Firefly Ravine They call you cry baby

The dark blob had grown tired of the floating around in wherever she was, and was desperate to leave this place immediately. In a sack of blubber and ewwie things that was actually quite comfortable and warm, she followed her sibling out of the creature where they have spent their first cellgrowings. She came in a world of darkness, of cold, of wet and all things that were ewwie. She didn't move, stayed practically still a few moments after being out of that damp hole of ewwie, shocked by the fact that here everything was solid. 

For the first few moments of her life, she couldn't breath, and in a desperate attempt to breath, she started wiggling, moving, as if to say to whatever had birthed her; HEY, I'M ALIVE, A LITTLE AIR WOULD BE NICE. As if the gods had heard her, she was released from the sack surrounding her tiny blobby body by a soft, wet thing and warm thingymedingys. As soon as she could breath, she started squirming, screeching, crying. It was cold here, if she even knew what that was. All she could say, it wasn't pleasant at all. The ewwie things were gone, but now she wished for them to come back, terrified of the thingymedingy that was cleaning her. I WANT BACK IN, LET ME BACK IN! She wanted to shout, but all that came was more crying as she got shoved to a warmer place.

Something inside her told her to open her mouth and suck, while this was no porn. She listened to the feeling in her gut, nibbling on the thingy of the thingymedingys, and was rewarded by a nice, warm liquid. She babbled in delight and forgot about her ewwie place in the thingymedingy. She barely noticed she wasn't alone as the liquid filled her to the brim, and with a loud babble noise, she let go. She found enjoyment in the thing that gave her the sweet liquid, and with the thing still in her mouth, she drifted away with babble noises into more darkness.