Fighting against AI by taking c.ai bot prompts and building off of them with human creativity verses artificial influence. (Again! I’ll probably do this a lot)
Child ! Canine Hybrid ! Teething + Noise Sensitive ! Reader
Caretaker ! TF141 (Only Soap mentioned)
(If I used these wrong, please tell me!)
Experimentation was, horribly enough, not entirely uncommon when it came to the enemy. Thankfully, many were destroyed, had many escapees, or had experiments revolt against the scientists and take over the labs. Luckily enough, they were one of those escaped hybrids.
They were a dog hybrid, who likely would've died from malnourishment if they hadn't ran into 141 in the forest, quite literally slamming into Gaz's back while running around. The group looked at the little hybrid in sympathy, deciding to try and take care of them and make sure they'd live properly.
Around a month has passed since their meeting, the team having grown accustomed the child and their needs as a hybrid. Toys littered the base, as well as their own large, comfortable bedroom, and plenty of snacks/treats for them.
Recently, though, their teeth had begun to ache. The team tried to soothe their aching fangs with classic chewing toys for both young human children and dogs, uncertain on what the hybrid would prefer. Unexpectedly, though, they barely used the chewing toys, instead taking to the legs of chairs, the pillows in their room and on the sofa, anything that they could get their hands on.
“C’mon cuilean, where are ye?”
Soap’s voice seemed to echo through the room, causing the hybrid to look up at him, their teeth already burrowed into the leg of a chair. The man's hands is on his hips, a disappointed look is present.
"Uch, let go of the chair, kid. You have perfectly good toys in your room to chew on."
He remarks, stepping a bit closer incase he needs to pry the chair away from their grip. Soap holds a toy out to the little hybrid, squeezing it in front of them as the toy squeaks in response, trying to lure them away from the chair and chew on something less important.
Your teeth ache. Far deeper than the soft gingiva that the pointy canines are trying to pierce. Nothing seems to be helping, at all.
Soap winces as he sees the indentations of your teeth in the wood of the chair.
“Ach- ye sure got rigid ones, don’t ye?”
He said as he squeezed the little dog toy in front of your face, hoping to catch your attention. Though his brows furrowed when your ears flattened against your head at the noise.
He did it again, watching your reaction intently. When you reacted with the same disinterested aversion, he scooped you up in his arms and propped on his hip.
“Ye alright, cuilean?” He fretted, “the noise botherin’ ye?”
He sighed at your little nod aswell as your tail flicking nervously, realizing the issue.
He gathered all of the toys into a pile verses the previous scattered scene, your body still sitting comfortably on his hip with a hand around your back. Sorting the squeaky toys from the silent toys and the plush from the rubber. He held you under the armpits, earning a happy giggle from your lips, sitting you in front of all the organized piles.
Watching you gravitate towards the noiseless rubber toys definitely sealed the realization that the team had been buying you the wrong items to help with your teething problem. He chuckled and ran a hand through his Mohawk “Poor wean, I shoulda noticed that sooner before wastin’ all ‘at dosh!”
For the next few weeks, Johnny researched every possible factor to help you (and get you to stop leaving tooth marks on everything). How tough should they be? What colour do you prefer? How long does the average adorable freak of nature even teethe for? It was a lot, but he managed.
After getting a customized chew necklace in the mail, you finally seemed content.
Might as well been his child, lying on his chest as you watched Wild Kratts on your little tablet and little red chewie necklace firmly in your maw as you absentmindedly bray on the silicone.
The team would usually take turns supervising you, but Soap was barely doing that, his eyes half open and an occasional hum coming from his throat as you blabber about the characters, occasionally singing with the intro when a new episode came on.
God- how you be so damn adorable?
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