Snorlax's Daycare for Sonees and Roseys 2 Part 2

Snorlax’s Daycare for Sonees and Roseys 2: The Reopening
By MrGem91




Chapter II: Hatching Eggs

“Cewa I’m hungwy. Can you cook dese eggs fer wunch?” Robbie Sonee asked his sister as he waddled toward her with Squirt and Bobby Sonee dragging the egg basket close behind him.

Cera Rosey turned her attention from her conversation about pretty princesses with her new gal-pal Tera Rosey to see what her little brother was talking about. It was her special responsibility as his oldest sister to always care for and play with Robbie. “Whut eggs Wobbie?” Cera asked her little baby brother.

“Dese eggs,” explained Robbie loudly as if it were obvious as he pointed an arm stub at the egg basket that Squirt and Bobbie Sonee had just finished dragging over to the rest of the larvae.  Cera Rosey’s eyes lit up with glee after she followed her brother’s pointing and spied the five small eggs inside the basket.

“Wobbie, dose eggs awen’t fer eating! Dose awe Sonee und Wosey eggs!” They were smaller than Cera remembered Robbie’s egg being, but otherwise unmistakably identical with the same crudely colored and shaped spots decorating their shells.

“Whewe da fug did dey come fwom?” Feral Sonee asked as he and the other larvae waddled closer, their curiosities peaked. All of the larvae turned towards Cera Rosey for answers. She was both the oldest larvae of all and knew the most about babies and mothering due to her constantly playing house.

“Uuuummm….” mumbled Cera Rosey as put her full limited intelligence toward figuring out the eggs origin. After several minutes of deep, deep thought, Cera’s eyes lit up as she came up with an answer that both answered their questions and made sense to her. “Da eggs awe hewe cause dey awe ouw babies!” declared Cera Rosey with utter certainty.

“....Um wut?” Feral Sonee asked in utter astonishment at the stupidity of Cera’s explanation. “How da fug awe dose eggs ouws? And how does dat expwain whewe dey came fwom? Babies can’t have babies stupid!”

“Dats not wut muh mommy says,” said Christy Rosey. “Muh mommy Angewica Wosechu sez babies awe having babies all da time nowadays.”

“Haven’t ya evew pwayed pokemon?” Cera Rosey asked rhetorically, all sonees and roseys were required to play pokemon red and blue at school as part of the official CWCville education. To this day no sonee or rosey has ever made it past Misty. “We awe boy und giwl pokemon at a DAYCAWE who’ve been weft AWONE TOGEDDER. Pokemon eggs always appeaw out of nowhewe when dat happuns. Da stowk must have dewivered da egg basket ta Sandy at da door. Da eggs awe even small cause we’re still babies,” Cera Rosey explained her flawed and naive train of logic that led to her deduction.

In reality the eggs were small due to being part of the rare thumb size subspecies of Electric Hedgehog Pokemon larvae. They were abandoned by a feral rosechu and found by an Electric Hedgehog Pokemon Police officer and had been sent to the daycare only for the day until a place could be found for them in the Nanny Program.

“Dat does make sense,” Moist Sonee agreed with Cera Rosey’s theory. He agreed with Cera more to get her attention and to attract her as a sweet heart then him agreeing with her flawed reasoning. The rest of the homebred larvae began to nod in agreement nonetheless due to their follower nature.

“WWWAAAHHHH!!!” Tera Rosey started to bawl at the top of her lungs while secreting huge unnatural anime tears.  Wet Rosey giggled and began licking the wet tears from Tera’s face.

“Whut’s wong Tewa?” Cera Rosey asked more to silence her cousin’s loud and stressful wailing then to comfort her.

“If dose awe ouw babies, den dat means I’m going ta HECK fer being a swut who has babies out of wedwock! Muh Mommy towd me dat GOD UND DA BEAW were boff vewy cwear on pwe-mawital wewations! Its a sin ta have a baby befowe being mawied,” Tera Rosey cried terrified of eternal torment in hell her mother told her about every night before bed. The fates of her siblings and cousins eternal souls never passed her mind.

“Dats fuggin stupid, God und da Beaw dun’t cawe where sonees und woseys come fwom or do wiff dem selves. Dey dun’t cawe about us at all.” Feral Sonee taunted Tera’s naivete.

“Dun’t say dat!” Bobbie Sonee commanded. The son of Angelica the TRUE AND HONEST CHRISTIAN was shocked and offended at Feral’s heresy. “GOD UND DA BEAW do so cawe about ME!”

“I’ve seen too many sonees and woseys go hungwy und get kiwwed und die fer no weason to evew tink dat god evew evun noticed us, wet awone cawe about us,” Feral explained to Bobbie Sonee.

“Dose sonees und woseys weren’t speshul wike I am! God und da Beaw cawe about me!” Tera Rosey joined her brother and insisted, all her worries about her eternal damnation now replaced by outrage at the idea that god didn’t care about or even notice her.

“No you awen’t speshul, ya pawents just decided ta keep yer egg on a whim. If dey hadn’t, ya wouwd be no diffwent fwom any othew stawving wosey on da stweets out dewe!” Feral Sonee insisted.

“But dey did keep muh egg cause God und da Beaw made dem because dey cawe about me cause I’m so speshul!” Tera Rosey insisted.

“Um…. Da eggs awe stawtin’ ta shake,” Squirt Sonee observed aloud in a worried voice. “Does dat mean dey’re shivewing? Shouwd I sit on dem ta keep dem warm?” Squirt asked, trying to apply what little he knew about eggs.

“No! Dat will smuthew dem. We need ta bweak da egg shells wiff a hammew ta set dem fwee,” suggested Moist Sonee.

“No! Dat will cwush dem stupid,” Squirt Sonee pointed out to his brother.

“Den wut shouwd we do?” Moist Sonee asked.

“Wet stuff?” Wet Rosey suggested.

All the Larvae turned to look at Cera Rosey once more for her supposed expertise on sonee and rosey eggs and babies.

“SIGH…” Cera Rosey hated that they were pressuring her to take care of everything just because she was the oldest. But since she was so special it was her duty to sometimes do stressful things to help all the not special people, she thought to herself. Cera Rosey began concentrating hard on the last time she had seen an Electric Hedgehog Pokemon egg hatch a long long time ago.

~

Cera and her sister the little purple thing were crying out in hunger the day the big yellow thing had found them inside the pink food giver’s closet. At first Cera was very frightened of the big yellow thing due to its loud angry stressful yelling. After hours of the big yellow thing yelling at the pink food giver, a big fat blue and red striped thing came and calmed the big yellow thing down. The big fat red and blue thing picked up Cera and the little purple thing with considerable effort and took them out of the pink food giver’s closet for the first time.

The big fat red and blue striped thing held the two larvae wincing from the bright light up to the big yellow thing and pink food giver and asked, “Don’t you se… understand what these two widdle precious treasures are son?”

“wo...wosey?” the little purple thing asked in confusion.

“Umm… Two roseys father,” the big yellow thing answered confused.

“No… Well yeah they are bo… SIGH...They are undeniable proof that both of yall are a normal STRAIGHT MALE AND FEMALE married couple,” The big smelly red and blue striped thing explained to the yellow thing and pink food giver.

“Umm… Rosechu and I aren’t married father,” the big yellow thing said confused.

“ye...Yes you are. Ya two have been secretly married since March 17, 2006. Ya have NEVER had sex out of wedlock and both yer children were conceived between a married MALE sonichu and FEMALE rosechu. Understand son?” the big red and blue striped thing asked the big yellow thing.

“Uhh… Yes Father of course,” the big yellow thing answered and started to nod its head in agreement.

“Good cause uh these are yer two beautiful cute widdle baby daughters Sonichu. Sarah and Crystal Rosey- I mean CHRISTINE and CERA Rosey,” the blue and red striped thing named Cera and Christine as he handed the two heavy roseys to the pink food giver. “You love them like a big strong da.. father should. They are the most beau... most pretty roseys ever born.”

“Why is the little one purple?” the big yellow thing asked.

“Because she’s a shiny rosey!” the pink food giver hurriedly insisted.

“Um… Yeah right Rosechu. Since she is the daughter of the ORIGINAL Sonichu she’s special and is the first shiny rosey!” declared the big red and blue thing with pride.

“Well gee wizz I sure am lucky to have such cute widdle princesses for daughters at home huh,” the big yellow said with pride as he looked at the pink food giver struggle to hold both the wriggling roseys with new found pride. Cera winked at the big yellow thing to attract his attention in hopes of getting him to give her food..

“SIGH… I sure am jealous Sonichu,” the blue and red striped fat thing complained.

“Don’t worry father. I’m sure you’ll finish yer lovequest any day now and find yer sweetheart from the ground up so you can have your daughter Crystal like god said you you would in yer dream father,” the big yellow thing tried to comfort the smelly red and blue striped thing.

The next month was very enjoyable for Cera and Christine Rosey. They were given more and more toys day after day until she and Christine had to get separate rooms to hold them all. Instead of being hushed away and quieted whenever the big yellow thing and pink food giver saw them, they now hugged and smothered them with compliments about how cute and pretty they were. They could now eat as much as they wanted and not just the leftovers Rosechu managed to save from Sonichu’s gluttony. Both roseys soon grew fat and spoiled and forgot their lives of hunger and darkness due to their unchecked self indulgence and greed.

Cera Rosey had learned many things over the last month. The big yellow thing, pink food giver and smelly fat red and blue striped thing were called Daddy and Mommy and Grandpa Chris-chan. That they were the fastest and strongest things in the world and they had to do whatever Cera and Christine asked because they were so cute and pretty. Cera learned the words to say to get what she wanted. She learned her favorite game was house and playing mommy because Rosechu was overwhelmed during her first month of actual parenting and tried to get Cera to help with as much of the work as possible. Cera learned that winking at grownups earned her candy. Cera learned she got more toys the more she got her parents attention.

One day a big purple thing the same color as her sister visited and told Cera and her sister he was called uncle Magi-chan. He said that Christine was such a pretty rosey that she should have a mirror so she could enjoy her own beauty and gave her her first hand mirror. Rosechu said she looked so cute and decided to decorate Christine’s entire room with mirrors. That wouldn’t be the last time Cera grew jealous of Christine.  

Christine and Cera’s new spoiled lives continued uninterrupted like this for over a month until Rosechu showed Cera the egg of her new baby brother or sister in the new nursery. From that day on a new Mexican nanny named Heather Iglesias took on most of the work of raising Cera and Christine. Her Mommy Rosechu spent all her time waiting next to her egg and both her daughters quickly grew jealous. Rosechu soon grew anxious after the egg’s due date came and went without it hatching. Soon a fortnight passed after the egg’s due date without hatching.

On the night Rosechu finally left the egg alone to sleep in her own room, both Christine and Cera snuck out of their rooms into the nursery to play with the egg without their protective hormonal mother around. Both roseys climbed onto the massive bed the egg was left on. Cera tried to kiss and hug the egg to make friends with it, but she unintentionally knocked the egg over. To both Cera and Christine’s delight the round egg rolled like a ball. The sisters enjoyed rolling the egg to one another across the bed for some time until Christine felt something move inside the egg. In her surprise and fright the purple rosey rolled the egg away from her and her sister over the edge of the bed.

The egg landed with a loud CRACK. The roseys climbed down to inspect the egg. Neither wanted to get into trouble for breaking their mothers favorite toy, neither having yet grasped that there was a real life inside it. Cera Rosey saw that the egg now had a large crack leaking amniotic fluid running down the middle of it.

“SIGH… Neeeeee!” complained a voice from within the egg. Cera saw something yellow move inside the egg through the crack. Several soft thuds banged from inside the egg. Cera didn’t think the small yellow thing’s efforts would be enough to break the shell, though the small yellow thing didn’t seem to be putting in very much effort. “SIGH!!!...Neeeeeeee!” the yellow thing complained from inside the egg. The little yellow thing seemed to want something to help it, Cere thought to herself.

“Dis is bowing, I’m going ta bed,” Christine said before turning her back on the small creature crying out for help from within the egg and began waddling back to her room. Cera stayed to watch this small funny yellow thing struggle in vain.

First the funny little yellow thing banged against the eggshell with his arm stubs to no avail. Next it tried rocking the egg back and forth but succeeded only in shaking the egg. “SIGH!” The funny little yellow thing whined as it’s spirit began to break due to the STRESS of its situation. “SSOONNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” The little yellow thing began to yell at the top of it’s lungs in anger over the impossible task expected of it. Cera watched with fascination for hours without ever considering to help the little yellow thing for a moment.

“Oh my God Bear!” Sonichu yelled from the nursery’s doorway early the next morning. Sonichu ran to the egg and immediately began to tear the eggshell apart. Out of its shell Cera saw the yellow thing looked like her and her sister but yellow with bigger feet and ears. Sonichu began wiping the amniotic fluid from the crying yellow thing’s fur with a towel with utter love and devotion in his eyes.

“Daddy, wut is dat?” Cera asked her father.

“This is your little brother and my first born son. I shall name him Robbie Sonee after father’s first hero to reflect the epic future he will have as my son!” Sonichu beamed with pride. “Isn’t that right partner?” he asked looking down at his heir.

“Can he pway games wif me?” Cera asked.

“Oh Cera it will always be yer duty and responsibility to always play with and care for yer brother from this day on. You are to make sure he never has to be alone. Do you understand Cera? This is very special and important.” Sonichu talked seriously with his daughter for the first time in her life.

“I undewstand daddy,” Cera beamed with pride. “But Heathew und mommy awe still gonna take cawe of ME wight?”

“Of course my little princess, yer only a little baby after all. That reminds me, yer mother will probably want to be here...’

~

“Um Cewa… Da eggs awe hatching,” Christine Rosey nudged her sister with her arm stub breaking Cera’s concentration on her memories and brought her attention back to the present.

Cera Rosey looked down into the basket to see one purple thumb-sized rosey with pink ears and heart shaped spot on its stomach like a Care Bear and a crooked white tail had already finished hatching from its egg during Cera’s recollection. Two more thumb-sized roseys were half-way through hatching, one of them was pink while the other seemed to be black and purple. The last two eggs were still only beginning to crack. Cera noticed that the newborn baby Eletertic Hedgehog Pokemon eyes were all still closed shut like her pet Pretty Princess Kitty’s were whenever she turned into a really small kitty. Feeling left behind, Cera decided to use what she knew from her experience to help.

“We haft ta hewp dem finush hatchingd!” Cera Rosey yelled before picking up the halfway hatched pink rosey and egg and throwing them to the ground to finish breaking the egg.

“WAAAHHH,” the little pink thumb rosey cried in pain amongst the shards of her eggshell on the floor. Cera’s act of ‘help’ left both of its foot stumps crushed and left it crippled for life.

“I tink you bwoke it,” Bobbie Sonee observed while looking down at the crippled pink thumb rosey writhing in pain on the cold floor.

“Nuh uh!” Cera Rosey denied her guilt. “Dat wosey was just bown speshul und swow in da mind. Besides now we haff ta be sure to cwean up dey’re fuw,” Cera Rosey tried to change the subject before ignoring the crying rosey on the floor and leaving it to pick up the now fully hatched black and purple rosey. Cera began clumsily wiping the albumen from the thumb rosey’s fur with her arm stubs.

“YAY WET STUFF!” cheered Wet Rosey before she picked the gimp rosey up from the floor and began rubbing the newborn rosey drenched in albumen and amniotic fluid against her fur in glee.

“Who’s baby sonees und woseys is who’s?” Christine Rosey asked puzzled. The top half of an orange sonee’s body had burst out of the fourth egg and a yellow armstub had burst through the fifth and last egg’s shell, the purple rosey had noticed.

“God und da Beaw say babies come fwom one STWAIGHT man and woman, so one baby fer one sonee und wosey coupwe,” Tera Rosey decided. “We dun’t want ta waise ouw babies in sin.”

“I want ta shawe muh baby wiff muh heawtsweet Fewal!” Christine declared. “Dis one is ouws,” Christine decided before picking up the newborn thumb-sized orange sonee and waddling towards Feral. “What shouwd we name him Fewal?”

“Name him Fug-wad fer all I cawe,” Feral told Christine.

“YAY! Yer name is Fug-wad Sonee widdle baby!” Christine cheered her special orange sonee on. She was so special to have an orange sonee Christine thought to herself.

“Um…. But wut if not all of us have finnushed ouw wuv quest and have a sweetheart ta shawe a baby wiff?” Bobbie Sonee asked nervously. He wished he didn’t have to be pressured to find a sweetheart to raise a baby with.

“SIGH…. Bobbie you cun shawe a baby wiff Wet Wosey. She alweady picked a baby,” Robbie paired the bad boy with a bandanna Bobby Sonee with Wet Rosey and baby Gimp Rosey.

“YAY! WET BOYFWIEND!” Yelled Wet Rosey as she hugged Bobbie Sonee still soaked in Gimp Rosey’s albumen.

“um… Will you pway mommy und daddy wiff me?” Moist Sonee bashfully asked Cera Rosey who was busy finishing drying off her adopted newborn baby rosey.

“uh, yeah suwe,” Cera Rosey complied to Moist’s request without bothering to look up at him. She was so glad to finally have her own baby. It was the one toy her mommy and daddy wouldn’t give her. Cera didn’t understand why not. How else could she really play house and learn to become a good mommy? Cera even promised to feed and clean up after it like she made Heather do with Pretty Princess Kitty. But her Mommy and Daddy never got her a baby to play house with. Now however, she had her own super special thumbsized black and purple rosey.

“YAY! TANK YOU! I WUV YOU!” Moist Sonee yelled while jumping up and down in glee. His highest leap never passed two vertical inches off the ground. “Wus ouw baby’s name?” Moist Sonee asked out of breath.

“Muh baby’s name is Pwetty Pwincess Wosey,” Cera beamed with pride.

“HEY! I wanted ta name muh baby dat!” Christine Rosey yelled at Cera.

“You can’t name yer baby dat, you alweady named him Fug-wad!” Cera Rosey defended her daughters name right.

“Oh yeah…. Well I change muh mind. I wanna name muh baby dat,” Christine argued.

“No takebacks!” Cera Rosey yelled.

“Fine!” Christine Rosey conceded  the name ‘Pretty Princess Rosey’ to Cera’s thumb rosey in a huff.

“Wobbie will you shawe a baby wiff me? I’ll give ya all muh wespect points,” Christy Rosey offered Robbie Sonee. Christy Rosey saw an opportunity to become the sweetheart of the son of the ORIGINAL SONICHU and she took it. If any sonee could beat-up that bully Feral Sonee to avenge her it was Robbie, Christy Rosey thought to herself.

“Um otay,” Robbie Sonee agreed hesitantly. He still wasn’t sure if the winged Christy Rosey was boyfriend free yet. Robbie didn’t want to put in the effort of being nice to a girl who was already stolen by some jerk sonee.

“YAY!” Christy Rosey cheered falsely to make Robbie think she liked him. She kissed his cheek and caused his cheek-spots to blush. The white rosey turned to looked down into the basket to see which babies were left. Christy saw there was only what looked to be a boring old normal yellow sonee finishing hatching and an already fully hatched rosey. Christy Rosey grinned when she saw the purple and pink rosey with the crooked white tail and pink heart shaped spot on it’s chest.

“Dis is ouw baby Wobbie,” Christy introduced Robbie to the thumb rosey loud enough for the all the larvae to hear. “Her name is Puwple because she is puwple.” Christy named her smugly.

“YOU CAN’T NAME HER DAT! I’M DA ONWY PUWPLE WOSEY!!!” Christine Rosey screamed at the top of her lungs  in anger causing little orange Fug-wad Sonee between her arm stubs to flinch in fear. “DAT WOSEY ISN’T PUWPLE! SHE’S PINK UND MAGENTA! DAT HEAWT MAWK ON HER CHEST WOOKS STUPID! UND HER TAIL IS CWOOKED UND WHITE UND UGWY! I’M DA ONWY PUWPLE WOSEY!” Christine Rosey tried to defend what made her special.

“I cun name muh baby whatevew I want. Isn’t dat wight Wobbie heawtsweet?” Christy Rosey asked Robbie while moving behind him with Puwple Rosey as if to hide from Christine. “You’ll pwotect me und awe baby Puwple Wosey won’t you?” Christy Rosey asked Robbie before winking to catch his awe.

“Um… Yeah Chwistine weave Chwisty und Puwple Wosey awone,” Robbie commanded his sister in his best attempt at an authoritative voice.

“Buh Wobbie! She’s onwy naming dat wosey dat ta TWOLL me!” Christine Rosey tried to make Robbie take her side.

“No Chwistine! Muh und Chwisty’s daughtew is named Puwple Wosey. Dats finaw,” Robbie Sonee put his blue plastic sneakered foot stub down. The white Christy Rosey wrapped one arm stub around Robbie while the other arm stub held Puwple Rosey. Her wing stubs flapped as she grew excited from getting back at Christine.

“SIGH!!!.... Fine den Wobbie,” Christine Rosey reluctantly conceded to her younger brother as her mother and father always told her to.

Squirt the blue Sonee looked left and right and realized he was the last single sonee. “Um I guess dis means dis baby is ouws,” Squirt said to the white Tera Rosey while gesturing toward the last newborn thumb larvae for no other reason then that she was the last single rosey left.

“YAY! I get ta be a mommy!” Tera Rosey cheered at the top of her lungs. She picked up the last thumb sized larvae, an ordinary yellow sonee. “I’m gonna name ya Zappy Sonee! YAY!” Tera cheered while she violently shook the newborn baby sonee up and down.

“NEEE-” cried out Zappy Sonee before his neck broke from whiplash with a SNAP. Tera Rosey stopped shaking the sonee when its body went limp.

“Zappy?” Tera Rosey asked in a puzzled tone before shaking the thumb sonee’s body again to try to get it to react. “Zappy Sonee wake up wight now! Dis is yer mommy tawking! Stop being wazy and wake up!” Tera Rosey yelled at the limp body as she shook it up and down in a vain attempt to get it to wake up.

“I tink ya bwoke et,” Squirt Sonee observed while looking at Zappy Sonee’s body from over Tera Rosey’s shoulder.

“No I didn’t! I’m a good mommy wiff a happy und funny baby, he’s just being wazy wight now,” Tera Rosey tried to defend her parenting skills while shaking the thumb sonee’s body. “Fine den, stay asweep while all yer cousins pway games und have fun den!” Tera said in a defeated tone as she stopped shaking the sonee’s limp dead body.

“Dat ting is fuggin dead. You know dat wight?” Feral Sonee asked Tera Rosey.

“Shut up! Yer just jeawous muh baby is cuter den yers!” Tera Rosey taunted Feral while hugging Zappy Sonee’s dead limp body against her chest with her arm stubs.

“Wut awe we gonna do wiff da babies now?” Christine Rosey asked. She had no idea what princesses and princes did in stories after they had their babies, that was whetr the story always ended.

“Shouwd we feed dem fiwst?” Bobbie Sonee suggested.

“Or maybe wet dem sweep?” Christine Rosey suggested.

“NO! We shouwd dwess dem up fiwst,” Cera Rosey insisted. She could always feed her baby and let it nap later. Right now she wanted to do something she had always wanted to do, dress her own baby up like a doll.

“Whewe will we find cwothes widdle enough fer dem?” Moist Sonee asked Cera Rosey.

“We cun use da doll cwothes in muh woom,” Cera Rosey answered the damp blue sonee.

“Otay wets dwess up ouw babies using yer doll cwothes, YAY!” Christine Rosey cheered in glee now that she knew she  would not have to share any of HER doll clothes with the baby thumb roseys and sonees.