mcyt // agere oneshots

the tipping point | lil!wilbur & cg!niki

in full disclosure, this is not my favourite chapter LMAO

this was originally written a year and a half ago for a different fandom that i never got around to finishing,, so i just did a little rewriting and bam easy oneshot right

no!!

i wrote this in the manburg era(?) -- once again i hardly recall any memory from the lore so it's very, VERY half-assed but please read anyway LMAO

cw: drinking and angst?? i can't tell bruh


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  It was 2 in the morning. The stress behind everything was getting to his head and his head couldn't take it anymore. Every living fibre in his body was telling him to regress and not have to worry about the protruding feeling of tomorrow and its bullshit, but he wasn't having it. He couldn't.

Having lead a revolution, breaking the bonds he had with all the people he was close to because of stupid politics in a corrupt system, he just couldn't.

He had many secrets but this one he refused to let out at any costs. It's not something like trauma or substance abuse because you can get direct help and people would understand - at least what it is, which is more than he could say about his little space- he didn't even like saying it out loud, he was that ashamed of it.

That being said, he was desperate for an outlet.

He was staying at Niki's bakery, hiding out for a few days, but he didn't realize until the moment he was led inside that everything going on in his life was real. The sheer moment Niki made sure no one was lurking by the bakery at the time he snuck into Manburg, because he was an exile-- he just couldn't feel safe.

He was lying in the makeshift bed Niki so graciously set up for him he still wasn't too used to staring at the ceiling, chewing on his lip, scratching at his skin. His mind felt as if it were racing in slow motion - and as terrible as that analogy is, that's all he could come up with. Mind's too.. buzzy.

A part of him just wanted to curl into a ball, cry out for whoever is mommy to him at this point and feel small. Be small. But he can't. And right now, he doesn't know if he can to begin with.

Though, the much larger other part of him wanted to drink his sorrows away and suppress these thoughts (that are ultimately good for him) - so he does.

He manages to slip out of bed and creak over to the fridge in the kitchen without presumably waking anyone up. After all, it is a weekday. To his surprise, he finds a case of beer. He pulls out the case, expecting to only drink one bottle. He ends up downing three. He's not exactly drunk per se, but he felt tipsy enough to ignore his little temptations, or so he thought.

The off-putting feeling he felt in his chest and his throat and the back of his head was still there, maybe even more now thanks to the alcohol.

But, thanks to the alcohol, Wilbur heads to stumble into Niki's room. Yes, the one secret that was supposedly heavily protected, was out to Niki. For the record, it wasn't on purpose.

It was a day he was up way past than supposed to, gathering materials a bit too close to the borders of Manburg, but he was mostly secure it being far too late for the majority to be awake.

He accidentally regressed right then and there on the spot when a creeper blew up near his grounds. Niki, hearing what she would describe to be a 'child-in-crisis' cry, instantly made her way out of her cottage and was, to say the least, quite surprised when she didn't come across a crying child, but a crying Wilbur quite accurately portraying a crying child.

His hand is at the handle of the door. He opens the door.

He sees inside Niki, not even close to being asleep, simply sitting on her bed with a book and a lampshade dimly turned on. She looks up to him with concern instantly hitting her.

He instantly regrets it.

"I can't be here."

"But you are, aren't you?"

Wilbur stays silent. The grip he has on the door handle tightens, feeling the sudden urge to either run away or run into Niki's arms, there is no in between.

He opts for the first option, simply for probability reasoning. He makes haste to not even look back to his place in the guest room, but to just to run out, and back to the ravine he regularly stays in and hide.

But he stops dead in his tracks after hearing just one word come out of Niki,

"Stay."

That's his tipping point.

Faster than she, or he himself could think of, the brunette has promptly slotted and attached himself underneath Niki's arms, who gathers him gladly. Confused yet.. understanding was an understatement.

After the tipping point, came the longing for physical-affection. After that, comes the cracking open.

"I started feeling small, but I really didn't wanna feel small, so I cracked open a beer or 3, but it didn't do anything, 'cus I still feel small, but now kinda tipsy 'n 'cause I didn't know what else to do, I--" Too drained and too defeated to say anymore, he cut himself off.

Niki blinks. It takes her a bit to find the words she wanted to say.

"So are you little right now?" Wilbur shakes his head.

"Are you big right now?" Wilbur shakes his head again.

"Are you in the.. middle?" This time, Wilbur shrugs.

"Do you want to be little? Be honest please."

His sullen eyes glance up at Niki for the first time tonight, "Please help me feel little. Head hurts. World's too loud."

Niki returns the sullen look but adds a smile, tucking the messy strands of his hair behind his ear.

"I'd be honoured."

"Can I sit in your lap?"

"C'mere, Wilbur."

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oneshot over with dhfjdh

anyways thats all from me today :') see ya next chapter (BETTER CHAPTER I PROMISE)

kay love ya'll and wash ur stinkin' hands thank u

~ inky 🧸

{940 words}

[finished writing april 3, 2021]
[published july 18, 2021]