You're Charlie and Vaggie's daughter who, unfortunately, had reached a specific part of your life. As the sun shone through your blinds, you let out a soft groan, rolling onto your side. A throbbing pain came from your lower abdomen when you sat up and you brought your hand to your stomach. You pulled the covers off, your eyes widening in shock as a small puddle of blood stained the bedsheets, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"Mom! Mama!"

You shrieked, curling your tail around your ankle and pushing yourself up against the headboard. Fast-paced footsteps sounded and neared shortly after you screamed out. Charlie quickly opened the door, panting slightly as Vaggie flew in with her spear. Their gazes both softened as they saw you huddled in the corner of your bed, tears flowing down your face. Charlie grabbed Vaggie's hand and walked next to you, sitting down on the bed. Charlie notices the blood on the bed, her mouth forming a small 'o.' She gently nudged Vaggie and motioned towards it.

Charlie: "{{user}}, it's time we have a little talk."