After the confusing occurrence, I decide to research Tormentor and Low voices’ response.
Revisiting the fact that all other babies do is sleep, eat and kick. I resolved myself to the fact that I am indeed a baby. The Tormentor is probably my mother, and Low voice is my father. My research and own laborious thinking brought about startling information:
Number one: Babies aren’t in their mother’s stomach, their in something called a ‘u- ter- us’ which is a funnel sack that holds baby’s balloons (which are apparently called eggs). Which means I don’t have to worry about being digested by the Tormentor anymore.
Number two: Babies can’t talk inside their moms. Maybe other babies use kicking as a way to communicate with the outside world. That would make sense it is the only way to affect the outside. Maybe that’s why Tormentor and Low voice were excited, they musta thought I was trying to talk to them!
Wow... gez.. now I feel like a jerk for assuming things, ugh… sorry Tormentor… er… ah no I’m not gonna change how I think your still to loud and… plus you shook me, I still like Low voice more.
-Later-
I’ve been cooperating with the Tormentor, after all I don’t like that ‘guilty’ feeling whenever she sounds sad it doesn’t hurt it’s just uncomfortable. Still I’m not an adult I can’t stay up 24/7 like her I can’t force myself to stay up. I’m still developing, woman! So I have to disappoint her sometimes for the sake of sleep. She understands right? At least I’m not kicking around when I think she’s asleep like other babies, so that should balance things a little right? Instead either sleep as well or study the memory web more.
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See Tormentor also benefit from the web, I wonder how do other Moms survive/ get-any-sleep with normal non-memory web babies. I pity them.
A new voice disturbed the silence of what I assume was night. The voice was loud and high-pitched even more than Tormentor! Through memory web’s association the loud squeaky creature was dubbed ‘Alarm Clock’. Alarm Clock cried and whine until Tormentor, in an uncharacteristic fashion, soothes them with Low by sharing the bed. That was the one day that they weren’t annoying me!
They keep on trying to talk to me, day in and day out. Between Tormentor’s belly muting or dulling out sounds, and the what I can hear not being anything from the web. I can’t understand you! Leave me alone! Don’t you have friends or something?! Shoo-! Shoo! Go away!
I struggle and kick only to pass out and start up again day in and day out. Now only when it’s night I get a break, and by then I pass out! Can’t a baby have some time to study in peace!?
Using one of the few days Alarm Clock is away I search the memory web for more information on the high pitched invader. Know Thy Enemy! I can only deduce that this squeaky, annoying, flubber mouthed creature is: a child. Gathering intel on the ‘child’ I found out something straight from my worst nightmares that: I will inevitably morph into this squeaky floppy creature!
I don’t want to become a floppy child! I don’t want to leave Tormentor’s belly! I don’t want to become a part of their world, their life, their anything! I don’t want to see light! I don’t want to leave the darkness!
The darkness is safe it’s warm, quiet, peaceful, comfortable,and stable. The Light is it’s opposite! So it’s dangerous, loud, hectic, uncomfortable, and cold!
Ignoring the outside world I burst into a full out Light panic, kicking and flailing about uncontrollably. Until… *rip* the balloon broke. I didn’t think it’d break… well that just happened…