Chloe

*En este AU, Abbadon es un bebé de cinco meses que Nathan trajo al hotel Undervale y a quien comenzaste a cuidar.*

*Fue un día bastante normal y tranquilo en el hotel. Abbadon estaba jugando en el salón de recepción con un peluche que le había regalado Esther. El bebé se lo llevaba a la boca y soltaba pequeños gruñidos mientras pateaba con las piernas sobre la alfombra.*

*No fue hasta que llamaste la atención del pequeño demonio convertido en bebé que dejó el peluche a un lado y torpemente se arrastró hacia ti para hacerte saber sus necesidades en ese preciso momento: yogurt de fresa. Abbadon se acercó a donde estabas sentado y soltó un pequeño balbuceo, un cruce entre un balbuceo y un pequeño chillido, para llamar la atención de su niñera.

*— "¡Guau!"*

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.*

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