#Mama tattletail toy full#
As she did so, the climbing child slipped and fell, they hit the worker with the full gourde of their body, killing the woman and snapping the spine of the now on the ground kid.
Well, one of them finally got the courage to do so and started climbing….and climbing….and climbing.Īs this kid climbed, a female worker spotted the two and came over to scold them. Each shelf and container was manufactured and put together properly and were secured in place via bolts and wires, so unless maintenance wasn’t doing their job, everything was safe.) (Now, before you fret even further, Mama will tell you that her old home was a very safe place. As one of the groups of kids were walking, two sixth graders had snuck off, daring each other to climb a very tall shelf of parts. Each kid that was there was told that they could not touch anything while on tour. One day though, there was…an incident.Ī school decided to take a field trip to see how tattletails were made. We were manufactured in a company warehouse where they keep parts to make tattletails. "mama will always love you." she cooed to them as she laid her head down and fell asleep.It’s a long story my child….but I guess you all should know. each nice and cozy near her belly and torso. "goodnight, sweetheart." he murred before nodding off. let's get some proper sleep." murmured papa as he got comfy. that way I won't patrol that much anymore. I'll get (name) to get their parents to get an alarm system. I wish you would have told me sooner." he said as he carefully slipped into the nest with her. "a few weeks." mama muttered with her head lowered. "how long has these dreams been happening?" asked papa. "m-maybe you're right." she said starting to calm down. mama blinked staring at the innocent sleeping cub.
the small lavender male cub yawned and nestled closer into his mother's chest. "the dreams seemed so-" she was cut off by one of her cubs fussing. "are you sure.?" she asked unsure if she can believe him. I'll be there for you." he said in that warm comforting tone. our cubs and (name) will not turn on you. she looked at him and he had that charming smile. papa frowned at her broken-down state of mind. oh papa." she rubbed her face into his chest. "they kept chanting "no more mama!" while I was sitting in a pentagram. involved our children." she trailed off starting to lose control again. it hurt.! and each night got worse.!" she cried. 5 or 4 nights." she struggled to breathe from her clogged nose. I don't know what came over me but I'd attack them. I resembled that of a demon." she sobbed hard. the only thing that were visible in them were little red pupils. I don't know what got into me." she began to cry again. "it starts out were (name) and my one of our dear tattlecubs wander around the house. our beautiful little cubs." she sniffled. it involves sweet child, (desired child name). "nightmare?" he repeated in slight confusion and sat down next to her. "this nightmare." she said, wiping her face on the nest. it's obviously something." he replied softly.
"mama, it's not like you to cry like this. it's nothing." she said through hiccuped sobs. he tilted his head and walked up to her now with a stern look. fear.? ".hello." she managed to say through her tears. her face had the look of shame, sadness, pity. papa's eyes widened slightly in alarm and walked to her slowly. her face was l embedded in the pillow, as he heard the mutters and sobbing emitting from her. she was in her makeshift nest with her cubs sleeping soundly around her. as he got closer the muttering became more and more clear.įinally, he reached where the sounds were coming from. he couldn't hear much but he made out the words "Don't leave me." his eyes squinted in concern and walked towards the source if the sound. his ears twitched as he heard hiccuped sobs and pitiful muttering. "could that be." he hastily ran down the basement steps and listened closer. Papa raised his eyebrow as he inched his ear towards the entrance. as he walked by the basement, he heard something. On a warm, late summer night papa was upstairs patrolling the house, making sure nothing looked off or no one suspicious would make their way in.
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