[Freeform] The Cradle Will Fall

As you got into bed that night, a gentle breeze crept in through the slightly open window. You could've sworn it carried a whisper.



A whisper both warm and harsh.
A strange hiss of words spreading through your room.



"Just let Mother and Father take care of you!"



Your eyes grew heavy and unable to open- your body numbed and sank deeper into your bed.
Before you had known- before you could run.
Before you had time to go- before you could see the sun.

You were lulled away by a dangerous hum.


"Rock-a-bye Baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock


When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all.


But when young baby and cradle will fall,
Mother and Father will protect you from harm."


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When you then awoke, you found yourself in a bed unlike your own. Plush and warm, you almost drifted back to sleep.
But then the thought attacked your mind...


This was not your bed.


Your eyes opened and your body sprang upright. You sat in the strange bed staring utterly dumbfounded.



This was not your house.


You saw several other beds, some held those asleep, other held those just awakening.


These were not people you knew.


Two strange people stepped inside and clapped their hands, fully awakening those who had begun to rise, spurring awake the slumbering. Their faces the personification of happiness as they turned on the lights.
Everything became more visible, the room painted in various pastels with baby toys littered about.
Rocking horses, colorful tents, shape-matching games, and rattles.


These toys were too big for a child.


"Would you look at that!" One of the figures, a man, beamed "Our Little Precious' are enjoying the toys!"
Everyone who had been staring caught themselves and looked away- before a realization sank in.


These were kidnappers.


"I know! Isn't it just adorable Father?" the woman looked at him.

"Simply adorable, Mother!" he nodded his head.

Almost everyone in the room began to slowly get off the bed and try to move away.


"Oh come on, Little Precious', just sit still!" the man extended his hand out.


"There's nothing to be afraid of!" the woman stepped closer.



Though their voice was kind, it somehow bled a dangerous tone-

"Just let Mother and Father take care of you!"​

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Bump-ity, bump, bump, bump.

.... Bump.