The Baby Cry and the Unwanted Momma Treatment

I. A Crying Baby and No Escape

Ahmed sat in the corner of what could only be described as a strange, depressing room—a room that smelled of lavender and too many books. This was now his new home. His hands were clutched to his knees, his face an absolute mess of frustration, covered in dirt and tears from his failed escape attempt earlier.

The system's voice echoed in his mind with its usual smug tone:

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST, ACCEPT YOUR NEW FORM. THERE IS NO GOING BACK TO YOUR OLD BODY.]

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: HOST MUST EMBRACE HIS FATE.]😈

"Fate?!" Ahmed yelled out loud, staring at the ceiling with his eyes filled with rage. "This isn't fate! This is a nightmare! Who even asked for this?!"

But no matter how much he yelled, the system just didn't care. It felt like being locked inside an emotional cage. There was no going back, and now Ahmed was stuck in the body of a 12-year-old—with no say in the matter. He glanced at the mirror in the corner, his reflection a pale, young version of himself—no beard, no dignity. Just a kid who looked like he hadn't seen the sun in weeks.

The laughing of the system echoed in his skull again. It was as if the system was just waiting for his next breakdown.

[SYSTEM ALERT: SYSTEM IS SIMPLY FULFILLING ITS ROLE. HOST SHOULD RELAX AND EMBRACE THE CHANGE.]😈

"Relax?! Relax?! The system is absolutely insane!" Ahmed shouted, pounding his fist on the floor. "You don't even know what you've done to me! You've taken everything from me—my life, my dignity, my old body, my sanity! I was fine! I was living my normal life! And now look at me! I'm some kid in a messed-up orphanage! Why me?! WHY?!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, and before he could stop it, a soft sob slipped out, followed by more.

"Why am I crying?" Ahmed thought, in utter disbelief. "I don't cry. I never cry. This is a set-up. A cruel joke."

But, as if the universe had decided to rub salt into the wound, there was Laressa, standing at the door, with a faintly smug expression on her face.

"Are you done throwing your tantrum, sweetie?" she asked, her voice dripping with that unwanted motherly tone. "Oh, you poor thing. It's okay. Momma's here now."

Ahmed's blood boiled as Laressa walked into the room, her heels clicking against the floor in a way that felt like an interrogation. But to his absolute horror, Laressa reached down, placing a hand on his shoulder in that weirdly affectionate way that made Ahmed want to scream.

"You've had a rough day, haven't you, darling? I know it must be hard adjusting to your new life. Don't worry. Momma will make everything better."

Ahmed's heart dropped. "Momma? MOMMA?!"🤬

His eyes went wide. "Are you kidding me? What the heck are you talking about? You're not my mother, lady!" He tried to shove her hand off his shoulder, but it was like she had glued it there. The more he tried to shake it off, the more she leaned in, making the entire moment feel like some bizarre horror movie.

"Oh, sweetie. It's okay to cry," Laressa said, smiling in that creepy way. "You're going to be okay. Momma Laressa knows what's best for you."

Ahmed, on the verge of breaking down, stared at her and then burst out laughing. "This is unreal. Unreal! What is this, a prank? I swear if this is one of those weird dreams I'm having, I'll never eat a tuna sandwich again in my life!"

But no, it wasn't a dream. This was real.

The system, once again, didn't help. In fact, it found this whole thing hilarious.🤣

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST IS EMBRACING THE BABY-TANTRUM STAGE OF HIS JOURNEY. IT IS RECOMMENDED TO LET HOST EXPERIENCE IT FULLY.]🤖😈

"Embrace it? EMBRACE IT?!" Ahmed screamed, his fists shaking with rage. "*Who told you that I wanted this?! I don't need your stupid system to tell me what to do! I don't want a mom! I don't want a weird orphanage! I want to go back to my life! I want my beard! I want my solitaire games at the maqha! I want to be an adult, not some baby!**"

But the more he screamed, the more the tears flowed. At this point, there was no dignity left. He was full-on sobbing like a baby, and he couldn't even stop it.

And Laressa? She just stood there, smiling that smile of hers that was equal parts patronizing and genuinely creepy.

"There, there," Laressa said, her voice now unnervingly gentle. "Just let it all out, darling. Momma will take care of you."

Ahmed's mind, in that moment, went completely blank. He felt like he was trapped in some twisted reality where every ounce of his manhood had been drained, and now he was just a helpless kid at the mercy of a madwoman.

"This is not how this was supposed to go," he thought, choking back his sobs. "I was supposed to be pranking people, racking up points, and getting stronger! Not... this!"

But the system wasn't done torturing him yet. It just kept piping in with its annoying voice:

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST, GOOD JOB. YOU'VE EARNED 5 POINTS FOR YOUR EMOTIONAL OUTBURST.]🤡

"5 POINTS?* 5 POINTS?!*" Ahmed screamed, his face now a bright red from the emotional exhaustion. "I cry like a baby, get mocked by a creepy orphanage lady, and I get 5 POINTS?!"

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: HOST IS CLEARLY LEARNING THE VALUE OF EMOTIONS.]🤡

"Shut up!" Ahmed screamed, collapsing face-first onto the floor in absolute despair. "This isn't fair!"😡

Laressa, completely oblivious to Ahmed's turmoil, simply bent down and placed a hand on his back in what she believed was a comforting gesture. "Don't worry, darling. Momma Laressa is here. You're going to be just fine. Everything will be okay."

II. Ahmed's Next Step

As the tears slowly dried on his face, Ahmed realized something. He was going to get through this—not because of some mysterious system, or some creepy woman pretending to be a mother—but because he had to. He had to find a way out of this mess, and he would do anything to escape.

But for now, the system and Laressa had him trapped.

And so, with a final defeated sigh, Ahmed accepted that, for the moment, he had no choice.

"Fine, Laressa . You win," he mumbled under his breath.

But deep down, Ahmed swore he would find a way to turn this around.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST IS BEGINNING TO ACCEPT HIS NEW ROLE IN THE STORY. NEXT STEP: LET'S SEE HOW LONG HE CAN SURVIVE WITH MOMMA LARESSA.]🤡

Epilogue: Cry Baby's First Day at "Momma's"Ahmed's crying session was the first of many.Laressa is still somehow more annoying than ever.The system is enjoying every bit of Ahmed's suffering.

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