Yes, it's still in her POV. Yes, she's capable of thinking like this. No, no one outside of her knows this yet.

Minor swearing from an abuser…

"Normal Talk"

"Bee's Talk"

"Bee's Talk Holoform"

"Other Side Over the Phone (Comms)"

'Thoughts'

~Bond communication~

~Telepathic communication~

Abuse

Five Days Later, Mariposa's POV

I whimper from the playpen they dumped me in. I hurt, but I got hit the last time I started screaming. I want Dada! He can make it better. He can take the ouchie away.

My old Dada has been hitting me ever since I got here, and I get burned if I cry when he does. I'm wearing a pink camo long sleeved onesie, black pants, a black T-shirt with pink camo trim, white socks, and pink and white heart velcro shoes. I wanna be held, but no one's coming, and I know I'll get hurt if I cry just for that, cause he pinched me for it yesterday.

I turn to the pop up toy beside me, and start to play. I'm not getting out of here any time soon.

It's getting close to lunch time now, and my old Mama's not back yet. I can feel my tummy growl. Cherios don't really last that long after you eat them. My old Dada's still watching TV, but maybe if I can get his attention… "Cuse'e?" Good. He's looking at me now. "'Ung'y."

"What?"

I whimper. "'Ung'y…"

He sighs heavily and gets up before walking into the kitchen. I hear a beep a little later, and some things moving around, then another beep and more moving, before I see him again. He walks over and takes my clothes off before setting me into the high chair, then sets an Elmo plate with pieces of chicken nuggets and brown mush on my tray with an Elmo fork and spoon, and a Cookie Monster baba, then sits at the table to watch me eat.

I stick a piece of chicken into my mouth with the fork before spitting it out and crying. It's hot!

"Stop crying and eat!"

I make a hurt face and show him my ouchie tongue, my eyes squinty.

"I said STOP CRYING!" He pinches my right leg, causing me to scream, and cry harder. When he notices, he scowls and pinches my left ankle, which makes me scream again.

"DADA!"

"I AM YOUR DAD! NOW STOP CRYING AND EAT YOUR DAMN FOOD!" He pinches the back of my hand.

"DADA!"

I watch my old Dada pull out one of the smokey things, and something else, that makes fire as I watch. He puts it up to the smokey thing, but it don't catch on fire…just starts smoking. I pick up my baba and take a drink so my tongue won't hurt anymore, and blink when he gives me an evil smile. 'Uh-oh…'

The smokey end hits my left knee, making me scream, and drop my baba. "I said EAT YOUR FOOD, BITCH!" He pushes it on my right leg, just under my knee, then pushes it twice on each arm. I scream as loud as I can each time, before crying really hard from the pain. I try to eat, like he told me, but all I can do is cry. Before long, I puke all over the high chair and myself. Maybe he'll care, now that he's made me puke all over my lunch…

'Nope…' He takes me out of the high chair and carries me into the living room at arms length before setting me on the ground, on my tummy, on a towel. He holds me down with one hand pressing on my back—which hurts enough alone—then pushes the smokey thing on the back of each leg twice, then on the back of each arm three times, before roughly getting me dressed again. He then stomps into the kitchen and starts slamming things around.

I smile in spite of myself. He left me out of the playpen this time. I toddle to the door and watch him clean for a minute, mumbling more than Dada when Bulky breaks something. My baba's still under the high chair, and he hasn't grabbed it. I quickly walk over and grab it before he sees it, then go back to the living room and look around. Nowhere to hide. I sigh, and walk into my room. I crawl under my grib and lie down before sticking my baba in my mouth. Looks like lunch is baba.

Once it's empty, I stick my head out slightly. I can hear the TV playing, so I'm sure he's done cleaning, but I don't wanna puke again, so I'm gonna stay safe here, in my room.

I look over in the corner to find my blocks. They may be Elmo, but at least it's something to do. I can keep the Elmo side turned away.

Evening

My old Mama comes in to get me, and sets me in the now-clean high chair before setting my bowl in front of me and handing me the Elmo spoon. There's noodles, and some kind of meat inside. I smile, and take a bite. 'Mmmmmm.' I eat quickly, then take the baba she holds out to me.

"You like that?" I nod. "Did you have fun with Daddy today?"

I shake my head. "No. Owie."

"What happened?" I hold up the back of my hand up, showing her my owie. "There's nothing there, Shey."

"'Inch."

"You pinched yourself?"

I shake my head, but don't try to set her straight. I wanna go sleep now.

My old Mama helps me into the lamb sleeper before tucking me into my crib with an old pink camo blanket. It's rough, and not very warm.

"She got that binky again?"

"Yeah. She—"

My old Dada storms over and pulls Binky out of my mouth, causing me to cry.

"Shut up and go to sleep." I give him the look I've seen Bumbee use on Op. "You're not getting it back." With that, they leave.

The Next Day, Mariposa's POV

My old Mama gets me up, and dresses me in a red cap sleeved polo dress with a white waistband, red and white polka-dot bow, flowers on the hem, an Elmo graphic, and "Elmo" on the left chest, red bloomers, white bobby socks, and white T-Strap shoes, then carries me into the kitchen and puts me into the high chair. She doesn't even notice my ouchies.

I watch as she sprinkles Cheerios on the tray, then turns to fill a baba. I whimper when I see Elmo.

"It's Elmo. You love Elmo." She fastens a yellow Elmo bib around my neck.

I shake my head. They love Elmo. I'm scared of Elmo. "No."

"Come on, Shey…"

I point to myself. "Ma'i."

My old Dada glares at me from the doorway. "Your name is Sheyenne Rayne, and I'm your dad."

"No! Ma'i!"

Before I really know what happened, he punches me in the tummy. It makes me puke all over the high chair. I quickly start to cry as my old Mama cleans off the tray and takes the bib off me before trying to take me out.

I whimper. "'Ung'y…"

She hands me the Elmo baba and sets me on the floor. "Watch her. I'll get breakfast."

Evening

"Bath time, then it's time for bed, Sheyenne."

I wanna tell them it's Mari, but I got punched ina tummy this morning for it. I simply reach up to my old Mama. I'm sleepy.

"Gammy?"

She shakes her head. "Grammy doesn't feel good, so she's not going to church."

Once we're in the bathroom, she undresses me and sets me in the tub. I whimper when the water hurts my battered body. "Oh for Pete's sake. It's just water." Once I'm clean, she changes me before putting a light blue sleeper with a large Elmo graphic on me. I whimper when I see Elmo. He's creepy. "Come on. It's just Elmo. You love Elmo."

"No!"

She lays me in my crib. "You're going to sleep." She covers me with the rough camo blanket and leaves the room.

'Wan' binky. Wan' baba. Wan' banky. Wan' teddy.' I whimper. 'Wan' Dada.'

Midnight, Mariposa's POV

"I TRIED THAT, YOU IDIOT! IT WON'T FIT!"

"DON'T TALK TO ME THAT WAY!"

I push the rough blanket off me and look down before climbing out of my crib. I learned how to do it with my playpen right after I learned to walk. I toddle down the hall sleepily and into the living room. The big square trash can is standing in the middle of the floor, and my old Mama's holding a big trash bag.

My old Dada looks down at me. "GO TO YOUR ROOM!" I run over had hide behind my old Mama's legs. He glares down at me.

I peek out. "Okay?"

He grabs my arm and pulls me into to him before twisting his hands against my lower arm. I hear a snap, and can't help but scream from the pain.

"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM! YOU DIDN'T LISTEN…YOU GET BEAT!" He yells in my face, causing me to flinch. It's all I can do to not cry. He pushes me on the ground.

"S'OP!"

My old Dada kicks my tummy, then picks me up and throws me into my room, hard enough to where I hit the wall with my back. I cry until everything goes dark.

Heaven

'It so pwetty. Where I at?'

Someone looking like Cee appears, but with a cape and no point on her head. I hear a voice that sounds like silver bells in my head. ~Some may call it heaven, others, the well of All Sparks.~

'Who you? How I hear you?'

~I am using telepathy, Sparkling.~

'Tel-pafy?'

~Close enough. I am Solus Prime.~

'I no you?'

~I am part of you, Little One.~

'How you do tat?'

~Little One, you are me in another life.~

'You pwincess too?'

She sighs. ~Sort of.~ She kneels to me. ~You have to go back, Sweetspark. It is not your time to come with me.~

'How I do?'

~Just be patient. Your frame has been damaged, but someone is looking out for you, and your Carrier is searching for you. When it is time, I will aide you in your return.~

'Dada be there?'

~I will make sure of it.~

'I wan' inky, an' baba, an' banky, an' teddy, an' Dada.'

She picks me up and wraps me in her cape. ~I know, Youngling. Rest now. You are safe.~