Chapter Seventeen: Baby of Mine
Glancing around, he saw a pair of tails sticking up from behind a flat square rock with a shiny top. "Hello, I smell you," Chomper said in leaf-eater, assuming they were pray by their scent.
"No one's here." Said the voice of a male, followed by a slap.
"Now you've done it, you blew our cover."
"It was an accident, it's not every day a tyrannosaurs rex barges into our home, sings a song, and speaks in the herbivory language. Besides, he recognized Charity, he has to be the one."
Chomper walked closer and found a pair of rainbow faces cowering together, a male and female to be exact. "Excuse, me, I hate to be rude, but who are you and how is it you know my mother?"
"It is him." The female said, eyes changing from worry to tenderness. "He's finally come back."
"Should we tell him the truth?" The male questioned the female, clearing being the second to her first.
"Well, it'd be telling, yet we owe him some explanation." The female rose and looked up to Chomper, wearing a white thing of fur over her body. "Right, my name is Nancy and this fool is my husband, Jonathan."
"Hello, how are you? Not hungry I hope." Jonathan said, crawling out to stand by Nancy. "H-how did you find us? Most of your kind, dwell on the far land, across the ocean, not here."
"Well, I swam here, for my mother told me to come to the Unknown, for the answers I sought." Chomper studied the pair, finding they were very odd, Nancy having a set of round things perched on her nose, while Jonathan held a square thing and stick-like item in his right hand. "What exactly are you two doing in a such strange home and wearing those odd things?"
"Well, if you saw our real forms, you'd have a stroke and die," Nancy said, fixing her circular objects. "We remain in the bodies of dinosaurs, or umm, plant-eaters as your kind call them."
Jonathan walked closer to Chomper, inspecting him, making Chomper a bit uneasy. Still, he was on their turf and had to be respectful to his hosts. Pocking Chomper with the stick-thing, Jonathan clicked its one end, scribbling on the white leaf. "I can't believe I didn't recognize him at first glance. Incredible, he certainly stands out from the rest, does he not Nancy?"
"Of course, we designed him to, dear."
"Designed me too?" Chomper wondered, confused and trying to keep up.
"Yes, you see…There's no easy way to tell you this but." With a pause, Jonathan took a deep breath. "We're your real parents," Jonathan stated boldly, seeing Chomper grow pale in the face, not expecting that.
"B-but you can't be, y-you're rainbow faces, I'm a sharptooth? That's impossible, I can't believe it, accept that as an answer. There has to be another explanation for me being this way?"
"Somethings you see with your eyes, others you must put faith in. Here, look at your DNA compared to that of a regular tyran- umm, sharptooth." Pulling up a see-through screen, her fingers tapped and revealed strange shapes, both very different. "Now, yours is on the right, while that of a sharptooth is on the left. Notice how they are far from the same. Yet when yours is matched to ours." Another square pooped up, matching the middle one, his gens. "The same, we are one of a kind compared to any creature on this planet. You were created by us."
"N-no, no, that can't be." Chomper trembled where he stood, finding it difficult, to imagine his parents weren't his true parents. Eyes glassy, Chomper slumped down and shook his head. "It just can't be. What am I, what does that make me? This leads to only more questions than answers."
"Nancy and I are sky-beings, we know this isn't easy for you-" Jonathan started.
"You're right this isn't, it's impossible to comprehend. All my life, I've thought there was something wrong with me, felt like some freak in comparison to my parents and other sharpteeth. You have no idea how hard it was, none!" Chomper yelled, tears running down his face. "The only time I felt normal like I belonged was when I met her…Ruby." He trailed off. "This was a waste of time, I wished I'd never come here. It's better wondering than knowing the truth. Ruby was right, all along, just as she always is."
Just as Chomper was about to leave when he heard Nancy hum, recognizing the tune from when he was a hatchling., always assuming Charity was the one who created it. In truth, it actually came from the sky-beings.
Nancy:
"Baby mine, don't you cry,
Baby mine, dry your eyes,
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine,
Jonathan:
"Little one, when you play,
Don't you mind, what they say,
Let those eyes, sparkle, and shin,
Never a tear, baby of mine,
Both:
"If they knew sweet little you,
They'd end up loving you too,
All those same, dinosaurs who scold you,
What they'd give, just for the right to hold you,
From your head to your toes,
You're not much, goodness knows,
But you're so precious to me, cute as can be,
Baby of mine,
If they knew sweet little you,
They'd end up loving you too,
All those same, dinosaurs who scold you,
What they'd give, just for the right to hold you,
Baby mine, don't you cry,
Baby mine, dry your eyes,
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine."
It got his attention and Chomper turned to face them. The sky-beings were his true parents, or half his parents, he was a bit lost still. It was hard to wrap his head around, to think they were hiss folks instead of the ones he knew, raised, loved, and cared for him.
"Chomper, son, please don't leave us. It was hard enough letting you go the first time." Nancy spoke, her voice soft, almost sad. "There is much you need to know before you leave. You see, we may not have been there for you, but we were always watching."
"You could've helped me when I was alone after they died."
"True, but we had to go back to our real home. We couldn't take you there, it'd be too risky. If the higher-ranking sky beings knew you were created on our voyage, they'd be displeased. All of our research, everything would be put on the line." Nancy slowly went to his side, placing a hand and feeling him pull away. "There is much we should've done differently. But you had to find us on your own, learn the truth on your terms, not of ours."
Nancy drew up something Chomper never expected to see, a moving image, one of his mother. She was younger and beautiful, yet sad that her eggs rotted in the nest. "Watch and you'll understand." Chomper heard Charity's voice and was drawn to sit and watch it. It was hard to understand how all the strange stuff happened, yet one was clear, Charity longed to be a mother.