Adorable Adoption

Chappy 3

I awaken to none other than the pink man. When I open my eyes I find him there, staring at me.

"Wha-?" I try to ask, but yawn.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes before looking up at him again. He reaches in and I let him pick me up. I'm too tired to be difficult right now.

"Cute," he says, and that wakes me up real fast.

"No!" I yell. "Put me down! I don't want to be a fucking pet!"

"Stop throwing a fit," he warns, and I make direct eye contact with him before screaming.

He sighs and sits me down on a stool. "Time out" he says, and I glare at him.

I stay put because I don't know what this man is capable of.

"Good boy. I'll be back soon," he says, and my glare softens at the praise.

"Wait! Can I get up now?" I ask.

"No. Time out until I get back," he tells me, and suddenly, his praise is forgotten.

He leaves, and I wonder if it's out of the ship, or just outside this room. I'd rather not take my chances.

I sit there for about five minutes until I decide that caution can fuck itself, for once I'm not in a cage, so I'm going to act like it.

I stand up and stay there, listening for footsteps. I consider leaving the bright room, but decide that I'm not looking to get killed.

I stretch then scan the room for something - anything - to do. My gaze ends up on a pastel blue shelf with a line of books on it. I haven't read anything but name tags for a long time, and I'm ready for some variety.

I walk to the shelf, and my stomach sinks when I see it's all children's books, but I get excited at all the memories they hold.

I smile widely at a magic tree house book, and grab it. I sit down on the plush carpet and open it up. I read the signature opening, immediatly getting into the book.

I don't notice when the door slides open, and jump when he simply says, "bad."

Startled, I look up at him, eyes wide and darting around the room, looking for an excuse.

U-um, got distracted?" It comes out like a question, and I cringe.

"No," he says, and picks me up.

I'm already in enough trouble, so I'm not going to fight. He sits me back on the stool, and I look up at him, surprised.

"That's it?" I ask, and he looks at me questionably. "I'm just... back here?"

"For longer than originally planned. Now stay silent or the time will increase more," he informs me, and I roll my eyes before setting my head on my hand.

He doesn't leave, instead he pulls out a strange, bulky device that I half expect its use to be to harm me, but instead, he pushes some buttons and puts it to his ear.

"Hello, friend," he says, and I realize it must be like a phone.

Yes, I have," he glances to me, and I feel my face grow pink. They're talking about me. "Yes, he is... No, I'm  certain he will. We'll be there at the designated time... farewell."

I almost ask him what the hell that was about, but remember three things: I'm not aloud to speak right now, I'm not aloud to swear ever, and even if I was he wouldn't answer my questions.

Rage fills me at my situation. I can't do this. I'm seemingly being shipped to someone, I'm powerless, can't get any answers, don't know what the fuck is going on, and I'm in time out.

I don't notice I'm crying until I feel my tears being wiped away.

"Why are you sad?" He asks, and I clinch my fists.

"Oh, so I can speak now?" I snap, and he nods.

"I have no fu-" I stop myself before continuing, "I have no clue what's going on, I don't even know your freaking name! Plus, I can't do anything!" I angrily wipe my face, practically punching myself. "And I'm crying! Everything SUCKS! And it's your fault, you dick!"

I'm suddenly not sitting on the stool anymore. Instead, I'm being cradled in the pink man's arms. I start punching him, so he pins my arms to my abdomen, and starts shushing me.

I can't stop myself from sobbing anymore. After a while, my wails turn into sniffles, and he begins rocking me. I yawn, and without realizing it, I cuddle into him.

No one's ever done this for me, and before I could snap out of it, I fall asleep again.

*   *   *

I don't wake up in the pastel room this time, and I start to panic. When I spot pink hands on a type of keyboard, I realize I'm in the strange man's lap. Then I panic more, the memories coming back to me.

Its okay, little one," I hear. "No one's harming you."

I bite back a retort that would surly get me in trouble, and say instead, "I want off."

"Are you sure?" He asks, and his tone is one you'd use With a baby. I ignore how I enjoy it, afraid of my emotions.

"Yes!" I yell.

"Okay, but no more tantrums," he warns.

He sets me on the floor in front of him, and noticing the cold floor on my legs, I look down. I'm in a snap onesie. A pastel blue snap onesie with a pacifier clipped to the collar with a matching blue ribbon. I also find upon further inspection, that I'm also in a diaper.

He changed me. He removed my clothing, all of my clothing, and changed me. My face turns red with anger, and I almost start yelling again.

Noticing my distress, he reaches down. Expecting to be hit, I flinch, but he simply grabs the pacifier with gentle fingers, and puts it in my already open mouth. I bite on the paci teet, not wanting to get into trouble again, and he smiles.

I'll get him back, someway, somehow. But for now, I'll stay safe and not upset him, which means just angrily biting my pacifier. I ignore how calming it seems to be.