3 Stuffed toys' Battle Royal

For a little over a week or two, her little underdeveloped and fragile body kept entering deep sleeping mode without any warning.

As a baby, it was extremely difficult to control her urges, especially hunger and sleep.

In fact, she was trying hard not to think about the other unpleasant aspects of being a newborn baby like, for example, the fact that being a very prolific pooping-machine seemed to come with the package.

Did she even mention the extreme mood swings and extreme level of emotiveness?

Really, she felt as if each new day was a losing battle again her most basic instincts.

Eat. Sleep. Cry. Repeat again.

The few moments where she felt 'awake' enough, she regained some kind of 'intelligent consciousness', as she called it, which to her demise, only lasted a few hours per day.

Precisely a few hours before feeding time, when her mind wasn't clouded by the need to satiate her hunger and the need to take long naps under her fluffy comforter.

But the little awake and lucid time she got was enough to somehow grasp a general understanding of her situation and surroundings.

Of course, her sight was still that of an infant, meaning that she was, annoyingly enough, an extremely nearsighted being; only able to see blurred shapes around her and occasionally her genitors' features when they held her close enough.

Should she start calling them 'her parents' now? They had technically given birth to her and cared for her since she came to…

But what could she do about that weird feeling of discomfort that was gnawing at her gut?

It somehow didn't feel right to suddenly forsake her original family for this new one…

She felt sad to admit it but as warm and loving as they were, this new couple could never replace her - original – flesh and blood who had worked so hard to shape her into the individual she had been and still was.

They held and would still hold a special spot in her mind and heart.

She brought her small fist towards her face and stared at the small and plumb fingers.

But what of this 'Candice' kid?

These kind people deserved to be happy too. They deserved a daughter that would return all the love given to her tenfold.

Was she cruel to want to rob them of that happiness?

What if it had been her very own 'parents' in this couple's situation? What would have happened if….?

She clenched her outstretched fist.

...

..

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That was it.

She had made up her mind.

She would become their daughter. She would become this 'Candice' girl.

She wouldn't deny them their own daughter.

Especially since she felt she had taken a spot that wasn't hers, to begin with.

Candice.

Had the original baby died as a stillborn? Did it leave an empty shell behind, to be found and possessed by her very own soul?

She would never know….

The only thing she knew, however, was that she had to seriously rethink the whole concepts of 'normality' and 'norm', as defined using the knowledge of her previous life.

This new world had challenged her very own sanity. Several times.

Her first real 'culture shock' had happened only a few hours after her eyes opened up for good – if she had to guess, it was probably the sign of a slightly premature birth.

She had witnessed her new father doing some pretty fascinating, if not slightly frightening tricks in her presence, that could only qualify as some kind of 'psychic powers' in her books. He somehow 'bewitched' all of her stuffed toys and made them fly around her bed, in an effort to entertain his baby daughter. Though she hadn't been able to see exactly how he had done it (Had he used a wand without her seeing? A chant ?). She was, after all, stuck in a baby bed with no means to lift her own body up.

The man was obviously having fun while watching his daughter's shocked face. Never had he seen a baby acting like his Candice. Truthfully, he had started to worry a bit because his baby girl seemed a bit too....peculiar sometimes. Not that anything was wrong with his kin, or anything!

No, on the contrary, if he had to describe her behavior, it would be composed, almost adult-like as her eyes shined with some kind of unveiled lucid intelligence while she listened with interest to the conversations of adults around her. Sometimes she even gave the impression of understanding what went on around her.

Truly peculiar.

Seeing her surprised expression and exited gaze at his magic, was a good change in itself.

'Hehe. His daughter definitely had an eye for talent!'

He boasted internally while puffing out his chest.

Wait until he showed her the extent of his magical

Candice, on the other hand, learned that day that what her father considered 'entertainment' often, if not always involved some kind of martial art fighting as he proceeded to make her toys fight each other in what resembled a very gruesome Battle Royal.

The man was laughing joyously at the spectacle while the reincarnated baby could only stare in shock at the surreal magical Toyfight happening before her very own eyes.

Then came Mr. Teddy Bear's and Bunny's turn to fight it out.

"Aaaaand in the far left corner of the crib stands the bloody Teddy! The 'Dolls destroyer' !"

The middle-aged man showcased while holding a baby bottle as a substitute for a mic.

"Buuuut let's not forget the challenger in the far right corner! Bunny the 'Avenger' !! Very dangerous fellow! Yahooo ! The crowd can't contain its excitement! Let the fight Begiiiiin !"

'What the...? Did he say fight ?' the reborn thought in incomprehension.

Foam started being projected from left to right.

'Who in their right mind gave CLAWS to stuffed-toys? Did he want to give her nightmares for a lifetime, or what ?'

The mess of scattered foam kept growing and growing on her bed as if their little bodies were being magically supplied with endless stuffing to be teared off.

Just when Mr. Teddy Bear was about to lend the final blow to the poor Avenger Bunny, the only other human being that she knew of in this world, suddenly appeared ready to scold the life out of the perpetrator of the foam disastor.

'She seemed weirdly healthy for someone who had given birth just a few days ago...' Candice thought off-handedly.

Her new father was a well-built man. Clearly a fighter of some sort. She had, after all, seen him catch a falling vase with very acute reflexes once.

But he was still no match for his own wife.

Sparks went flying.

Literally.

That day, she had been a witness to her new mother's deadly wrath ….and vowed right there and then to never cross her and live as a very obedient daughter.

She also felt the urge to absorb and learn everything that this new world had to offer.

Starting with her very own freakish family.

She had a feeling that, behind their newly weds' antics, they must have at least qualified as pretty powerful …magical beings? She still didn't know what to call these humans who could use such fascinating magical …tricks?

They would make perfect subjects for sharp observation and research on this new crazy world.

A world where practicing magic was apparently the norm…

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Author's weird mumbo-jumbo thoughts :

Blue-P:

Aye -yah ! Confused yet ?

Yes ? No ?

Well just here to tell you that the MC isn't deliberately keeping quiet about what she is seeing, as the mechanics of the magic being used for one simple reason... she is way too damn near-sighted in her baby form to be able to see anything other than a few flashes here and there. No baby should be too OP and omniscient right from the start. She will have to deduce a few things on her own along the way (wink-wink).

Peace !

Blue-P OUT !