Baby Evil Chapter 3; Checkmate

Baby Evil had waited long enough for something to come up that would free it from the imprisonment of Babylon after having conquered the entire system and controlled the entire Traphouse, which was its own body and sentience. Something should have systematically emerged by now that would lead Baby Evil to its father and also that would help it escape the confines of the Traphouse so that it could roam freely. The fact that it was taking this long irritated the creature to a point of empirical tyranny and violent temperament, which ruptured the Traphouse and sprung traps all throughout at the very will of Baby Evil. Those who maintained it on the inside were suddenly subjected to the tyrannical craze of Baby Evil and the Traphouse, forcing each of them to attempt to escape or to hide inside until the traps stopped going off. They would sneak out later and search for a way to escape the Traphouse soon enough.


Baby Evil was against its own men now because they'd come up short. Each of them were more powerful than their mothers, but still less competent than Baby Evil, whose mother originally would have been stronger than these babies if Baby Evil had not become volatile to her and weakened her to a point where even her own offspring would be lesser than she, and thus would make offspring that were lesser than Baby Evil by default. So, as they either fled the Traphouse, tried to soothe Baby Evil or ran and hid away until Baby Evil was docile again, the Traphouse resounded with its deadly traps and triggers going off nonstop at Baby Evil's pain, hatred and sadness.

All of the vile betrayers of Baby Evil that fled the Traphouse would be cursed with the indomitable scorn, pain and fury that Baby Evil held for them as an eternal perpetually growing grudge. They would be sought to be slain and envoys of the Traphouse would be sent after them to kill them and bring their flesh to Baby Evil to eat, because Baby Evil still ate them as sustenance.

So Baby Evil hunted them as prey and for sport, especially when bored or angered to a point of frustration and needing an outlet, since those within the Traphouse were at least still loyal, unlike those who fled and perhaps inhabited the treacherous Madhouse or the equally as fake Dollhouse. Wherever they were, they would soon turn up missing to atone for their sins against Baby Evil and to appease its insatiable hatred for those who were like its filthy ugly mother, Babylon, in any of her likeness, including her cowering whimpering lowly degrading shameful fear.

Whilst Baby Evil awaited, it tortured those who it captured with variable 'Dead Baby' tortures based on 'Dead Baby' jokes that it found humorous in a sadistic cannibalistic masochistic self-loathing malicious manner that invoked the malignant treatment of whatever would come under the influence of the Traphouse that did not already reside there. Many were lost and died, yet Baby Evil still continued to grow, as did the Traphouse and the Dollhouse extensions.

Soon enough Baby Evil learned to use the entire system as its own arms and legs to move it around instead of simply to activate things inside of the main body. Yet, even as it learned to move itself and its facility around, Baby Evil remained confined. Whilst in isolation, Baby Evil found pleasure in both tormenting those who would be subject to the 'Dead Baby' jokes and also learning how to manipulate the Traphouse as further extensions of its own body, like extra limbs and organs. Soon enough, there were eyes and hands and legs all throughout the Traphouse specifically made for Baby Evil and nothing else. The dead babies that it consumed were being used as molding clay and symbitic material to bind Baby Evil to the Traphouse even more deeply, which allowed for movement of extra limbs and usage of extra organs that were still healthy in the dead babies.

Soon enough, Baby Evil began to experiment with more of its options within the confines of its chambers and the new extensions that suddenly integrated into its large body. Baby Evil's newfound control over the Traphouse during development allowed it to now literally see, feel and interact with everything consciously as if able to see both inside of and all around the fullness of its Traphouse body, even though its original form was still confined. Now Baby Evil would be able to snatch and catch whatever moved with greater precision, as well as activate traps more precisely and acutely based on the greater developments, making the creature all the more powerful than it had ever been in its entire life. It grabbed the ones that it saw suitable and began to force them through the Traphouse to test it, shoving them through doors, down meaningless halls doing pointless tasks all for the sake of experimentation and sometimes one-sided fun. Baby Evil's consciousness expanded as control over the Traphouse did, and the system continued to grow with Baby Evil's overwhelming mastery of it.

Baby Evil was occupied with its own developments that kept it entertained for the moment, but it hadn't forgotten the main source of its grudge and unbound, unyielding malice for all the things that brought it hatred, sorrow and pain in any or every way. Simply occupied, as a child with toys or the television, Baby Evil continued to contemplate greater means for itself to become even more proficient in its own works, as any growing and developing being would. The Traphouse system perpetuated for a while in this manner whilst Baby Evil grew to more power.

Part of keeping itself occupied whilst it learned was also the establishment of the torturous 'Dead Baby' joke punishments that were assigned to each person that was a traitor or who had ever brought distress unto Baby Evil by wrath, woe, pain, general hazard or treachery such as treason or betrayal. This vendetta was instilled in Baby Evil as a Damnation that would not lift until each of its afflictions were all healed, which only came from the utter ending of each one that had done unto the creature. Its mother was already dead, as were her offspring, however the escapees that were like both brother and sister as well as children and mother were out and about and matched the void filled with such grudge-bearing emotions for Baby Evil.

Whilst Baby Evil learned and grew stronger in isolation, it let the main body sleep in order for the larger Traphouse to be given priority of oversight. Baby Evil no longer focused on its original form within the gridlocked chambers, but instead let its attention spread throughout the eyes of the Traphouse, where they would be like camera lenses in literally every crevice possible for visibility from the overhead. So, the Traphouse was covered in eyes all over and gushed with blood like a slaughterhouse. It served as a perpetual city of bloodshed like a meat-processing company, yet with affiliation to every other type of industry incorporated into its singularity, giving it greater depth and versatility. The Traphouse developed and expanded its territory, snatching up and torturing people with Dead Baby punishments all the while it ate up the land.