Making and Promoting More Age Regression Content

But he was a little nervous about dinner. Mamaw and Papaw could get pretty loud at times. Plus this would be the first official family dinner since the incident that summer. Miles was still trying to recover from, you know, watching people die and almost getting killed himself. But his mom was really looking forward to it. She said it would bring some normalcy to their lives.

Miles adjusted the collar on his button down shirt as he stared into his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Mamaw, Papaw, Alan, and a few family friends would be coming over for dinner and Mile’s mom told him to dress somewhat nice. Normally, when they would have dinners with Mamaw and Papaw, he’d just wear a simple boxy polo shirt or even just a t-shirt. But because Cooper’s dad, Alan and friends would be there, his mom introduced a dress code. Miles didn’t mind it too much, button downs usually hid his curves anyways. 

As Miles tried to somehow make his left eye look less dead than it already was, he heard knocking at the door, accompanied by his mom calling for him to come greet his family. He walked down to the front, where his mom was greeting Mamaw and Papaw. He smiled and said hi before going over to the couch and sitting down, waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive.

It was fine for a couple minutes. That was until more people started showing up. Miles debated grabbing his headphones and sitting in the corner with Lady, becoming invisible while the adults talked. But unfortunately for him, his mom dragged him into talking with some of the adults.

“So S- Miles, how has school been?” One of the adults asked him

“Dropped out,” Miles answered. There was no way he could really avoid telling the truth, no matter how much he knew they were going to hate the answer.

And this started a whole lecture on why he should stay in school. Not wanting to cause any drama, Miles just nodded, barely listening to their reasoning. He also just couldn’t find the right words to respond. How was he supposed to react to someone telling him he wasn’t going to get a good job in the future?

When the conversation on school finally ended, he tried to help with dinner, hoping it would mean he didn’t need to talk anymore than needed. But unfortunately, the kitchen was where most of the people were. Mamaw was talking to one of his mom’s friends at the kitchen counter, while Papaw talked with Alan. His mom, of course, was busy talking and making dinner. Just watching her do that made Miles stressed. But he tried not to show it. 

Immediately, he turned to the chili his mom was preparing and started helping out with it by stirring and adding a few spices here and there. But then Alan suddenly walked up to him.

“Hey Miles. I heard you and Cooper started hanging out again before he… you know. What were some of the things you guys did?” He asked.

Miles swallowed and stopped stirring. 

“W-well, we just talked for the most part…” He started. He remembered being taken home by him, kissing him, and sharing beers. They didn’t really do much together before he died. Cooper could’ve actually lived a good life if it weren’t for him. They could’ve actually hung out as friends again…

Then the memories of the other stuff he did with Cooper came flashing back. Murdering Paul, hiding Eddie’s body. Images of Cooper pulling the trigger, and Paul’s dying body flashed in Miles’s mind. He hated being reminded that he had blood on his hands, including Cooper’s. If he hadn’t dragged him into his shit with the Davies, he might actually still be alive. 

His throat felt dry, as if he was walking in the desert. 

Stay calm, this isn’t that big of a deal

But the more he thought about Cooper, the worse he felt. He looked around, trying to find a distraction, but the more he looked, the more he became super aware of his surroundings. The loud talking and overlapping of voices made him quickly overwhelmed. The bundles of people up and about were claustrophobic and the lights were practically blinding.

He excused himself from the conversation and tried to go back to his spot on the couch from before. It was a nice little area in the corner where it was dark and somewhat quiet. However, when he weaved through the people, he found that someone was sitting exactly where his spot was.

Miles just couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was already so overwhelming but that person sitting where he usually sat, just made it worse. That was his spot. He was familiar with it. He would always sit there.

Any other time, he would’ve just sat somewhere else, but that felt impossible to do now. From the conversation with Alan, to the headache that was starting, he knew he needed to get out of there and find somewhere safe to calm down. He was on the verge of a meltdown and knew it wouldn’t be long before it became too much to hold down.

Miles snuck away from the party and went to his room, shutting the door softly behind him. He sat on his bed and pulled at the shoelace around his wrist. He resisted the urge to start rocking back and forth and fished his phone out of his pocket. He needed Dallas and Amber. 

He fished his phone out of his pocket and started to text Dallas. But as he saw their name pop up, he suddenly felt…small. 

Fuck. He was regressing.

He really needed to get to Dallas and Amber now. If he slipped any further, he would have a really hard time just texting them. Then who knows what would happen? 

Dallas and Amber were the main ones who cared for him when he regressed. They were actually the ones to suggest he use Age Regression to cope with his PTSD and other mental stuff like dysphoria, stress, and all that. While it definitely took some time to get used to regressing, those two were always there for him, helping him figure it out. Having that support, especially when he was little, was super comforting and helped him a lot.

Miles: Can you come pick me up?

Dallas: Yeah, sure. Are you alright though?

Miles: Not really…I think I’m regressing

There was a pause in texting for a little bit and Miles got a little anxious. Dallas was one of his caregivers, but it still felt like there was a possibility of judgement. But luckily Dallas started typing just a few moments later.

Dallas: Okay, bud, can make a backpack with your little stuff and meet me outside your house? Me and Amber are on our way,” 

Miles: Okay

Miles put his phone down and started packing all the things he’d need. He grabbed his paci, paci clip, a couple fidgets, and a change of clothes and put them in his bag. Then he grabbed Manny, his stuffed dog, and held him as he walked out of his bedroom. He made sure no one saw him as he left the house and waited outside on the porch.

As he waited for Dallas, he cuddled with Manny, feeling a deeper drop in his headspace. He wanted Dal and Mama. The sudden yearn for his caregivers drew tears to his eyes. He felt a burst of energy and knew the meltdown was coming any minute. He couldn’t push it down anymore. Luckily, a car pulled up in his driveway.

When it parked, Amber was the first one out of the car. She was really good at calming him down so it only made sense that she was the first one. 

Miles got up and swiftly walked to his Mama. He fell into her arms and the tears started. A soft sob erupted from his throat as he hid his face in her collar.

“Shh…it’s going to be alright, baby,” Amber assured him, rubbing his back. His sobs were a bit quiet, like a small cry muffled by a wall. 

Dallas had gotten out of the car but decided to wait for them instead of join in on the hugging. They worried that their presence added onto Amber’s could overwhelm him more than he already was.

Miles didn’t really do too many big stims, but when he was distressed like this, they could sometimes pop up. He really wanted to start rocking on his heels or repeatedly hit his thighs or arms. But Amber’s warm embrace stopped him. Luckily, it was able to help him calm down and reduce the urge to harmfully stim.

Miles hugged Amber for what felt like forever. He did not want to let go. He felt so small and needed that comfort that she provided. But his legs felt weak and he wanted to change out of his formal clothes.

“Dallas, can you carry Miles into the car?” Amber asked. She could feel him starting to lean heavily on her and knew she wouldn’t be able to carry him.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Dallas replied walking over to Miles, “Come on, little guy,” 

Amber gently handed Miles over to Dallas, who lifted him into the air and held him against their chest. They carried him over to the car and set him down on the seat. They grabbed the seat belt and started to buckle him in while Amber grabbed his bag from the front porch.

When he was buckled in, Miles started to suck on his shoelace. He still needed to stim still, but it was more of a small movement urge like fidgeting. His body felt too tired to rock back and forth. Dallas noticed the shoelace in his mouth right as they were about to hop into the passenger seat. Instead of letting him continue, they grabbed his bag instead.

“How about we get you your paci?” Dallas suggested, pulling the case out of Miles’s bag. The boy whined a little and looked out the window, a bit nervous. Sure it was pretty dark out and no one would really see him, but he was still a bit anxious.

“It’ll be alright, bud. No one’s gonna see you,” Dallas assured him, before clipping his paci to his shirt. They rubbed his shoulder lightly before shutting the door and climbing into the front seat.

Once everyone was situated, Amber started the car back up and began driving back to their place. Miles was silent for most of the ride, making small whimpers every now and then. But he did manage to ditch the shoelace in place of the pacifier. 

Dallas lifted Miles out of the car once they got there. They were pretty strong and could easily carry him inside. Miles snuggled up against Dallas’s body, hugging Manny, the stuffed dog, close to his chest. 

When they got inside, Amber got out the meltdown kit and scattered the supplies on the kitchen table. Dallas sat Miles down on one of the seats, but he almost immediately made grabby hands, wanting to be held for a bit longer.

“You can cuddle with Dallas after we get everything situated, okay baby?” Amber said. Miles whined but nodded. Amber then handed him a little keyring of communication cards.

“Have you had dinner yet?” She asked. Miles shook his head. But before Amber could say anything else, he pointed to a hungry card and shook his head again, trying to indicate that he was not hungry.

“I know shutdowns and meltdowns can make you lose your appetite, but you gotta eat something, honey. How about I make you some mac and cheese?” She offered. They kept a fair share of safe foods in the house for when Amber had her own meltdowns but still needed to eat.

Miles flipped through the keyring and pointed to the ‘okay’ card. 

“Alright, sweetie, I’ll get started on it. Dallas, can you help him get changed?” She turned them. They nodded and lifted Miles back up again. The boy smiled a little.

Luckily, changing Miles wasn’t too bad. The boy wasn’t dysphoric of his body when he was in this state, and he trusted Dallas. Besides, they wouldn’t really be seeing much since Miles had put on binding tape earlier that morning. He was mainly just really tired, the meltdown having exhausted him.

When they were done, Miles was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. He rubbed his eye and held Manny close to his chest. He sat on the floor of the bedroom, playing with some fidgets he brought.  He needed some floor time after this whole thing and didn’t want to leave and go eat in the kitchen. Moving to another room just felt like too much

Amber came in a few minutes later with two bowls of Mac n Cheese and a kid’s minecraft water bottle.

“I’m surprised Michael kept this, but it’s Dallas’s old elementary school water bottle. I figured it would be comforting,” She explained, handing the bottle to Miles. It was a solid color with a thermos-like shell and a creeper print on the front. He opened the spout and took an experimental sip. It was warm milk.

Dallas and Amber both sat on the floor with Miles while he moved the food around in his bowl. Amber ended up needing to help feed Miles as the boy was having a hard time picking up the spoon and putting it in his mouth and chewing and swallowing. It all felt like too much, but with Amber’s help, it was a lot more bearable. 

When he was all done, Dallas tried to tuck him into bed, but even though he was exhausted, he didn’t want Dallas to leave him. When they tried to leave the bedroom, he whined and reached out for them. So Dallas told Amber that they would be going to sleep early and joined Miles in bed. The boy snuggled up as Dallas held him. 

When Gregory got rid of the virus infecting all of the animatronics, he realized they were different from how they were when they were chasing him down. It was like a switch had been turned off. Although they were much better now, that didn’t stop Gregory from being afraid of them. 

Even though he was scared of the animatronics, he didn’t have a home he could go back to at the end of the day and started living at the pizzaplex. Freddy had set up a small cot in the back of his green room for the boy. However, Gregory’s sleep schedule was insanely messed up. Most of the day he would be asleep, while at night he’d hang out with Freddy and explore the pizzaplex.

It was fun for a while, just the two of them. Gregory got to have the dad he always wanted. However, Freddy understood that it was important for Gregory to be reintroduced to the other animatronics. If he was going to be living with them, it would be good for him to get to know the real versions of them.

It was fun at first. He had gone racing with Roxy and baked with Chica (Freddy was at his side with them the whole time though). Roxy was a fun animatronic, and Chica was actually really sweet! He was just still afraid of Monty.

He remembered overhearing the anger outbursts from Monty. That was before the animatronics were all out to get him that night too. So what if he got mad at him and hurt him? His claws really hurt, easily being able to cut through skin like a knife through butter. Gregory had to replace all their parts after decommissioning them (Freddy made him) and accidentally cut himself when doing Monty’s claws.

However, Freddy still wanted Gregory to bond with Monty. He wanted them to interact in a positive way, especially since they were going to be living with each other. So he set up a group get-together at Monty golf!

“Come on, Gregory! It will be fine,” Freddy tried assuring him. Gregory was still a little apprehensive and didn’t want to leave the greenroom. So the Glamrock Bear kneeled down to meet his eye level.

“I know this seems scary, but I promise Monty is different now!” He promised, “If it makes you feel better, you can take Freddybear with you?” 

Freddybear was Gregory’s favorite comfort item, a Glamrock Freddy stuffed bear. It was super soft, and the perfect size for cuddling. It was also a little bit weighted as well. Freddybear was often used in Gregory’s age regression, but also just a general comfort stuffy.

“But what if he makes fun of him?” Gregory worried. Monty didn’t exactly seem warm and supportive of emotional support stuffed animals. He probably thought they were stupid.

“He won’t, I promise,” Freddy reassured him. 

Finally, Gregory hesitantly nodded. He went to his bedroom and grabbed FreddyBear and stuffed him into his backpack before climbing inside of Freddy. While he could walk on his own, being inside Freddy’s chest cavity felt oddly comforting. It helped him feel a bit more safe.

When they got to Gator Golf, Monty, Chica, and Roxy were all waiting in the lobby, chatting amongst themselves. Freddy opened his chest cavity and Gregory was revealed. He looked at all the animatronics and immediately felt his heart race. 

“Come on, Superstar, it’ll be alright,” Freddy said, trying to coax him out. Hesitantly, Gregory carefully climbed out of his chest and onto the ground

The animatronics were welcoming when he climbed out. They greeted him with smiles but for some reason, Gregory just couldn’t trust Monty's. With everything that had happened with him, it felt impossible to trust him again.

“I will go grab the putting clubs and golf balls,” Freddy said, about to excuse himself to the game counter.

Gregory felt a sudden jolt in his heart rate as it picked up its pace. This was like one of the first times he would be without Freddy with the other animatronics. The fact that his first time would be with Monty as well made him feel a drop in his headspace. 

His slip wasn’t too far, only to about 4 years old, but it made everything seem more scary. He also felt so emotionally sensitive. He had learned how to stop being so sensitive when he got kicked out and was forced to live on the streets. But now because of his age, it all started to come back.

As he looked at Monty, tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t do this, it was too much! Monty couldn’t be trusted! He was going to kill him!

With an unsteady breath, Gregory ran. He panted as he tried to find a place to hide. Eventually, he settled on a stroller. It was fitting, considering his young mental age. He curled up and whimpered, hugging his backpack close to his chest. He wanted to take out FreddyBear but unzipping his bag would make too much noise.

He hoped he ran far enough for them not to see him hide in the stroller, but unfortunately, he was wrong. Loud footsteps clambered down the hall, getting closer and closer to him. He hoped that maybe it was just Freddy. The bear had pretty loud sounding footsteps.

“Little guy? Are you alright?” Crap. It was Monty. 

Gregory whimpered and tears started to flow down his cheeks. However, that small whimper was all Monty needed to find where the boy was. As his footsteps boomed closer to Gregory, the boy covered his ears as his breathing turned into hyperventilating. He saw as his purple claw reached down in front of the stroller and lifted up the cover. Gregory screwed his eyes shut, preparing for inevitable death, but it didn’t come.

He was…okay?

Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw Monty, kneeling down in front of him. He looked…worried. Gregory wasn’t even sure if the animatronic could be worried a couple minutes ago.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, bud,” Monty assured him, “Chica wanted me to come check on you, said it would help or something. But I honestly was afraid I’d end up scaring you,”

Monty was afraid of scaring him? But he was all big and tough! He wasn’t afraid of anything! Yet he was. 

Gregory’s heart slowly started to calm down upon seeing that Monty hadn’t killed him. He actually sort of believed that the gator wasn’t going to hurt him.

As he started to relax, his fingers made their way into his mouth as he began to chew on them, a nervous habit that showed a lot when he was around this age.

“Hey now, that’s not sanitary, kiddo. Do you have any like…teething toys?” Monty asked. Hesitantly, Gregory nodded and gestured to his backpack. 

Monty carefully hovered his claws closer to Gregory. The boy flinched and turned away, closing his eyes. But after a couple seconds, he opened them again and saw Monty held his claws in the air, just above his backpack.

“Can I?” He asked. 

Gregory was a bit confused. He was asking for permission? The big gator with anger issues? Despite being confused and a little suspicious, the boy nodded.

Carefully, Monty tried unzipping the bag. He was having a little bit of a hard time due to his large claws. They couldn’t really grasp the zipper and he kept losing it. He muttered a child-friendly “curse” word (like gosh darn and stuff like that) as he kept trying. Gregory giggled a little as he struggled. Monty smiled, glad the kid was feeling a bit better, even if it was because he was laughing at him.

Eventually, he got it and unzipped the bag. He took out Freddybear first and handed it to him. Gregory hugged it tightly, feeling its soft fur. Then, in a small plastic bag at the bottom of the backpack, held a couple teething toys. There was a little 2d silicone bear face, two chewlery gems, and a dinosaur teething pop-it. Monty opened the zip-lock and held it in front of Gregory, letting him pick from the bag. The gator smiled when he picked out a gem and the dinosaur.

“You know, Gators are pretty similar to dinosaurs,” Monty said, “I think we are the closest living relative that's not a bird. But I don’t really know, we get a lot of dinosaur crazy kids in here thinking I’m one,” 

Gregory giggled at his attempt to crack a joke. He could see how a bunch of kids could mistake Monty for being a dinosaur. Now that he thought about it, the gator did look similar to a cartoon t-rex. 

They sat there for a while. Gregory felt ready to rejoin the group but didn’t want to really leave the safety of the stroller. Since it was a common hiding space for him where none of the animatronics could usually detect him, it became sort of like a safe space.

“Do you feel like going back now?” Monty asked, as if he could read the boy’s mind.

“Mhm but I don’t wanna leave the stwoller…” Gregory mumbled, blushing a little when he heard himself. How was Monty going to take him seriously after this?

“No worries, little guy. I can maybe push you back to the group?” Monty offered. That sounded like a pretty good deal. Gregory would get to rejoin the group without having to leave the safety of the stroller.

“Mkay, thats good,” He nodded. 

Monty carefully and slowly stood up so as to not startle the boy and walked behind him. He put his claws on the back of the stroller and began pushing him back to the group.

When they met back up with all the other animatronics, Monty explained to them what had happened. He seemed to know quite a bit about age regression, afterall, this place had a bunch, but it definitely was more a Sun expertise.