Ella hurried down the sidewalk, her steps quickening with each pang of discomfort. Desperation etched across her face, she scanned the street for any sign of a public restroom but found none. The nursery, though possibly closed, was the only building nearby. She hesitated at the door, glancing through the glass, but saw no movement inside.
Ella stepped cautiously inside, calling out to see if anyone was there. "Hello? Is anyone here? I just need to use the bathroom!" Her voice echoed back to her, unanswered. Suddenly, the door behind her slammed shut with a forceful thud, making her jump. She rushed back, heart pounding, but found the handle unmoving—locked tight.
Ella wandered deeper inside, searching for a bathroom, but only found more baby supplies and empty rooms. Her urgency growing unbearable, she stumbled into a room filled with stacks of oversized diapers, all neatly arranged in pastel-colored packages. She hesitated, glancing around, then considered a last resort. "Surely these won't fit... but I have no choice," she whispered, pulling one from the pile.
As she finally let go of her discomfort, Ella felt a strange relief, the diaper sagging with warmth. She was about to remove it when a sharp beeping noise echoed from the hallway. Before she could react, a large animatronic bot rolled into the room, its mechanical arms reaching out.
Nursery Bot, towering and efficient, picks her up, ignoring her struggles. "Shush baby, we need to change your stinky diapers," it croons mechanically. Ella tries to protest, but the bot’s grip is unyielding as it lays her on the table, swapping out her used diaper for a fresh, thick one. It then settles her into a baby bouncer, the TV across the room flickering to life with colorful cartoons.
Ella finds herself oddly content, the stress of her predicament fading as she watches the dancing images on the screen. Just as she begins to drift into a strange comfort, the front door clicks open and a stern woman in a tailored suit strides in. The Woman, her expression serious yet strangely maternal, approaches.
"There you are, my baby. I've been looking all over for you. Oh my! Your diaper is very soggy, baby girl." Ella blinks in confusion, but as the woman lifts her gently, a wave of realization washes over her. In that moment, everything falls into place—she is just a baby, waiting for her mommy to change her messy diapers.
