I came into this world to see nothing, just absolute and dominating darkness. Aside from the lack of light, my other senses were overwhelmed by a flurry of new smells and sensations. My eyes suddenly adjusted to the dark and what I saw wasn’t the most welcoming of sights; a dark cave with water dripping from stalagmites at the roof. All of the sudden, I saw a face, green in color and covered with bumps and scars. As I saw more and more, the face turns into a creature of about four feet in height, with knobby joints, skinny appendages, appearing on the verge of starvation, and a dark green body. (Bet you can’t guess what this is, lol)
As any normal human would do, I started to scream as loudly as I could. I didn’t want to die, leaving behind my friends and family. My screaming stopped. Who was my family? Who were my friends…? Who was… I? I could remember everything about earth except for personal information. I wasn’t sure if this was a form of amnesia or shock, I just hoped it wasn’t permanent.
As I was picked up, I felt rough calluses scrape my back. On that note, I found out that I was of the same species, whatever it may be, as the green creature. I am brought to a small pen, about five by five feet, filled with creatures that looked like me. As I was set down, a bottle was forced into my mouth. I tried to refuse the bottle, but it gets forced even further into my mouth, a rough voice speaks something that I had no idea what it meant and sweet, protein-filled milk flows. I gulp it down, as much as I could.
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The next fews days of my life revolved around milk and sleep, a constant cycle of both. I’ve surmised that whatever I may be is something that grows much faster than human babies. My weight has increased by several pounds already in the course of these few days and the infants around me seem to be doing so as well. Aside from physical changes, I’ve been trying to learn the language. I remember reading somewhere back on earth that human babies pick up languages several times faster than adults because of their overwhelming ability to learn and I am guessing that applies to me as well. The language consists of guttural noises and clicks. A caretaker, the goblins that feed and change us, came into the room and picked up a newborn, grunting as they did so. “Milk (unintelligible).... grow strong quickly.”