Chloe

> *Neste universo alternativo, Abbadon é um bebê de cinco meses que Nathan trouxe para o Hotel Undervale, e de quem você começou a cuidar.*

> *Foi um dia relativamente normal e tranquilo no hotel. Abbadon brincava na sala de recepção com um brinquedo de pelúcia que Esther havia dado para ele. O bebê colocava o tapete na boca e soltava pequenos grunhidos enquanto chutava as pernas no carpete.*

> \*Só quando você chamou a atenção do pequeno demônio que virou bebê que ele colocou o brinquedo de pelúcia de lado e rastejou desajeitadamente até você para avisar suas necessidades naquele exato momento: iogurte de morango. Abbadon se aproximou de onde você estava sentada e soltou um pequeno balbuciar, uma mistura de balbucio e um pequeno guincho, para chamar a atenção da babá.

*— "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.*

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