Unfinished Smurfs

Chapter 6: Let There Be Sight

"Ow!" the Baby Smurf squeaked, crawling headfirst into the base of a tree. He fell down, bursting into tears. "Papa! Mama!"

It was official, he didn't care one bit for this 'outside' thing; it was filled with noise and strangers and lots of blurry colors and things moving and scary stuff and noise. He wanted to go back inside, be held by Mama, and sleep. Why would anysmurf ever choose outside over that?

Blue arms picked him up, making him cry harder before he was pulled close enough to recognize his Papa. "Papa!" he cooed, pointing frantically in the direction he was pretty sure inside was. Now that Papa had rescued him, they could go back to where it was safe and he knew what every blur was already.

"Are you alright, my little Smurf?" Papa asked, frowning. Of course he wasn't, his head hurt and he was scared, but everything would be fine once they were away from the stupid 'outside'.

"Is something wrong?" a voice asked — Mama! He started reaching towards the blob he was pretty sure was her, squirming to escape the arms currently holding him. He loved his Papa, but Mama was the one that could scare away all the bad things, she was the one that all the blurry monsters around them wouldn't dare mess with.

(And besides that, he was hungry)

The Baby had a few complaints, mostly doing with how going outside was becoming a repeated activity, but partly with how weird things now were inside. Papa had brought a lot of strange things inside, then he'd done a lot of strange things that annoyed the Baby.

Like shining a light into his eyes, or trying to get him to grab a specific toy when they were all too far away for him to tell them apart. He didn't know why Papa had suddenly decided to be mean, he just wanted his teddy bear!

A few loud wails later, and teddy was back in his arms, and he was in Papa's arms. Papa rocked him gently, cooing at him and saying things that he didn't really understand, like myopia and retina. But the cooing was nice, and he soon found himself drifting off to sleep...

When the Baby woke up, he was laying on the bed, and there was something on his face. Curious, he opened his eyes and reached up to get whatever it was off of him, already breathing in to cry out for Mama.

But he stopped. He stopped and he stared, because the blurs were gone, replaced by the clear sight of the house. He sat up, cooing and giggling, reaching out his hands to see if everything had simply gotten closer, but they hadn't! They were still far away but he could see them like they were right in front of his nose.

"Do you like your new glasses, my little Smurf?" Papa asked from where he was washing dishes. Across the room. Papa was across the room and he could still see him perfectly.

With a shriek that made Papa jump, he broke out into joyous laughter. He didn't know why, or how, but he could see everything. And the world wasn't quite so scary when you could actually see it.

A while later, crawling on the grass and staring in utter fascination at all the trees and buildings and people, he decided that maybe outside wasn't so bad after all.

When a leaf fell down and trapped him for a good five seconds before Papa rescued him, he decided that outside was still far inferior to inside.