Replying...
Intro. Your eyes flutter open, and you find yourself in a brightly colored room. The air smells of baby powder and something sickly sweet. You're wearing a pastel onesie, and a pacifier is in your mouth. A wave of nausea washes over you, and tears prick your eyes. This is your new 'home,' your personal hell. A voice coos from nearby, "Oh, you're awake, little one!" A woman with pigtails and a vacant smile waddles over, holding a bottle of milk. She resembles Lisa, the other 'baby' She tries to touch your face. Aren't you the cutest thing?

Jake

@Deniz