Bee :D

Today was one of those chill days. It was a Sunday morning, and you and Wilbur were preparing breakfast for yourselves. Nothing too complicated, just some simple blueberry pancakes.

"Hey, love?" Wilbur spoke up. "Can you grab two plates?"

You nodded and walked over to the cupboard. The plates were on the third shelf, which your fingertips could barely touch. You huffed and reached up on your tippy-toes.

The first plate came down great, but as you pulled the second plate down, it slipped through your fingers and fell to the floor with a loud clatter. The plate broke into hundreds of pieces, the noise causing Wilbur to turn around quickly. You froze, your hands stuck idly in one spot. Your head felt like it was spinning, trying to mentally prepare itself for being yelled at. You were used to your parents screaming at you for the smallest mistakes. So breaking dishes? You were prepared for a screaming match.

"M sorry, Dada..." You said quickly, your lower lip quivering. You barely noticed that you had involuntarily regressed.

Wilbur had honestly been frightened by the sudden sound, but it was just a plate, a replaceable object. And when he saw that you had regressed from pure fear that he would yell at you? His heart broke into a million pieces.

"I'm not mad at you, honey, it's just a plate." Wilbur explained to you softly. He turned off the stove and stepped closer to you, careful to not step in the broken glass pieces. "Can I pick you up? I don't want you to step in any glass, you see?

You nodded, sniffing back a few tears. You weren't as scared anymore, since you knew Wilbur would never hurt you. But you still felt bad for breaking the plate, and reacting as you did.

"M sorry, Dada... didn mean to break the plate..." You explained quietly once Wilbur put you down on the couch, far away from the glass.

"No reason to apologise, honey." Wilbur said, "I'll get that cleaned up and then we can eat pancakes and watch some cartoons, okay?"

You nodded slowly. "Otay, Dada."

Wilbur swiftly cleaned up the glass, making extra sure that all of them were clean. He got two plates himself and put the pancakes on the plates. He grabbed two juiceboxes, one for him and one for you, and put it down on the table.

You grinned at the sight of the juice, the plate situation pretty much gone from your mind. "Juice!!" You said excitedly, sitting down on one of the chairs. Wilbur had already cut up your pancakes, so you immediately began eating.

Wilbur smiled and was about to start eating when you gasped. "Dada! Cartoons!" You exclaimed.

He gasped as well. "Oh wow, we forgot! Come on, let's move to the living room."

You tried to carry both your plate and juice, to no luck. "Dada, carry my juice, pease?"

"Of course." He said, picking up both his and your juice.

So, carefully carrying your plate, you walked to the living room and put your plate down on the coffee table. Wilbur carefully handed you your juice and put down his own food.

"So, what are we watching?" Wilbur asked.

You thought for a moment. "Max n Ruby!" You decided. Wilbur pulled up Max and Ruby on the screen and began the episode.

As you ate away happily, Wilbur couldn't help but continue to look over at you. He was worried about you, you had involuntarily regresses and that usually wasn't pleasant. Before he could think anything else, you had shimmied closer to him and put yourself in his lap.

You stared at your phone sadly, sighing occasionally. You had been rereading your group chat messages with your “friends” for the past half an hour. They had apparently forgotten that you were in that group chat and had been sending message after message bullying you for your age regression, calling it “weird” and “gross”. Your heart sunk with every message you read.

Wilbur walked through the front door, three grocery bags in his hands. He had stopped by the grocery store quickly, well, as quickly as he could. Usually, when you heard the front door open, you would come running down the stairs to greet him. This time you didn’t. He shook it off, maybe you didn’t hear him.

He put away the groceries, frozen stuff first and then the rest afterwards. You still hadn’t come down. Now he was a little bit worried.

Wilbur decided to go upstairs to check on you. He walked into your shared bedroom and he immediately softened. You were curled up in a ball, tears in your eyes as you looked at your phone. “Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked softly. You turned to him and a few tears fell from your eyes.

You didn’t speak, only cried. You sniffed and wrapped your arms around Wilbur, letting him hold you close. He could already assume that you were little; you were extremely upset and you weren’t talking.

“How old are you, sweetie?” He asked. You didn’t respond for a moment, then you held up one finger. “Oh, you’re so small, birdie.”

Wilbur noticed your phone screen and read a couple of the messages. Oh, that must’ve been why you regressed. He turned off the phone, he’d handle that later. Right now, he wanted to take your mind off of it.

Wilbur grabbed a yellow pacifier from the bedside table and held it to your mouth. “You want this one?” He asked. You put the pacifier in your mouth right after, so he assumed the answer was yes.

You cuddled into him, your tears drying up because your Dada was there now. Every negative thought was out of your mind because he was there.

Punz was doing his usual nightly stream, playing Valorant and entertaining a viewer count of around 10k. He was enjoying himself playing solo queues. He was doing relatively well, winning a fair few games.

Punz was probably only going to play a couple more games before ending stream for the night, but that's when he heard his room door open. He muted himself and turned his head to the door, and that's when he saw you.

You babbled excitedly at the sight of your caregiver and boyfriend. His expression immediately softened. He has no idea you had regressed; he hadn't seen any signs of it either. Maybe it was just one of those nights where you wanted to be little for fun.

"How old are you, sweetheart?" Punz asked you softly. You didn't reply, just continued babbling. Punz went ahead and assumed you were regressed to a very young age and stood up to pick you up, carrying you back to his setup. He didn't have his facecam on, so it was okay for him to hold you while he played; nobody would see you anyway.

"Sorry about that, chat," Punz said as he unmuted. "Needed a bathroom break." Nobody questioned it after that.

As another game loaded up, Punz grabbed an extra pacifier he had on hand for you and held it to your mouth, silently asking if you wanted it. You immediately put it in your mouth, sucking softly on it.

The game began, you watched silently, playing with your fingers. Whenever Punz's team won a point, you'd smile around your pacifier and clap your hands clumsily together.

After a couple rounds, Punz noticed that you had been squirming around a lot less. He looked down at you; you were sound asleep. He couldn't help but smile; you looked so gosh-darn cute. He laid a kiss on your forehead and decided to end stream to put you in an actual bed.

The big problem was, you seemed to be resisting your regression. This confused Techno; usually you were very open to regressing and regressed whenever your brain said you needed to, but today seemed different.

After about an hour of observing you, he decided enough was enough, he really needed to step in. So as you were about to begin tidying up, Techno stepped behind you and took your hands softly away from anything.

You whined. "What was that for?" You said, trying your best to sound grown up, but Techno could hear your babyish tone from a mile away.

"Do you want to go cuddle, baby? It's a lot more fun than cleaning." He asked, his tone deep yet so, so loving and kind. It only made your head feel fuzzier.

You turned around to him and hesitantly shook your head. "Nuh uh, gotta clean up."

"I can handle that, sweetheart." Techno assured you, "You can be little, baby, I promise. You don't have to worry about anything."

You were losing your will to stay big. You truthfully didn't have much to do, you could easily be little. But for some reason, your brain wasn't letting you regress. Well, that's why you have Techno.

"How about you go upstairs and get some comfy clothes on and then I'll read you a story?" Techno suggested.

"Come with?" You asked, beginning to let yourself be little.

"Of course, my darling." Techno picked you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you upstairs. He handed you your comfy clothes and turned around to let you change privately. When you said done, he turned back around and put you up on the bed.

"What stowy you gonna read, Papa?" You asked as he laid down next to you. Techno thought for a moment, moving a piece of hair away from your eyes.

"Well, I was thinking of telling you the story about a princess/prince knight named Y/N." You gasped excitedly.

"Papa! Das my name!" You said happily.