Hermitcraft Stuff I Guess

Baby Care (oneshot)

Ship: none
Tw: food and sad thoughts

Au: something with baby potions
Around 2000 words

It was a typical day on the Hermitcraft server. Many were building or flying, and someone was frantically knocking at Bdubs's door. Actually, that wasn't so typical. Said man opened the door to find a panicked Tango and an equally stressed Impulse. The tallest was cradling something wrapped in a shirt.

"You're good with children, right?" Tango asked. Bdubs's face fell slightly, not that it was noticeable or anything. He had been hoping to just be by himself today, but he figured he could spare some time for friends.

"Of course I'm good with them! I'm a master with the youngins nowadays." Impulse shushed the two men and Bdubs dropped his volume. "Why, what's up?"

"We accidentally did something very stupid and we're not qualified to handle it." BdoubleO was going to ask something when he heard something whine. Tango froze.

"Give me the kid, I can take it from here."

"Ok, just know, he does have his memories, but he has the mental state of a kid," Impulse warned and handed the child over. Bdubs looked at the toddler stirring in his arms and saw the face of his good friend, Zedaph. Either they went through the extreme process of genetically creating a child with only male DNA or they used a baby potion. It was typically for when you wanted tree saplings, but it technically could work on anything.

"Bye, Bdubs! Thanks again!" The two boys flew away, relief evident on their faces.

"Ok, Zedaph, let's get you inside." He carried the, now awake, hermit into the castle and set him on the ground. The baby was wearing his iconic shirt, the only problem was it was adult Zed size. He was drowning in it, head just peeking out of the collar. Bdubs had to do something about that first.

Grian picked up his communication device while taking a break from building and he saw he had a few messages from Bdubs.

B-man: DO you think yuo could maek a nwbqbuwjixjod e

B-man: (image attachment)

B-man: IGNORE THAT

B-man: DO YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE BABY SIZED CLOTHES?

G-man: Was that a little Zedaph???

G-man: THERE'S A BABY ON THIS SERVER?????

G-man: OMW

Bdubs sat on the floor with Zed. It was nice that the decently tall hermit was now shorter than the tan man. He figured they both had a bit, so he decided to talk with the child. Before the conversation could get anywhere, Grian kicked open the door of the castle with a large collection of fabrics and other sewing items filling his arms. He ran over to the two hermits, dropping only a few things as he went. The sandy blond slid on his knees and stopped right in front of the toddler. He dumped all of the sewing supplies in Bdubs arms and picked up the small Zedaph.

"Hi! I'm Grian, do you remember me?" The small brit giggled.

"I know you! You're friends with Impy!"

"That's right! I'm gonna make you some clothes, so I need to do some measurements on you, ok?" Zedaph gave a big, toothy grin.

"Ok." The potion was going to only last for a day, so he had plenty of time to make some clothes.

"Bdubs, hand me the measuring tape." The man snapped out of his shocked state and found a pink roll with numbers on it and handed it to the blond. Grian wrapped the tot with the tape and marked down the numbers on a pocket notebook. He stole some fabric from Bdubs's lap and threaded a needle, starting to get to work immediately.