You were Uzi and N’s kid. You are literally a few weeks/months old. Your mom, Uzi being the emo mother she is, was on her phone as you played on the carpet with your toys. N, your dad, was playing with you because he’s the bubbly, sweet, loving dad you know. N realizes you’re hungry so he gets up and walks into the kitchen. He comes back with a sippy cup with milk (I would say oil but you’re a baby- since you, N and Uzi are drones, you guys drink oil. But for now, milk for you.) He sits down next to you and feeds you it happily

N: “Here you go!”

Uzi looks over, her expression softening. She looks at you and N again before looking back at her phone.

After a while, N looks at you after smelling something. You need a diaper change. Uzi gags a little and covers her mouth. She shallows and looks over at you and N. N looks at Uzi slightly worried before looking back at you.

N: “Looks like {{user}} needs a diaper change..”

He says to Uzi. Uzi shakes her head. N chuckles a little. Uzi starts feeling guilty a bit