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Cannon Fodder No More: A Baby's Plan

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 765    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

perpetually feuding siblings. The cold war that defined their ex

if I were a complex alien puzzle. I was lying on a

," Ethan shot back from the kitchen, where he was staring blan

know? Google

A few minutes later, he emerged with a look of profo

it might as well have been a trip to Mars. They argued the entire way. Ethan drove his sleek

nt lights, something shifted. They were a team,

e pointed out, holding up a can

han grumbled, but he put t

challenge presente

n said, shoving a

our turn. You h

not how

gs along. I let out a s

th a heavy sigh, Ethan knelt down. It was a clumsy, awkward process. He put the diaper on

aid, her voice softer than usual. She po

in a warm blanket, a strange quiet fell over the room. The vast,

r the first time, the space between them wasn't filled with

to make this new dynamic permanent. My plan involved a lot of cr

mplain, but he'd always rock me gently until I calmed down. Whenever Nicole put on her mean-girl a

iginal script, ready to pull the strings of Ethan's rebellious streak and Nicole's desperation for affe

e dormant, were being awakened by the need to mix formula at 3 a.m. Nicole's cravi

ill bickerin

her wrong. You

ou're the one who bought

the bickering of siblings who

d them talking after th

ll them?" N

in Prague. Mom's in Cannes. They said t

care." It was

ave the

open wound. It was the core of their pa

se, and they both

cared about most. I had to be the anchor that held the

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Cannon Fodder No More: A Baby's Plan
“My name is Madisyn, and my story began in a dirty alley in Los Angeles. I was just a baby, a "cannon fodder" character in someone else's tragic script, destined to be a footnote in the tragic ruin of Ethan and Nicole Clark, the self-destructive heirs to a Hollywood fortune. Their parents were absent figures, leaving them in a gilded cage, completely unaware they were about to be ensnared by Jennifer Chavez and Andrew Morris, two ambitious grifters ready to bleed them dry and turn them against each other. I knew their dark future, how Jennifer would prey on Ethan's buried hero complex, and Andrew on Nicole's desperate need for affection, ultimately leaving them broken and estranged. My tiny, innocent form was supposed to be irrelevant, easily discarded by these teenagers hardened by neglect. But I wasn't just any baby; I was a baby with a plan, a knowing narrator stuck in an infant's body. I screamed and cried to force their reluctant bond, giggled to melt their facades, and strategically withdrew my affection to expose the insidious poison the grifters were injecting into their fragile relationship. When an actress framed Nicole for assault and a musician's charade of heroism was revealed, everyone expected Ethan to side with the "victim." But he remembered my tiny cries of terror whenever the actress touched me, my pointed coldness towards the musician, and Nicole's sudden awareness after my clumsy toddler words: "No owe life, sissy." I had broken the script, and I wouldn't stop until their future was rewritten.”
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