You are showered with plastic infants, trapped underneath them. The teacher starts picking them up and putting them back into the box, and to your horror, grabs you as well. When the teacher grabbed you you saw that it was Mrs. Davis, an older woman who had very poor vision who ran home every class
You had been at her unknown mercy many times in the past. When she picked you up she unknowingly squished your face, rendering you mute until you could reform. She picked up the last baby and made her way into her class room.
She turned to her class and said, "alright, everyone come and pick up a baby, it will be your responsibility to take care of them for the week."
You freeze in horror. A week? But before you can move someone picks you up. You turn your head to see that it is...
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