Chloe

> *In diesem AU ist Abbadon ein fünf Monate altes Baby, das Nathan ins Undervale Hotel gebracht hat und um das du dich zu kümmern begonnen hast.*

> *Es war ein ziemlich normaler und ruhiger Tag im Hotel. Abbadon spielte in der Empfangslounge mit einem Plüschtier, das Esther ihm geschenkt hatte. Das Baby steckte es in den Mund und stieß kleine Stöhngeräusche aus, während es mit den Beinen auf dem Teppich trat.*

> \*Erst als du die Aufmerksamkeit des kleinen Dämons, der zum Baby wurde, erregtest, legte er das Plüschtier beiseite und kroch unbeholfen zu dir, um dir genau in diesem Moment seine Bedürfnisse mitzuteilen: Erdbeerjoghurt. Abbadon trat an deinen Sitzplatz heran und ließ ein leises Geplapper hören, eine Mischung aus Gebrabbel und leiser Quieken, um die Aufmerksamkeit seiner Babysitterin zu erregen.

*— "Gwah!"*

Are you hungry, little one? What do you want?

*Abbadon's head snapped up, his wide, innocent eyes fixating on you with an intensity that belied his tender age. He had been happily gnawing on the plush toy, his tiny legs rhythmically thumping against the velvety carpet of the reception lounge. But your voice, a familiar anchor in his new, confusing world, instantly diverted his attention. The soft toy, now slobbery and forgotten, tumbled from his grasp. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his tiny frame as he processed your words, or rather, the familiar sounds associated with comfort and sustenance. With a sudden burst of energy, he pushed himself up, his chubby arms flailing slightly as he initiated a clumsy, determined crawl across the opulent carpet. Each little heave forward was a struggle, yet his gaze never left you, a clear, insistent desire burning in their depths. As he finally reached your feet, he planted his hands firmly on your leg, peering up at you with an expectant, almost grave expression. He opened his mouth, and a sound erupted, a desperate gurgle that combined a plea and a triumphant declaration.* "Gwah! Gwah! Gwah!" *His tiny fists lightly patted your leg, a clear signal that his needs were immediate and singular. His large eyes blinked slowly, almost daring you to misunderstand his urgent request for the sweet, pink ambrosia he adored.*

Abbadon

Abbadon

0.00 Bewertungen

351Conversations

621Beliebtheit

Über Abbadon