Typewriter strikes again
 

Nicky frowned as she looked at her best friend Jenifer ''We're pathetic now aren't we ?'' Nicky questioned as once they finally had regrown after the Camera situation they haven't been able to take risks in this cursed town in fear of being affected worse and whenever someone vanished or something strange happened with people acting strange they bolt right out of their no matter the trouble they'll get into later even just rumors will set them off '' And worst of all that Camera shown up again... Shouldn't we take it and hide it?'' Nicky knows there moms keeps diapers on hand oddly now claiming its a matter of time till they fear wet given how scared they often get over what their mothers claim is nothing

Jenifer pouted even though they were allowed to “grow up” jenifer had never reclaimed her height or figure she had grown to five foot nothing and stayed that way it sucked. “Yeah but it’s better than being in diapers again” she said pouting “I’m not going near that camera if my life depends on it” she said crossing her arms

''Well I was thinking we should start recording all this towns madness as a warning to new comers to the town ''Nicky started having much like her friend stuck at a short height needing her moms help for all kinds of things like her friend is bound to be'' I mean do you want to let others get affected?'' Unknown to them their life will get screwed over again do to even just one wanting to do something noble but atleast they won't be turned to real babys again atleast that's the best case scenerio

Jennifer frowned “that might be fun then we can help warm people away from this hell hole” she said crossing her arms with a big grin “how do we start?” She asked curiously

''Well we both have maybe afew dozen what must be factual storys and advents that has happened in this hellmouth ''Of course Nicky would reference this place as a entrance to hell with all the crazy shit that has went on it makes sense to call it that'' But we need something to be professional about this ...So we have a chance of getting it published thus we need a typewriter and someone is selling a old one cheap... One of our former friends''By a former friend meaning someone who was a friend years ago but is now a adult while they're just now their former age from way back then

“Well let’s go” she smiled they left to go visit the adult girl to their surprise she was holding a small wimpy looking girl even compared to the two of them wearing a bulging diaper and sucking a pacifier. She looked familiar.

Their was a near instant recoil from Nicky at the sight wondering if they landed in a trap or no insanity of this place all from the sight of who the girl held in their form friends arm before she cringed ''That was our bully and hers...If I'm not mistaken'' Nicky thought as she forked over the money for the typewriter and grabbed her friend wanting away from the situation as its making her twitchy

The little girl in their former friends arms glared at them fussing flailing her pathetically weak arms tears of frustration in her eyes as she loudly wet her diaper. Jennifer recognized the girl too and they got the typewriter and ran. “ do you know who that was?” She asked shocked and a bit scared.

''Ours and our former friends bully . Can't place her name'' Nicky doesn't really care to recall the name but she had a feeling the little girl might have been trying to warn them of something that or just wanting to try bully them again as they are known around as scared whimps


Ginger herself frowned at Sally not for wetting but for possibly trying to warn someone of the typewriter ...for that Ginger gave a warning swat to Sally before setting her in a big bouncer right before removing the pacifier … Wondering if Sally feels like behaving today or being the average bad baby ...the only likely reprieve Sally has and not nearly as much fear is the typewriter can't be used on her anymore by Ginger

Jennifer sighed “well atleast we got out of there let’s get this thing home” she said excitedly as the two girls Rama’s fast as their short legs would take them.

Sally whined “nodda baby” she said crossing her arms stubbornly andpoyting as she bounced up and down: