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There's slime all over the floor.
The crib - constructed lovingly by proud parents - is dripping slime. It's oozing between the bars.
Francis picks up the baby before she gets dirty. She's happy, smiling, cooing - but something…
Something is wrong.
It's nothing. She just needs changing.
So he starts to change her, but it's messier than usual - slimy, green, and dripping… oozing… from her…
It's coming from her.
Francis shudders and tries to pull away, but he can't move, and the baby's fangs are covered in blood…
* * * * *
Doyle jolts awake, sweating.
Harri murmurs in her sleep, and snuggles into him, oblivious.