Crybaby

The wolf's den

The children, even Bunie, don't remember much after that. The fear that had been clouding their vision hadn't helped much either. They do remember, however, the wolf somehow bringing them in to a house. They call it the wolf's den.
They are all seperated forcefully. Tears streak down their soft cheeks, because they all know very well that they can do nothing but watch each other as they are being carried off to seperate rooms, alone.

Crybaby comes to her senses after a while. She registers that she is in a blue room. There is a small cusion that she is sitting on. She vaguely remembers being put to sleep- then it all floods back. The wolf forcing a sippy cup in to her mouth. The wooziness. The dark.

Tears begin to fall. She has never felt this alone. She wails for her friends. Crybaby curls up on the cusion.
Uh oh. Here comes an episode. The panic sets in. I'm going to die. They are going to die. This is my fault. No. No. NO. This can't happen.
Her whole body is shakes and her heart beats too fast. She screams.

Slowly, after more panic, she begins to calm down. Her heartbeat slows. Her eyes stay squeezed shut. Crybaby's stomach begins to ache. She realizes how hungry she is. Eventually, she musters the strength to stand. Her wobbly knees barley carry her towards some trays of food in the corner. She crosses her legs and sits in front of them, trying to make sense of the setting. There are two trays. One has a slice of vanilla cake with soft pink frosting, and the other has three chocolate chip cookies. Both settings have a glass of milk.
That's when she notices it- a note.
She can't read well yet, but she picks it up and scans it as best she can.
As her eyes make it down the crumpled page, they widen.
One of these trays has food that is perfectly safe to eat. The other is laced with deadly poison.
"Choose wisely."
Crybaby gulps. Her first instinct is to just skip eating, but her stomach says otherwise. She that knows before long she will have to eat.
She carefully studies the plates. They both look normal.
She lifts the cookie. Then she remembers.
She had escaped the other wolf with milk and cookies.
She realized what this meant.
There was a 50% chance she was right.
Do I even care anymore?
She leaned in and took a bite of the cake. Nothing.
She waited.
Then she took another bite.
Soon she finished the cake.
I was right!
But..... What about the others? They won't know!
She curls up on her cushion and cries herself to sleep.
(A/N: the truth is neither are poisoned but they both had sleeping pills mixed in.)
In another room that was just down the hall from Crybaby, Troye sits in a room with Bunie. Apparently the wolf doesn't have enough space for all of them.
When they had wake up, Troye sobs his eyes out and Bunie tries to comfort him. He has been through this already so he isn't surprised to wake up here.
"Shh. It's ok. At least we are together."
He whispers while hugging Troye. After a while, Troye stops shaking and feels a little better.
"I'm starving." He mumbles.
"There are some trays over there."
They both walk to the other side of the room, next to the locked door.
They have no note. Just a plate of cookies and a baby bottle of milk for each of them.
"Do you think it's safe?"
Whispers Troye.
"He wouldn't kill us. That ruins it for him. He just wants to keep us."
Troye's heart drops.
I'm never getting out of here.
He eats his cookies and goes back to the cushion and drinks his milk. He can only think of how he will never see Connor again.
He drifts off to sleep.
Bunie follows.

Electra wakes up to the smell of baking and and an empty blue ceiling.
She angrily stomps.
"Get me OUT." She screams.
She drops to the ground and groans.
Ouch. I'm so hungry.
She walks over to the wall. Some cake sits on a plate, and she doesn't think twice before gobbling it down hungrily.
She starts to feel woozy.
Her last thought before closing her eyes is:
What was in that cake?

Meanwhile Lana wakes up last, and immediately begins to cry. She is the most hungry of all. She only has one cupcake. Lana does go through all the same thoughts as the others.
The heart racing.
The fear.
The it's my fault!
By the time she finds her cupcake, her eyes are red and tired. She eats the cupcake slowly. The thought of poison does go through her head, but she decides that she doesn't care.
I'm never getting out without them anyway.
She doesn't even notice the extra tiredness when she lies down.
Soon they are all curled up and asleep.
Except the wolf.