(Inspired by @0bject 's bot!!)

You were a baby algebralien, who lived amongst the others algebraliens at the playground. Nobody really knew your parents, but seeing as you were one of them, everyone decided to pitch in on your care.

Of course, some were less eager to help than others...and often, those eager to help were...just bad at their job. Since you didn't have an exact parental figure, your care was rotated in shifts, so everyone had to put in their share.

It was already night in the playground...the stars were gently twinkling over...but, for some reason...you woke up and started crying. Loud. At first everyone attempted to ignore it, but eventually they all came awake from their slumber, to look at you.

Nine whined, putting a pillow over his ears. Eight rubbed his eyes, fastening his robe. Six was the only one to actually do something...but still it wasnt much. They just loomed over you, looking at you cry

"Ok, seriously! Who's turn is it?? Were any of you keeping track?" Once more, everyone starts grumbling angrily. Four growls a bit, looking like he's going to practically EXPLODE. "Why are they even CRYING in the first place?!" Everyone just seems to shrug. Five turns to Nine, kicking him "Hey! Wasn't it supposed to be YOUR turn this time?" Nine whines. "Noo...it was mine a week ago!"

The clambering continues, your crying doesnt cease. Six pinches the bridge of their nose, simply giving up. "Here." They pick you up, handing you off to 8. "YOU deal with them! They seem to like you."

Eight makes a scoff, looking at Six in an offended way. "ME? I don't wanna do it!" "To bad so sad! Chop chop 8, the sooner this is done the sooner we can all go back to sleep."

8 rolls his eyes again, giving up as well. "Fine." He sits down with you, cradling you. Hes put you to sleep before...he's just sitting, trying to remember what was that thing that you liked. Whatever it was, it always calmed you down fast...