No one P.O.V [tw for messed up stuff ya know the drill]

"Oh my darling...isn't it wonderful...our son is just like us...!" A woman would coo softly to her husband, Gently caressing her new born's face, Pinching their chubby cheeks gently.

The husband stared at the baby's white fur for a moment, glancing back at the awestruck mother. "Yeah...wonderful.." he gulped silently, pulling on the collar of his shirt rather nervously, A sweat drop sliding down the back of his neck.

"I think it's too hot in here honey...I'm gonna go and Check the Thermostat alright?" He did his best to keep his body from showing how shaky and nervous he truly was, his hands warm and slick with sweat.

Instead of waiting for her response he slowly walked towards the kitchen, Repeating the same phrases over and over in his head. "Breathe..just breathe.."

Truly he knew the house wasn't that warm, But he needed to get out of her sight for even a moment. Should I call the police..? He thought to himself, his phone shaking in his grip.

"No....I can't.." he murmured softly under his breath, Setting his phone down on the counter beside him before falling against it. His back would send a shock of pain up his spine as the corner of the counter dug into his skin.

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"Hey honey?" The man would freeze in front of the door, His left hand on the doorknob, gripping it tightly as he shakily turned to face his wife, Doing his best to keep the bundle behind him hidden.

"Yes..?" He gulped nervously, His pupils shrinking slightly as he stared at the calm face of his wife, her eyes closed and her smile warm.

"Could you pick me up some frozen strawberries..? I want to make a smoothie for the baby when he wakes from his nap..." she hummed sweetly, Turning around and beginning to walk up the stairs of their house, her long tailcoat trailing behind her.

"O-of course!" He called back, waiting for her to disappear From his view.

Once he was sure she had headed to her bedroom he bolted out the door, Closing it behind him gently.

While he was in a rush he would not risk waking his bundle and Ending his escape plan here and now.

A slam of the door would alert his wife and he knew fully well that her hearing was much greater then what should be normal.

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How long has he been running for? He wasn't sure but he definitely knew he was rather tired.

He panted for breath, Wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he rested hidden inside an alleyway. Soon enough He fell to his knees, Gripping the front of his shirt as he tried to capture the oxygen he desperately craved.

"What are you doing in this alleyway out of shape.." a voice spoke firmly behind him, Grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting him up.

His eyes locked onto the owner of the voice and he bowed his head as much as he possibly could. "General sir.."

"Save it" he would be dropped to the ground, The figure crossing their arms. "Why is it you called me...I remind you that you better not waste my time.."

"...I was wondering sir...if you could Raise this child..." the word 'child' felt bitter on the father's tounge, and he internally vomited at the mere notion.

'More like spawn of a monster..'

A future monster. ..

"You want me to raise....this pathetic thing?" The child was lifted from their father's arms and held tightly by their antenna, the veteran general keeping a tight grip on it.

Without a second more the child began to cry, Soft whimpering and whining escaping it's tiny frail body as it tried to escape the one who held it.

"Yes...I fear that if my......partner...were to keep it...it could endanger us all...please....if you must rid of it...I don't care.." the father gripped the fabric of his Jean's, keeping his eyes locked on the ground.

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The father began his walk to the store, Ignoring the cries and wails of his infant son.

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"Such a wonderful nap.." the child's mother would yawn, Rubbing her eyes as she wrapped herself in her robe. "....surprised my darling ruby hasn't tried to awaken me...perhaps my sweet gem was just tired.." a smile would crease her lips as she remembered her child playing until he exhausted himself.

"One little visit won't hurt.." she reasoned as she walked out of her room, Already knowing the path to her child's room even with her eyes closed.

"......." When her eyes opened she Stared down at an empty crib, Her ears lowering as her smile became thin.

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A man sat next to his wife, Holding a cup of warm tea in his hands though his hands were rather shaky.

His wife Turned to him, And quickly he began to drink the warm tea he held, not wanting her to notice how shaky he was.

"Hey honey...?" His wife eventually spoke, A warm smile on her lips as she Set her paw on her husband's Shoulder.

For some reason...His ears rang and his head was pounding with pain, his eyesight slowly becoming more blurry.

"Y-yes dear...?" He croaked out nervously, slowly turning to face her.

"...where is my baby.."

Those words sent a chill down his spine, Especially considering how calm she looked.

But inside...

He realized she was fuming..

"I-i don't k-know...h-he's in his crib...right?" He tried to lie but It was hard to keep his composure As he began to sweat rather heavily, beginning to pull At the collar of his shirt.

"Did....it get hotter in here.." he mumurs, His brain feeling rather mushy and woozy.

"Where is our Baby Sylvester.." it was only know did he realize there was a hand wrapped around his throat, steadily applying more pressure the longer He took to speak.

"...." finally...it all made sense...

She had poisoned him..

He was dying...

A smile came onto his face at this and a dry hysterical laugh Escaped his throat. "Somewhere you will never find him..and if my Hope's come true..." his smile grew rather wide. "He should be Dead!!" He laughed, Tears of anguish and joy falling from his eyes.

The hand on his throat let go..

And before he could take on a single breathe...

His head slid to the floor with a thump..