DreamSMP AgeRegression (Co-Written)

arguments to agreements

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Bad sighed as he he skeppy were arguing, bringing slight discomfort to him, he hated arguing and yelling as it was something his parents did alot, another factor being around cursing, which he also did not enjoy. But, here he was, in a yelling match with skeppy, over a stupid reason really, bad didn't even remember fully what happened at this point, he just didn't want the arguing happening, "Skeppy! Just- Stop, ok? Why don't we just change the subject?" He asked quickly, scared he may slip if they didn't.

Skeppy rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Fine, well change the fucking subject, seems we always gave to anymore." He said, annulment lacing his voice.

Bad flinched at the curse, immediately skipping and looking away from skeppy, shaking slightly as he tried not to cry and act big. Skeppy didn't know all that well that bad regressed as bad had only really mentioned it once or twice, so the other wouldn't know he had triggered bad, though he did, and bad regressed quickly, becoming mentally age 2, making it hard for him really to try and reply, only a muffled cry escaping him.

Skeppy went slightly wide eyed, mentally cursing himself. "Hey it's okay, Bad! I'm sorry I cursed!" He said quickly, trying to put together some type of plan as he gently and carefully hugged the other.

Bad latched the other, still crying and unable to make out much of words saying as he regressed to a toddler age, shaking as he cried into skeppy's sweater

Skeppy carefully rubbed his back, doing his best to clam the other despite not having the best idea of what was happening at the moment.

Bad slightly tried to move from skeppy, slowly calming down but starting to focus less on what was happening, simply wanting to let his child state of mind let him wander.

"Can you tell me how old you are bud?" Skeppy asked calmly, keeping a gentle hold on Bad, as he didn't want the other to get hurt.

Bad slowly raised his hand, starring for a moment before moving two fingers up, try to say the number but his mumbles coming out as more so fascinated jumbles of sound.

Skeppy nodded slowly, taking a second to think out his next question. "do you need Uh- protection?" He mumbled out awkwardly.

Bad tilted his head to the side, then hugged skeppy once more, putting his head on the others shoulder, (for the sake of realism we're gonna just pretend the character isn't 9 feet tall, yay)

Skeppy sighed softly. "Do you need to wear a pull up or something?" He asked more bluntly, as Bad's little mind didn't seem to understand the initial question.

The little blushed but nodded, not necessarily embarrassed, but blushing none the less as he admitted so, looking over towards a closet and slowly pointing

Skeppy nodded slowly, standing up, holding Bad with one arm under his knees and one supporting his back as he carefully carried the other to said closeet, humming as he opened it. He didn't say a word as he grabbed a pull up, glancing at the outfits. "What outfit do you wanna wear bud?"

Bad immediately pulled toward some black shorts that had red striped, matched with one of skeppy's old hoodies on a hanger, something he had clearly put together while big as an easy grab