying even through his ‘nose’, but perhaps the most disgusting part was that now he was smiling really wide. Wide enough to see his ‘pearly’ whites, and… for the ‘nose’ tears to slide over them. …Wait why do I feel so repulsed by it? I’m only a baby after all, I have literally no experience with this let alone much of anything else! So why? Why smile in a way that even a baby is repulsed?!
Ugh! That’s it since my only safe means of attack is flailing and pushing at your face that’s what I’ll do! Either you get the hint or learn to make an even uglier face! Have at you!
Eeeew! Ew ew! I’m not a tissue or a handkerchief. Stop rubbing across your ‘razor blade’ face, Scraggly!
The blue garbed lady from earlier and the Tormentor turned Milk Cow stepped into the room where I was waging war against Scraggly’s bearded face. Due to this Scraggly was forced to forfeit the match. Cleaning his face in a sign of surrender, his face flushed in embarrassment, rightly so!
I glare at Scraggly attempting to telepathically tell him: “You were my favorite, now you’ve been usurped in favor of another! Haha!”
Scraggly was about to pass me to Milk Momma, but in relief I ‘dropped the bomb’. ...It seems now it’s my turn to be embarrassed… it was disgusting. I was passed to Blue Lady and everyone laughed about it though, so it was ok!
I felt frustrated and embarrassed again soon after… I can’t wipe myself… A horrifying realization occured as Blue Lady put me down and took out another cloth bag and approached. I struggled in my embarrassment, but I couldn’t properly flail at her my arms were too short and I have no sides! My attacks were to no avail as she wiped me and affixed me into a new cloth bag.
Clean and worn out I fall asleep.
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