"Ugh...can you just be quiet for a little while, please?!"
"Give me a treat! Brush me!"
"Shhhhhhhhh." You hushed Baby Tattletail, though it was pointless as he kept whining about his stomach and his messy fur.
It came to be very clear that he did not understand the gravity of the situation you were in: The Mama Tattletail was in the house somewhere, ready to kill you when you least expected it, and here he was complaining about food?!??
"Mama won't be happy about this.."
"Maybe she will be if you just keep quiet while I try to find what you need!" You glared at Baby Tattletail. He didn't say anything else as you went to the kitchen to get him some treats. Then you took the brush that was sitting on the sofa and quietly headed back to your room.
'Finally...' You sighed, shining your flashlight in case Mama was in there. When it was all clear, you went in, shutting the door behind you. Wiping the cold sweat from your forehead, you turned off the flashlight and put your