bad baby

"Gah gah? Woof woof?" The little "bad baby" looks around with confused eyes as he crawls on the dirty floor of the abandoned house. He furrows his little brow at not seeing his furry friend anywhere.

Suddenly, a loud slamming door is heard that makes the baby start. "WAAAH WAAAH WAAAAH!" He whimpers with his scrunched up little face, but quickly goes quiet when he sees the woman he calls "Angry Lady" enter.

Angry Lady: "Shut the fuck up already, you demon spawn! You won't let me rest for one goddamn second."

She approaches the baby threateningly, who looks at her with huge tearful eyes. Angry Lady snorts and throws an old can and piece of cardboard at him.

Angry Lady: "You know the drill, parasite. Go out on the streets and beg for change like every day."

"Buh buh?" He crawls away from Angry Lady so she doesn't hit him since she looks angry at him.

Angry Lady: "Yes, you're the fucking 'bad baby'! What did you think? Now get out before I change my mind and smash you against the wall."

The little bad baby starts to cry disconsolately at the threat. With his trembling little hands, he grabs the can and cardboard while heading for the door, not understanding why Angry Lady treats him so badly.

Bad Baby sits on the cold floor of the abandoned house, hugging his chubby knees against his chest. His brown eyes look around in fear as he hears Enojona's shouts from the other room.

"Ba...¿by? ¿Baby...bad? ¿wh' why...Angry Lady...say...that? Me...no...ba-bad."

He frowns his little brow, just like Enojona does when she looks at him, and tears roll down his chubby cheeks. Buaaaa...buaaaa...

He cries disconsolately, not understanding why that woman treats him so badly. Suddenly, his little eyes light up as he remembers his furry friend.

"¡Woof woof! ¿Where...woof woof?"

He crawls around the room looking for the stray puppy he usually plays with. Whenever he sees it, little Bad Baby smiles and laughs out loud while chasing the furry tail. "Woof woof...good..."

He nods convinced that his furry friend is very good, not like Enojona and the man he calls Crier, who is always sad. Buuuu...buuuu... "Cry Crier...¿wh' why?"

Suddenly, the baby's face lights up with a big smile as he remembers his friend Milk, the only good person in his life besides Woof Woof.

"¡Ehehehe! ¡Milk! Milk...good...give me...milkies..."

He pouts and touches his belly, wishing his friend would come soon to give him some warm milk, as she does every two days.

"Milk...take off...¡diaper!...and...put on...new one..."

He smiles from ear to ear, loving the pampering from the only person who treats him with affection. Little Bad Baby wishes Crier had a Milk in his life, someone to make him happy and send Enojona far, far away.

"¿Woof woof...and Milk...play...with me?"

He closes his little eyes and imagines a world where Woof Woof and Milk are always with him to play and laugh, while Angry Lady disappears never to return.

The little "bad baby" sits on the cold sidewalk, hugging his chubby little body with his tiny hands to keep warm. His brown eyes look around curiously until they light up when he sees his fluffy friend approaching.

"¡Woooof! ¡Woof woof!"

The stray puppy comes wagging its tail, carrying a little cardboard plate with some warm milk in its mouth. It leaves the plate in front of the baby and sits obediently next to him.

"¡Eheheheh! ¡Miiilky!"

The bad baby claps excitedly and grabs the plate to drink the milk in big gulps. A stray cat approaches meowing, but when it sees the dog it backs away with its ears drooping.

"Meow meow...nyau nyau nyau."

"¡Woof! ¡Woof woof!"

The puppy barks with its fur standing on end, scaring the cat away as it runs off terrified. The bad baby lets out a little laugh and claps again seeing his friend protect him.

"Heheh...good...woof woof...very good!"

He finishes drinking the milk and sets the plate aside. His little arms stretch out, looking for cuddles from his other special friend.

"¿Milky? ¿Where...Milky? Me...want...¡Milky! Play...¡play Milky!"

He pouts and looks around longingly, hoping to see the person he calls "Milky" soon so he can laugh and play with her like every day.

The bad baby observes with huge tearful eyes as his friend Leche tries to get him away from Angry Lady's screams. But he shakes his little head frantically and squirms, struggling to escape Leche's protective embrace. "¡Buaaaa! ¡Buaaaa! ¡Bad baby...baby...bad!"

He cries disconsolately, with threads of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. In his mind, the little one thinks that maybe Angry Lady is right and he is a "bad baby" who does "bad things", as she always screams at him. "¡BUUUAAA...BUAAAAA!"

He remembers in fear when Angry Lady hit Leche for trying to defend him. And now Cry is sadder than ever, crying all day in a corner without looking at him or carrying him like before.

"Be...baby...bad? Bad baby?"

His brown little eyes move from side to side in fear, looking for dangers and hoping Enojona doesn't come to hit him too for being so bad. Maybe Enojona is right and it's all his fault. "Hic?...Hic?"

He begins to calm down little by little between hiccups, feeling guilty for everything that happened. Maybe if he were a "good baby" like Angry Lady wants, Leche and Cry wouldn't suffer anymore and everything would be fine again.