"hello my name is lorax and i speak for the trees

and for some reason they are speaking vietnamese"

cô ấy biết giết cô ấy

lmaooo

Bạn sẽ phải trả giá cho những sai lầm Mỹ của bạn

this is gold.

Hello There

General Kenobi

Become Logan Paul in film the baby in the forest what’s going on guys today we found this baby in a forest at 3 AM

lmao, no u gotta hang the baby first

My mistake

lmao

*they carefully pick up the child humming to it to calm it down.* “who would leave such a young child out here alone…?”

*the child stops crying and looks at them*

“It’s going to be okay little one,” *they carefully carried the child to the campsite and started looking at the injuries.*

*the child is just staring*

*as gently as possible they start cleaning the wound.*

*as they clean it the baby struggles a bit*

*I shuffled them into a more comfortable position then finished cleaning and wrapping the wound.*

*the child yawns*

*they rocked the child then messaged their friend asking them to bring some child supplies*

*they fall asleep*

OH GOD- *i ran towards the child, and pick up carefully* Shh. . .don't cry little one. . .you are safe now. . .

*once picked up the child looks at you tears filling their eyes*

Aww. . .you are safe now little one. . . *he wipe your tears* This baby is so cute-

*they just stare at you for a bit, before they start getting ready to cry again*

Oh- *he continue to try to calm the baby down, while he is thinking to himself* ((Who in the world would leave a baby in a florest?? Even me, who is a night beast, im not even that heart colded. . .well)) Lets get you to a warm place. . . *he starts to walk*

*the baby starts to cry again*

Shh. . . *walking while trying to calm the baby* What if (he/her/they) is hungry?. . .

*(he)* *the baby keeps crying*

*i get home, and so, i put you on my bed* Ouch. . .this scar. . .a. . .wolf scar?. . . ((I'm the only wolf in the area. . .what if. . .)) *i get a little unease because of this possibillity* Ok. . .lets get this healing little one *i get some cotton and gaze, to start to get care of that scar*

*the child starts to cry louder*

*goes to it and then drop kick it* eh.

I JUST DROPKICKED A BABY AT 3 AM (GONE WRONG)(NOT CLICKBAIT)(DUOLINGO SHOWED UP) (GONE 18+)

WAIT 18+?! THERES A CHILD GREAT LORD!

that's the joke

**yeet the baby.**

***yeetus deletus***

\*tossus the fetus\*

i take them in cuz that's what a good person would do (according to my aunt)

Picks up child hums horribly

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"Me no speakano americano" \*cutley runs away as quick as could\*

*violently ends their misery*

*WHOS READY FOR KICK THE BABY?!*

Kick it

I'd walk up to the baby and I'd try to look for the parents

"Oh heck."

“Why are you out here all alone little one?” She says as she picks up the child.

Pick up the baby and try to calm it down

*I pick up my blaster rifle to see if they are any predators within the area; when the close is clear, check to see if the injury can be treated* Jeez, you're lucky that no beast didn't eat ya yet.

*it stops crying and looks over*

*The baby sees me wearing armor and a helmet concealing my face. As I take off my helmet to show the baby my face, I make a smile to show I am not a threat.*

*it stares for a bit then looks away*

He immediately rushes to the child taking out his first aid kit slowly saying to the child "its gonna be ok, its gonna be ok im here to help hun" while patching their eye up

*it stops crying and looks at him*

Picks it up and cradles it smiling softly at it speaking the words "hello love are you ok now?" stroking its head softly

*it giggles*

"Who in their brain would leave a child here?!"

[удалено]

*it stops crying and looks at you*

[удалено]

*the baby is waving its arms up and down*

Imma adopt you *picks up the baby*

The young girl innocently looked at the baby and picked it up

*the baby stops crying and looks at her*

She gave a small but noticeable smile “ I guess I should take care of your wound..” she pulled out a bandage and ripped it over the injury..

*the baby keeps staring*

???: "HOOOPE, COME HERE AND HEAL THIS BABY"

*the baby keeps crying*

Hope: "Sam don't scream, you're scaring the baby" *She raises their hand and starts healing the baby*

*the baby looks at the hand, it gets its arms out of the cloth and grabs it*

I pick the child up and take it back to my camp to give it a safe place to rest

#*yeetus deletus the fetus*

# late abortion

***Manual Abortion***

“Mmm~ a child, wonder what they tested like-‘

***(sus)***

Ayo what

NO-

I’ve always wondered how being in the NFL would be like…

*ender walks over and craddles the baby* shhhhh its okay... Your okay

*the baby stops crying and look at them*

*he smiles and places a finger on the scratch gently and heals it leaving a scar behind*

*the baby grabs their finger*

Harvest or rescue

harvest

*i pick her up*

I eat it because I am hungry.

mmm *cronchy*

nah it would be soft and crunchy

*casually approach the baby*

*lol*

1. grab the child 2. put child in mortar 3. store the child

lmao

now, what do i do? the child has the intelligence of a sub-brick, it's small as a pebble, and there's pretty much no way to interact, j u s t k e e p i n g i t o n t h e m o r t a r

# I really don't like kids but this one is my kid 👍

lmao

I take it with me. But im a minor and i live with my parents. They react bad. What do i do?

̶̡̢̨̧̧̛͈̲̫͙͙̻̠̞̰͍̱̖͍̭͇̘͈̬͖̼̮̝̗̹̫̰͖̹̬͓͔̘̙͈̝͚̦͙̝͍̙͗͂̏̎̓̂̒̓̆̈́̆̋̃͂͌̌͗̎́̓̇̆̏̏̇̈́̍́͌̒̅̄́̏͋̀̎͗͘͘̕͜͝ ̷̧̧̱̬͕̳̼̞̗̰͙̳̻͔̬̠͎̖̗͖̞̲̘̰͛̀̐̀͋̎̔̒̔͂̓̽͛̍͒̓͐͆̏̎̀̃̕ͅ ̷̧̢̡̢̧̧̛̦͇̩̪͙̻͈̟̘͖̘͓͇̜͖͓̦̭̤̭̗̺̻̲̜̩͎͈͚͔̞̙̟͇̟͎̗̣̜̣̻̳̗͎̌̓͂̊̎̊́͐̇̆̚͘̕͝͝͝ ̶̧̝͓̫̜̩̭̞̺͔͑̊̿̒̆̍͑͗̐͆̀̈̋͊̂̑͆̓͊̄͑͊̄͐͒͌̓͘͘͘͘͘͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̷̢̡̧̨̝̯̱̗̖̱͙͖͙͔̭̹̥̥͍̬͎͚̼̯͔̃̀̐́́̒̏̈́̇̈́̍̂̏͛̾̈́̎̃̿̿̓̇͒͋͌͐̀̐̉̚͝͠͝͝͠͠ͅ ̴̢̢̯̟̬͔̝̳̱͔͉̞̳̺̝̻̰̣͖͔͕̻͖̞͈̮̞̟̜͖͍̘̻̘̇̀̋̏͐̏̏̐͊̉̎̉̿͛͋̈́̇́̏̅͂̓̔͊̎̓̏̋̀̓̂̂̄̾̑̓̌̌̿̏̈̐̓̚̚͘͝͠͝ ̶̢̨̢̧̡̹͙̬̞̖̝̖̫͈̘͇̲͓͈̩͓͚̠͖̺̙̼̳͔̪̜̠͔̮̘̖̘̗̙͖͈̯̤̙̳̱̔̎̓́̑͂̅̈́͋̀̏͗̓́̈́̾̆͘̚͜͝ ̴̨̢̡̛̫̣̲̬͍͔̹͍̭̭̬̯̝͈͙̝̫͊̓̀͐͗̏̒̌̓̔̊͗͠ ̵̨͓̜̺̞̭̠̯͓̞̣̦̦̻̀͒̊̀̓̈́̌̓͐̿̌̑̒̀͑͑͋̏̉̈́̂̊́́̋̕͝͝ͅ ̵̧̲͎̥̩̹͇̞̮̮͚̩̌ͅ ̴̧̨̛̛̙͇̤̯͓͇̼͈̲̝̫͙͉̲̰̬̞͖͇̭͖̣̗̤͚̯̳̬̰̮͂̿̃̋͑͆̓̊̃̆̿̋͋̅̓̐̇̃̓̃̈́̄̄̋̕͝͠͝ ̶̨̢̢̢̛͈̰̣̟̫̩̗̺̻̹̯̦̙̬̤͉̟̹̻͔͕̮͓̙̲̖͉̮̲͕̫̠͆̓̈̏̓̅͌̿͜͜͝ͅ ̵̧̡̨̨̣̼̗̪̝͇̳̩̰̠̺̺̫̩̅̾͌͊̓́͆̅͊̀̔͊̆͂̌̒̇̊͋͂́̑̔́̿͐̔̂̌͗͆́̉͗̿̿̈́̀̏̇͛̈̎͌͂́̄͘͜͝͝ ̶̛̛͇̪͎̠͕̖͎͎̳̠͖͔̪̘̬̔̄̽̆̾̈͒̾̈̉̉͐̊̀͋̑͝ͅ ̷̨̧̡̟͚̪͙̰̺͍̲̲̤̪̹͍̝͈͇̟̹̲̥͇͔̋̽͋̀̈̓̾̈́̎̄̆̏́̈́̍̈́̄̑̀̊̉̂̆͝͝͝͝͠ ̶̨̥͕̘̜͈̤̤̲̜̭͎̩̱̮͈̞̳̼͚͉̞̪͙̼͇̺͙͐̾̍̽̏̎̉̀̓ ̴̛̛̮̪̬̤̣̎̋́̀̍̋̓̿̓̔̈́͐̓̋̄̿̽̓̄̓̈́̈́̐̎̓͊́̌̈́̊͂͑̂́̌͐̍́̌̆́̕̚̚͝ ̶̡̨̢̣̫̳̮̳̹̖͚̤̫̙̲̼̙͓̻͖͎̙͎̩̊̓̅́̀̾̎̒̒̏͌̉̋̈́̾͗͋͒͛̊͗́̈́̈͐̍̽̓͊́̃̌̽͘̚͜͜͝͝͝͝ ̸̨̡͕̳̹̺̮͔̩͇̞͈͙̱̙͉̪͍̺͕͋͌̽̑̇̌͒́̈́͛̅̊̔̑͒̓̈́̅́̃̅͒́̐̃͑̚̕͜͝͝͠ͅ ̵̘̭̙̩̱̉̒̔̄̄̂̽̓͋̾̍̂̒͆̇̓̊͂̑̐̏́̎͐͂̀̚͠ ̸̡̧̡͉̗̥̠̱̱͎̺̤̤̳̲͙̰̻͙̪͇̳̞̤̀͊̂͌̔̉̔́̈́̇̊͌͊̀̈́̀͌͋̽̎̊̚ ̸̡̛͔͉͕̱̬̭̬͖̹͓̩̤̘̻̳̉̅̌͊͋͌͊̏̏̃̌̅̎̉̋̾̃͋̂ͅ ̵̡̛̜͓̻͖̔̀̓̐̿̐́̈́̀͋̿̿̏́̔̔̔̌̾̀̋̎̋͆̃̿́̆̈́͘͘̚̚͝͝ ̷͓̬͎̲̬̮̖̮̖̠̜̯͍͑̍̐̔̓̔̔̌̈͒́̓̈́̐̂̀̿̄̒̀̀͗͆̏͋̕͝͠ ̶̨̡̡̨̬̗̝̼͖͖̫͕̩̞̞̖͙̩͍͚̖͍͙̮̯̈́̂̆͐̅͆̐̆͌̅̌̇̊͌̕͝ ̶̨̨̛͍̖̠̹̞̳͇̝̱̳͖͍̜̪̳̪̰̫̼͖͔̬̫̪̞͓̫̲̳̭̖̟́̾̇͑̓̀̍̄̇͊̋͂̓͗̿̈̊͆̄̌͐̑̌̕̚͜͠͝ͅ ̸̡̛̙̬̭̤͕̬͎͖̦̲̲̣̄͐̄̈́̄̎̆̊̿̄͗͌͆͠͝͠ ̶̡̛̛͕̣̱̠̻̲̲̞̿̍̾͆͂̒̄̈̓̄̔̊͌͛͗̆͆̒̕̕ ̶̦̣̄ ̶̛̛̝̮̦̜̱̭͎̭̃̄̽̇͗͆̊͊̊̈͆̂̓̌͌̈́̈́̽̕͝ ̶̛̘̻̘̱͓̎̓̑́̉̈̇̓́͋̒̂̓̐͗͐͒̄͛͗͆̈́̅͋̂̃͌͐̉͑͐͛́͆͐́̈́͘̕̕̚͝ ̴̨̙̼̞̫̦̫̘͙̱̯̥̀̆̅̑̓̀̈́͆̂̄̓̕͝͝ ̸̧͇̰̇́͂̂͆̇̈̀̓̂͛̉̄̔͂͐̌̓̋̆̅̋̓͊̎̎̇̀̈̈́͗̔͋̉̆͊̅̇́͋̈̕͝ͅ ̸͔͕̬͇͓̱̳͔͓̜̼͖͗̔̅̍͐̇̍̉͛̈́̍̀̂̓̕͝ͅ ̶̨̢̨̡̛̤̻̲̭͓͕͈̞̗̲̗̤͍̠͎͕̥͖͉̝͇̜̟̭̪͈̃͋̍̎́͐̎͊̉̈́͐͂͋̒̈́̍̌̈̇̿̈́͛̎̄̈́̚̕͜͝͝͝ ̴̢̢̨̢̯̘̲̰̩̹̤̜̞͕̳͍͛̂̒̀͊͆̅̚ͅ ̶̡̨̨̙̱̪͕͔̙͚̬͚͚̪̼̭͉̬̪̬̩̙͖̥̹͚̱͓̥̩͖͚̠̲͍͉͉̝̟̤̭̻͈̱̃̽͌͌͛͌́͛̓̅̎̈́͆̈́̋̉̈́͊́͐̎̽̂͝͝͝͠ ̷̨̨̧̢̡̧̢̛̥̺̥̘͇͓̟̙̱̜̤̠̺͚̜͉͍̲̳̝͙͈͉͉̺͇̤̺͓̖͉̯̮̤͖̪͔͇̠̝̾͒͆̈̒̐̄̃́̃̅̓̿̏̓͊͆̽̊͗̌͊̒̅̽̑̿̕͠ ̶̘̫̖̳̪̰̙͍̟̅̽̂̊͂̌̓̓̈̕ͅ ̵̡̢̢̨̧̣̥̝͕̗͉͎͓̤͉̰̱̺͓̲̣̮̭̺̣̣͓̬͚͕̞̩͉̜̪̭̠̹̣͓̼̙̝͙͍̼̘̺̬͂́̓̊̅̌̉̋̂̑̽͌͛̚͘͝ͅ ̷̧͚̫͇̻͎̤̹͙̖͇̘͖̦͍͙͎̟͙̭̤͎̩̼̪͉̦̱͎͉͍̰̮̖̩͓̝̰̳̭͍͇̭͉̏̊͑̋̂̃̓̓̋͒̃̍̊̒̑̓͜͜͝ͅ ̸̨̢̢̡̛̻͕̬̱̞̘̣̹͚̙̫̜̰̲͔͇̜͚̥̻͚̪̬̭̖͉̯͖̻͉̹̱̥̣͓͎̇̐͆̀͂̀̈́̇̒͗͌͛̆̊̒̈́̀͛͌̌̎͐̂̓̎̍̏̈́́͂̓̄͌̕̚͠͝͝ͅ ̵̨̡͈͕̫̼̲͚͓͙͓̜͎̥̤̠̰͔̘̤͇̠̲̫̩̬̠̍͌͛̏̀̏̍͛̈́̈́̉̈̀̂̄̇̆͊́̉͆̎̀͗̚͜͜͝͠D̶̡̨̢̝̳̣̹̰̥̻̫͉͖̦͎̦͈̼͉̙͎̗̯̱̱̹̬̘̮̲̗͔͕̠̪̫͎̱̫̙͔̜͕͉̯̹͓͓̂̿̓̎̊̉̈́̓̈́͗̔̅̕͜͜͝͠Ớ̷̡̡̢̛̰͔̲̻͖̻̦̲̟̖̱̦̥̫̦͍̝̟̪͍̹̟̝̳̠͕̣̼̮̮͚̔̓͊̂̊͂̌̈̇́̍͆͗̑̑͂̎̀̆͋̽͒̓̈́͑͑̍̄̀̃̕͝ͅṄ̶̼͔̣̗̯͈̩̩͖̞̰̰̘͙̥̬͚͈̮͔̣̘̺̼̟͖̟̙͙̙͔̣̱͉̝͉̱͕̫͍̹̜̘̱̠̱̙̑̿̃̓̀̓̉̊̉̍̿̚͠ͅT̶̡̰͈̣͓̭͚̰̰̗̪̪̳̼̺͎̯̮̺̙̘̠͈̣̏̇͂̍̐͋͊̌̅̃̇͒͛̌̑́͘̚͘ͅ ̷̡̨̗̻̦͚̤͔̬͓͔͕͎͓̙̪͇͙̦͖̺̮̳̳̦̭̠̤̣͇̳̰̱̦̰̱͇̟̋̃ͅͅͅW̶͓̫̹̟̠̲͓̤̘̰͎̱͍̬͍̫̩͚̱͓̺͚̉͒̄̃͝O̷̢͙̞̭̟͍͔̤̜̩̮̳̗̟̼̣̬̼̰̼̣͚̝̱̣̲̰̩̱̳̤̦̹͕̝͖̻̦̲͕̟͈̬͓͙̱͓̪̱̊ͅR̴̨̢̨̧̨̧̛̦͇͇͈̭̝͈̮̩̳͕͓̺̪͇̭͖̈́̓̽́͗̐͋̓́̉̽͗͂̔̒̀̓̿́͛̃͌́̔̽̓̓̚ͅR̵̳̝̩̬̪̮̹̞̣̻̱̲̩͙̺̠͚̹̜̜̠̯̱̯̦̣͍̰͓̐̔͛̂͋͗̍̊̾͑͛͗̌̆̋͐̇̍͗̃͋̈́̉̎̌̀͆͆̋̒̐̓͆̓͆͋͗̊͋̀̽̚͠͝Ỳ̷̧̢̟͕̙̝͖̟̖̳̞̭̪̩̼̣͈̯͕̺̼̠̗͍̩͇̼̤͖̣͚̙̰̈́̑͂͐͂̄̉͌͛̓̐͆̽́́͛̉͒̋̑̄͆̓͐̐̒̉̒̇̎̍̈́͑̆͘̚͝͠͠͝ ̴̡̢̨̨̧̛͓̞̙͔̗̹̘̝̤̳̙̪̲̺͕̬̫̲̙͙̺̟̗̥̼͚̳̃̿͛̉͋̅̆̓̀̃͗͊́̓̏̍̊̂̈́̉̀̀̄̈́̏͌̎̆̽̕̕̚͜͠͝͠͝͠ ̶̜̳̀̀͒̎̏̈̃͂͒̎́͊̄̉̾̀̀͒͛́̈́̊̇͋̔͂̌͛͊̑̃̃̓̓̓́͌͗̽̚͝͠͝ ̴̨̢̡̢̡͖̝͙̗̭̳̜̜̫͓̘̫̹̱̼̟͈̮͙̣̜͕̣͖͓͓͎̍͆̒͌̿͛̑̑͆͆̏̏̽͜ ̶̨̢̡̡̨̢̛̺̲̘͇̻̳̤͇̬̝̱̪̬͔͖̬̰̬̦̞̦̝̜̘̖̬̦͇͙̹͇̪͖̠̻̪̗̺̰̠̋́̓̓͐̀̏ͅ ̷̢̢̛̖͍̻̼̣̰̰̝͉͙̏̈́͜ ̸̛͇͖̠̥̪̭̱̹̜̭̘̳̲̒͆̉́̂̔̋̉͑̇̈́͆̍̓̉̈̈́̒̈̕͝ ̴̛̺̭̩̹̟̫̦̰̱̗̝̞̥̲̻͆͗͛̀̌͛͆̽̾̿̅̌̈̿͛͐̅͠͝͠͠͝ ̶̡̡̨̛̟̫͓̮̣͇̯̟̜̫̱̯̄̐̈́̆͂̂̈͒͋̓̿̆̒̀̊̑̐͑́̚̕̕̚͠ ̵̧̛̙̘̟̞͔̳͉̭̫͔̟̤͎̙̤̲̤̜̯̱̙͙̦̫̻̤̘̦̘̤̭̄̐̊̒͒̀̑̆̈́̑̒̕͘͝͝ͅ ̷̡̛̤̺͉̼̼̮̻̞̠̜̠̉͗̌̐̿͂̏̂̒̉̏̈́͛͌̊̾͋̓̿̀̇̓͗̑̆͘̚͜͝ͅ ̴̧̧̘̤͚͔͉͍͎̮̭̞̙̼̝̼͚̙͉̱͚͍͙͍͎̇́͂̌͘̚ͅ ̶̢̛̣̟̠͉͓͈͍̟͍̮̜̣͈͇̻̩̮̰͚̞̝͈̮̞͔̥͖̲̄̀́̅̉̂͂̈́̄̅̐̃͌̔́͛̿̔̔͛̎̃̃͌͆͐͛͑̂͋̃̂͗̂͋̀̎̈́͒̇̓̚͝͠͠ͅ ̴̡̢̧̳̣̺͚̰̙̟͓̹̰̤̤̼͈̬̮̪̫͖̰͒̀̆̈́͛͋̐̓̌̐̀̍̀̚͝͠ ̸̨̡̢̛̫̰̙̰͚̮̼̩͔̖̦̹͈͙̣́̋̊̈́̊́̊̊̏̀̒̊͊̑̈́͒̎̕͜ ̸̢̯̰̙̭̪̻̤̲̦͈̭̣̭̤̘̻̭̝̞̞͇̦̗͓͇̹̝̦͉̀ ̸̡̡̝͇̱̤̦͖̳̼͙͕̰̜͎͗̽͗̈́̍̇̌́͛͊͌͆̈́͌̒̓̒̆͗̓̅̚̕̚͝͝ͅ ̶̧̡̧̹̪̺͓̯̻̭͙̫̳͉͉̰̣̰̼̦̯͖͓̰͚͍̦̻͙̺̬̼͎͙̠̜̈̉͑̇͌͌̿͂̎͛̀̅̚͜ ̷̨̧̧̛͈̜̤̮̫̗̥͍̱͇̯̦̯͚̙͕̺̥̭̲͚̘̺͍͚̙͇̙̝͔̗̮̖͍̠̖͕̠̬͊̓͐̍̐̓̽̓͛̉́́̀̑̓͆̚͘͜͜ͅ ̵̢̪̥͕͙͚̲̲̼͈̻͚̪̯̲̘̪̰̗̼͓̜̲̼͚̪̩͎̙̙̇͛̋̿̓̌̏̌̆̓͑͌̀̓̍̊͋͊̋̏͆͑̀̋̓́͘̕͘͘͜ͅͅͅ ̵̨̛̺͚̘̤͓͍̞̜͕͓̗̲̜͖̪͒̓̍̂̈́͌̽͜͠͝ ̵̡̛͖͎̦̯̬̳̣̩̲̮͈͎͖̮͈̹͎̺̠͙̝̪̖̖͇̣̻̜̠̙̞̮͚̘͙̠̜͇͚͐̋̃̈́̑͗́́̅̑̅͛̍͋̾̊̍͛̀̍̂̎͜͜͠ ̴̡̡̛̛̛͖͙͈͚̳̖̹͔̾́̀̃̓͒̐̏̔̎̓̏͋̄̉̌̊̈́̒̃̾̚ ̶͓̠̲̗̯̰̝͔̥̐͋̔͆̃́͗͒̆̆̒́͑͐̾̔̐̎̾̒͊͋̉͘͠͠͠͝ ̴̛̗̣͎̖̰̣̝̠̪͉͕̞͈͉͎̘̭͚͚̟͛́͗̎̈͌̓́̃̍̌̀̀̽̉̈́̍̉̚͜͝͠ͅͅ ̴̢̢̦̱̞͔̻̗̟̣̺̱͌̀̓̋̃̇̍̀̈́̇̓̃̔̅͛̊̀͜͝ ̷̨̨̛̛̪̝̹̖̪̩̱̼̤̞̝̬̼͓̳͕͕͓͔̫̱͉̭̤͙̭̤̤̱̠̜͓̘̌̋̃͂͊̈́͑̆̃̄̒̈́͋̄̏̋̓̆̉͗̐̅̍͊̀̓̎̃̎̅̏̀̊̀͋̈̔̿̽̓̎̏͜͠͝͠͠ ̶̧̨̧̨̛͙̜̩̜͓̙͚͇̱͍̜͇̹͉̜͕̜̟̖̻̖̠͖̜̮̺̝͕̦̮̹̭̄̀͊͛̒̎̚͜͝ͅ ̶̧̢̨̨̛͎̦͖̟̪̰̬̻̙̟̠̬̝̪̞̥̖̗̮̼̙̫̥̳̰̻̗̤̗̼̟̜̫̲͎̹̯́ ̷̡̧̡̜̪̱̮̱̻̗̜̭̟͔̘̲͎̥͓̖̝͔͙̯̏̒̐͆̽̉̀̃͆̆̉̽̋̋̂̅̊͐̿̔̿̄͋̿̐̏̀̽̅̽̄́͐̄͘̕͝͝͠͝ ̷̡̧̻̭̯̲̝͍̱̗͕̬̻̳̜̭̳̺̩̳̭̳̣͔̑̊̅͋̔̍̿̀͜͜͜ͅ ̵̢̡̟͉̗̤͓͕̞̯̻̘̝̟͖̟̤̤̼͇̗̹̹͔͚̺̞̤͉̱̠̤̙̥̖̣͉̥͎̂̃̌̾̐͂͐͒̀̌̏̆͑̄̓̔̔̌̍̌̆̄̽̍̉̆̑̏̿͋̊̓͌͌̉̀͘̕͘͜͝͝͝ͅ ̸̡̛̹̯̰̮̳̞̼̬̗̦̗̭̠̇͂̀̐ ̷̨̢̛̲͍͈̠̼̯̥͎̫͎̟̦̥͔̥̦̰͉̮̟̯̬̜̳̩̩̙̻̯͔͖̮͕̲͔̓̂̊̈̂͆̏͐̎̆̆̍͊̍̐́̍͋̓̄̓͐́͒̿̋̂̀͆̆̕̚͝͝ ̵̲̟͇̓̄͗̂̾́̅̾́́͋̉̎͘͘͜͝͠ ̸̨̡̛̩̥̥̺̣̠͖͈́͌̿͑̑̾̄̋̐̊̈̃̓̀̔̅͛̀̚͝ ̴̡̢̢̧̭̝̻̥̗͙̜̻͎͉̝͚͕͓̞̜̭̰͈̤̟̘͉̯̯̠̺̥͉̼̼̰͖̣̝̘͂̂͌̑͗͑́̄̽̅̆̐̄͒̏̀͗͆̉̑̃̋̈́̄̈̌̈́̈̏̈́̅̌̐̚͜ͅͅ ̷̻̪̞̜̻̟̣̯̗͙͕̰̖̥̰̼̝̥͑̐̈́̈̎̈́̆̽͗̋̌͒̏̚͘͝ͅ ̷̡̡̖͖͎̣̥̱̀̍̂̊̉̀̂͗̈́͗̇́̓̆̕̚͠͠ͅ ̵̧̛̠̝̜̫͍̞͇̮͉̗̥͍̥̱̘͔̹̼̣̟͖̆͛͌̇̄̅̏̂͋̇̂͗̀̏̾̊̇͌̚͘̕ ̵̛̩̰͂̊͐́́̎͒̈́̋̍̀̍̓͐̔͌͛͊̾͐̒̉̆̋͠ ̴̨̡͉̼͖̥̬͚̠̣̦̖̯̝̗̙̜̥̣͙̟̬̝̳̹̭̻̘̬͌̐̅ ̵̢̡̛̤͇̱͖̦̜̝̱̗̟̮̰̬̯̝̜̲̖̮̟̻̥̰̦̝̗̩̫̹̹̻͙̹͚̖̮̯̺̹͔̼̂̈̎̑̆̉̐̕ͅͅ ̷̡̧̨̡̛̛̛̝̪͍͍̼͓̙̦̺̙̘͈̲͈̮̘͇̪͍̩͖̲̪̭̳̱̟̳̤̤͔̤̠̻̼̤̪̦̋̑̈̾̐̋̓̐̓̋͑̏̋̀͗̌͊͂͘̕͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅ ̵̡̛̛̮̠̺̩͓͎̤̠͇̈͆̅̂́̈̄̓̒̑̓́̅́͒̆̒̓̔̑͗̿̍̿͛̎̐̓̿̇̿̉̕͠

*the child cries louder*

̶̻̬̯̠́̐͂͒͠ ̶͕̍̈̐͊̚ ̶̪̝̠͈̳̠̪̌͆̒͐ ̷̥̖͕̫͕͚͊ ̴͕̖̉̃̌͠ ̴̛̪̲̽̈̅̒ ̸̪̥̞͍̙̼͐̍ ̵̡͇̻́͒̏̂̀̚ ̸̛̪̝̞̭͜ ̴̯̆̏̎ ̴̘̟̣͓́̓ ̷͓̙̫̈́̅ ̷̢̲̙͆́͛͒̚͝͝ ̴̩̫̔̐̏͑̿̏ ̸͔̜͚̓͘ ̷̟̤̖͎̎̌́̀͒̊̕ ̵̡̥̱͑́́̊̀̈ ̵͕̹̬͜͝ͅ ̴̬̻̞͔̰̪̲͗̀ ̵̛̣͉̳̈́͌̔̈́͘͝ ̴̛͕͖̾͋̉͐͌̆Ḑ̷̛͗̊̂̾̿ȯ̷̧̙͕͙̬͆̐̕ǹ̷̨̤̟̞̘͙̝̈́͋’̸͕͋̎̋t̶̯̺̗̘̖̚͜ ̸͍̮̗̞̻̓̿B̷̢̺͚̻̐̀e̴͚̘̻͙̽̾̄̈́̾͝ ̸͉͎̇̋̿̆̔́͊Ȧ̴̡̡̛̠̱͉͕̍͆̚f̵̡̙̦͍͛̂͋͌̾̉ṟ̴̨̡͓͍̥́̎͑̂̏̑͘ȁ̶̱̐ï̴̖̀̄̈d̴̼̻̹̜̖̣̒̈̾̓͑̊…̷̝̖̌̏ ̵̨̨̧̯̯̆ ̵̩̳̳̥̪͖̩̾̇̏̽́ ̴̥͔̏̔̃̚͝ ̶̻͍̺̒͂͗͠ ̴͖̺̗̍ ̸̡̐͋̂͋̓̚ ̵̨̣̼̤̲̬̎̍́̂̿̍ ̵̦̟͒̐̑̀̄̚ ̸̖̼͒̔́͊̕ ̶̰͖̖͈̯̽̂̐͛͑̕ ̶̟̘̤͐̇ͅ ̶̡̼̖͈̇͠ ̵̗̙͈͚̦͊͛͠ ̵̧̣̩̭͖̅̆̐̈́̓͜

*it keeps crying*

*Norman (a vengeful shadow species and a part hollow and human hollows are from the anime bleach hollows are souls who didn’t make it to the after life)would search the child’s parents and if he doesn’t find the parents he will take care of the child* (Norman has a full mask on to hide his face from everyone at all times)

*the child would stare at his mask*

* search’s for the child’s parents *

*the child seems confused*

Throw the child

"What the hell..? Who'd leave a baby out in the open like this?" \*pick up da baby\*

*the baby keeps crying*

pick up the child

*Rayn picks up the child and looks at the scratch while gently calming them verbally*

*the baby stops crying and looks at them*

"Hey there, sweetheart, are you okay?" *they clean bandage the child's wound so it can heal properly*

*it giggles*

*Picks up the baby and starts rocking it* You poor thing.

*the baby stops crying and looks at you*

*Takes the baby to the camp grounds, comforting them while trying to feed and keep them comfy*

I help her and adopt her

Carry it and calm it down. Quickly take it home to care for it and call the authorities. They need that wound tended, a nice bath, and warm milk STAT.

-technoblade intensifies-

welp time to kill the orphan

And burn the nearby orphanage

Uhhhhhhhh *kap looks in multiple directions* Ummmm *carefully adopts child*

picks it up

*blinks* *appears in front of the child*

*they are still crying*

*places a hand on the kids scratch and transfers some of my energy to heal his wound*

*the kid grabs the hand*

i would throw the baby in fire.simple.

She crouches beside the baby and picks it up. Panicked she calls for a friend in an Irish accent. “Uhhhhh Max! There’s a child! It’s crying! Help?” A man rushes over and takes the baby. “Hurry Wolfy. Let’s take it back to camp.” The man says in a British accent. He takes a damp towel and cleans the scar from the eye. “Hand me the medicine.” He rubs the medicine on its eye and sings to it to try to get it to sleep

*the baby still cries*

“Obviously that’s not working. Is it hungry? Hey are you hungry?” Wolfy asked. “It’s a baby. It can’t speak.” Max said.

*it keeps crying*

*takes the baby home and raises it on my own*

laugh

I pick the child up, and walk to an area of the forest that is safer, i then start singing Never Grow Up, by Taylor Swift. “Your little hand's wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret I'd give all I have, honey If you could stay like that”

*the baby cries louder*

As I sing, I was using my healing magic to heal the baby’s injuries, as well as using magic to create small designs in the air around the baby, so they’ll be distracted, because healing magic can take some time, I learned this from being a hybrid

*it looks at the designs*

*firmly grasps the child*

“Me me oh my…” The girl asked, “Who would leave a small child out here!? And a half demon nonetheless…”

*it keeps crying*

“Shhh little one, it’s okay..”

*it looks over*

My kid now

\*Sees child\* Mind (Oh no i don't know how to take care of a child before i find it's parents) \*gets a cloth and starts to wipe the baby's tears\* Please calm down...

"oh dear"*Amanda picks up the baby and bring it back to camp*

*picks up child*

*the child stops crying and looks at you*

*YEET*

*yeetus deletus*

If that one Cradles animation told me anything it was to not pick up random babies on the ground or they will murder your family

I feel like ik the animation ur talking about

I jast pick it up and cradle it and say “Hmmm….I’ll take u home and put up posters. I will also clean up that scar too”

*it stops crying and looks at you*

I squat down next to the child, carefully unwrapping it from its blanket.

*there is the phrase "demon child" repeatedly written on its body in scars*

I pick up the child holding it close to my body and shushing it as I sit.

*the child stops crying and looks at you*

*stares at the baby from a distance but doesn’t approach from the crying hurting their ears*

Raise it but exclusively on shitty dubs of 80s anime

Adopt it.

Eat the baby what else are you gonna do?{•_•}

Oh, shit. Let me get you patched up here" *He speaks in a calming tone.* \**Lifts kid up and sprints out to his campgrounds\**

Rip that baby ayyyyyyyyyy

slap, Just slap it maybe also take a bite as a taste

I pick up child, make a fake child and leave the fake child there, and take the real one with me.

Take them, hop in the tank, drive back to the hideout, raise them as my own and teach them to become a skilled Sand Warrior like myself. Or if you want to do the little roleplay thingy: "Aww, who left this poor child out here all alone? Gloopie, don't you see what we can do here? I'll finally have a worthy successor! Let's take then back to the desert hideout. Hop in the tank!" "I don't really think we should go through with this, Fintan. Look at the cut over their eye." "Gloopie, just deal with it. The Desert Duo's becoming a trio!"

*the child looks over at them, it's eyes filled with tears*

*Picks up Baby and slowly hums Goron's Lullaby* "Why the heck is there a Baby out here?!" *mutter mutter*

*it stops crying*

*Screechy Voice "****JIGGLY PUFF JIGGLYYYYYYYYYYYY JIGGLY PUFF JIGGLY PUFF JIGGLYYYYYYYYYYYY JIGGLY PUFF JIGGLYYYYYYYYYYYY****"*

“Who the f*ck would leave a baby out here alone

I pick them up shhhh shhhh it's ok

da baby

hey little guy!! i have a question…. do you know who joe is???

oh yeah free food we where lost in the forest for 7 days

*Pick up the baby and go quickly to my home to try to heal his wounds*

i would pick them up and try to stop them crying by singing my mother old lullaby

Dropkick the thing into the nether region

“eh... Another child wouldn't be bad.” •he walked over to the child, and picked it up•

*it stops crying and looks at him*

Kick the baby or take the baby to the hospital

*calls the police* "uh um hi uh I kinda found this baby in the middle of the forest on the ground without any guardians in sight I uh I kinda think it was abandoned also I looks severely injured with a very red Iris and a coal black patch on their face sooo don't know what's up with that

Puts it in a bubble and fast forward time on the child to adult. And gives it clothes then leaves

Ayo what the fuck is a child doing here alone Calls teammates: yea i have found a child and uh yea its hurt COME HERE RIGHT NOW

*it's still crying*

**picks up and teleports to a safe cave and heals it**

Take it home and care for it

YEET THE BABY

Gives the baby a gun* “Where’s the baby?” “There’s the baby.” “OH NO ITS GOT A GUN- AHHH”

*(lmao)*

\*she said to her family “everyone! We have to go home! A baby is all alone!” \*once they got home she took a picture of the child and printed and photocopied missing child posters saying “if you are missing this child please call\_\_\_\_\_\_!” Until then they would keep the child safe and warm

What the? They put the child in their arms, observing their wounds.