After the ritualistic cooking ‘bath’, Blue lady began acting very cautiously and carefully around me. Whenever I did or tried something new, she would whip out her notebook and start mumbling under her breath as she wrote, no documented my reactions.

Her gaze feels unnerving like I’m being treating me like some kind of rare animal being tested. I still like her more than my parents which isn’t saying much after that act of betrayal, but I’ve been feeling overly tense and on edge near her, like I need to inhibit my reactions and brace myself.

Honestly it’s kinda unnerving and creepy, so I’ve begun to distance myself from her, thus I haven’t been pressuring her read me books or move me around as often. But I can’t avoid her forever, because in comparison to how my parents have been treating me like glass being treated like an animal is better.

I don’t move around much due to my depence on Blue Lady, thus being introduced to anything new has hit an all time low for me, leaving me mentally deprived in checkmate. Maybe a ‘normal’ baby would be able to endure is, however I’ve lived my entire life (That isn’t saying much) with the constant input of the Memory web in my head. I’m accustomed to receiving large amounts of information so being deprived from new information and only being able to interact with things in the room due to my immobile floppy state, is frankly doing a number on my psyche.

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

*thump* *thump* *thump*

The sound of small feet running down the hall. Alarm Clock’s probably out there running around and playing with it’s friends.

… Playing... with its… friends…

For some reason the sound of those stomping feet sound like a chorus of song to me right now. *smiles ‘evilly’* Children are pliable… right? Hehehe… If I show a bit more favoritism to it, I could easily turn Alarm Clock to my side, or better yet my transportation.

Hehehe, new information here I come!