Trix Pov

So, I may have miscalculated something. I'm currently, maybe 10 months old, and Crescent is 6 months old. So I figured I'd be able to just roll until I started walking since I didn't feel like crawling. Well, I didn't take into account that Crescent may be an active baby, and I'd have to struggle to keep up with them.

If you haven't realized it, Crescent started crawling at 6 months old. I could only watch from my spot as baby Crescent explored the room with their newfound freedom. I was admittedly a but jealous, but I also didn't wanna fall on my face if I fell while trying to crawl, so I was stuck at a stand still.

On one hand, I wanted to go after Crescent and follow them around. I didn't want them hurt, and I felt like I was being left behind. On the other hand, the last time I did something outside of my comfort zone, I ended up dead. Trying new things has become scary, and I don't understand why. It's something as simple as crawling, so it shouldn't be scary, right?

Well, that was apparently false since I hadn't even attempted to crawl even once despite everyone's efforts. Even when I'm on my own, the thought is terrifying to me, and I haven't been able to try. I really hope this sudden fear doesn't stick because if it does, my life is gonna suck. Especially since I'm gonna need to try a lot of new things, considering I'm not even human. Magic is the obvious one.

I watched from my safe spot of being in Mama Killers arms as Crescent explored the room we were in. It looked to be a young child's playroom or something similar. It was baby proofed and had a lot of soft toys laying around for the grabs. There were even young children books as well, which I had kept eyeing until Killer gave me one.

The book was, surprisingly, in English, and not some Cipher of some sort, so I was able to read what it said. It wasn't the most entertaining, but I was a kid, so I didn't expect much out of a book. Still, I had finished it pretty easily and was now watching Crescent crawl around the room. I was between wanting to try and crawl or stay in my safe spot.

The more I watched Crescent crawl, the more I wanted to as well. The only problem is that I wasn't sure if I could. The fear just felt so crippling, like if I tried, then something bad would happen, something really bad. However, I knew I'd have to crawl eventually in my life and that I shouldn't be letting my fear control my life.

I silently told myself that I could try once a day, and if I failed, then I wouldn't have to do it again. So I hyped myself up and wiggled in Mama Killers' hold until I was put safely onto the carpet. I went to try and crawl, only to freeze. I found it hard to breathe, despite not needing to breathe as a skeleton, and just stared at the floor.

30 seconds turned into a minute, which turned into 2, which turned into 5. I was aware of Killer watching me and how Crescent had started to make their way over to me, but I was frozen. It wasn't until I felt Crescent patting my head that I realized I was crying or close to it as I looked at Crescent with blurry sockets.

I tried to wipe the tears away as I slowly started to breathe again, the fear I had slowly draining away. I felt myself smile at Crescent and ended up letting out a little... giggle? Laugh? Whatever it was, it escaped my mouth as Crescent patted my head. I felt my tendrils sway a bit as I calmed down, and I spotted Crescent's tendrils wiggling a bit as well.

The bonding moment was nice but short-lived as Crescent was a kiddo and had a short attention span. I watched as Crescent started to crawl away, and my baby body reached out after them, eyes blurring again. I didn't wanna be left behind! Without thinking, I shakily got onto my hands and knees and followed after Crescent. I didn't get very far before my legs and arms gave out.

I closed my eyes and cried out only... I never hit the admittedly soft carpet floor. I slowly opened my eyes as I felt myself being moved and found myself in Papa Nights tendrils. Before long, I was in my Papa's arms as he gently patted my head and gave me a soft look. "Good job, little one." I stared up at him, my tears slowly fading away. This was the first time I've seen him look... well, not professional? It was a nice look.

After that, things were kinda a blur as Momma and Dad, aka Error, were told I had finally started crawling. Momma was enthusiastic, as she had been worried when I had even refused to attempt it, while Dad just gave me a smile and a simple, "GoOd JoB." There was a small celebration, and I was basically suffocated in affection to the point it just hurt. I told nobody and just enjoyed the attention I was receiving. I could get used to this...
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Hey! Here is chapter 4! What are your thoughts?