~ Dsmp Agere one shots [OLD] ~

~ Body, tears, and fear ~

Jshlatt had finished editing one of his videos and had accomplished cleaning his rather empty room. He had dusted off the Pope Francis stand which laid on a wall behind him, he gave his cat a bath with a bit of a struggle, he replied to tweets and laughed at people's awful attempts to cancel him, and even took a shower! He was on a role, and he was very proud of himself. The Texan ( as he considered himself ) was about to take a nap before his phone began to ring. He was stubborn enough to let it sit there and vibrate against the table, the noise pleasingly went in a rhythmic tone.

Once it stopped, he smiled to himself and closed his eyes, falling into a deep slumber.

The phone went off, though, and Jshlatt shot open his eyes. This caller didn't budge, did they? He groaned angrily and took the phone between his palm, answering with an angry huff. " I'm trying to sleep! Who's this? " Jshlatt would beam, rubbing his eyes before he heard sniffling. He slowly pulled away to look at the name of the caller, and surely, it was Quackity. Jshlatt put the phone back to his ear and raised a brow. " Alex? Hey, man, what's up? You sick? " Jshlatt would ask.

" c-can I talk to you, Shlatt-? " Quackity's voice shook in distress, which worried the other deeply. " sure, bro! I'm all ears, just take your time, " He sat up on his bed, pulling at his socks.

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'Why you built like that?' A dono would sound. Quackity perked up from playing Wii sports, his camera on to show him standing. Quackity couldn't help but look at the screen in misbelief, later, a nervous smile formed on his face. " What do you mean why you built like that? Is there something wrong? " Quackity joked, trying to cover up that he was upset. He forced a laugh and swayed his arms for a shrug. " Is there something wrong? Huh? " He told the screen, the chat going ballistic with comfort and worry for the Mexican. Even if he read them, though, it seemed like his mind replaced them for insults, and without notice he began to tear up.

" YEAH?? " Quackity would call loudly out of nowhere, looking away from the camera. " I'm coming!! Sorry guys, I gotta go, " Quackity said with a soft tone of his voice. The lights were dim as he waved at his chat, turning off the stream. No one was calling for him, not at all. He lived alone, always has, and was just seeking an escape to finally go to his knees and cry. He had tried so hard to change his appearance, he went on a diet for a year to improve, this was heartbreaking for him, and as he sobbed and hiccuped, he felt himself slowly feeling small.

Quackity struggled to grab his phone but he managed, his hands shaking.

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Jshlatt stood quiet after Quackity burst into tears about what happened, his voice changing between high and low tones. Jshlatt doesn't understand what he meant by 'slipping', he assumed it was an exaggeration for 'slipping on your own tears.' He decided to keep quiet, saying a few things here and there to try and sooth the other, but that was when Quackity finally spoke up. " p..papa..? " He mutters out, Jshlatt taken aback. " Me? Papá? What are you talking about? You feelin' sick? " Jshlatt was, in fact, confused, and played it as a joke. All quackity could do is sniffle.

" P-papa.. 'm feelin' b-bad,. " Quackity sobs. Jshlatt sighs and goes to his computer, turning it on. " Alright, Quacks, need ya to take in deep breaths for me, okay? " Jshlatt said while typing.

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It took Jshlatt a minute before he found something that sort of explained the situation. Age regression. He read it silently as Quackity took in deep breaths, exaggerating a few times. " ....Quackers, hey, how old are ya? " Shlatt talked rather uneasy, not knowing if that was the situation. " Four.,, " Quackity sniffled out softly. Oh, so this was happening. He skimmed through the information nervously, not wanting to mess up since he now had a supposed 'little' in his hands. He didn't want to ruin things.

"Do you, uh, " He read a section. " Do you have your caregiver with you, pumpkins? " The Texan said, swirling on his chair. " ..I don' have one, " Quackity spoke up after a short silence. Shlatt frowned at this information. " Can you FaceTime me, pumpkins? I gotta see if you're okay. " Hell. Jshlatt knew it was his role to take care of him right now, so he was going to take place of a caregiver. He's never been something like that, but he'll try for his friend.

The FaceTime audio ringed and Shlatt responded, a red cheeked Quackity peeking his head at the camera. Jshlatt turned on his, and instead of having an absurd angel like most calls, he fixed his camera under his computer to stand it up. " How's my little pumpkin feeling? You alright? " He spoke softly to not spook the other. Quackity nodded and held the phone between his palms, fixing the angle to his face. " Alright, sugars. Glad you're okay. Are you comfortable right now? "

Quackity didn't want to speak. He was too embarrassed. He just shook his head a no and curled up a little. " Well, what are ya waiting for, kid! Go put on something that makes you comfortable! " Quackity perked up in curiosity, later giggling when he spotted that Jshlatt was in fact, serious. He stood up and went to his closet, Jshlatt waiting comfortably.

Once the Mexican returned with a blue onesie with yellow ducks as patterns, Jshlatt waved at the little, Quackity waving back with a loud, happy, giggle. It was a comfortable time, the two chattering back and forth on the letters of the alphabet and favorite plushies. Shlatt told the little he was going to buy him a little Jshlatt plushie, and Quackity was very overjoyed. Shlatt couldn't help but giggle along with him, it was a sweet moment.

After showing his cat to the squealing little, he set the tabby down to go along their way, sitting back up on his chair. He watched Quackity scribbling on papers with chapped crayons, maybe because of how forceful Quackity was with them. " Hey, Quackers? " Shlatt piped up, Quackity looking over. " Is it okay if I became papa shlatt for ya? You don't have a caregiver, so I'd really like to take the role as yours. " Jshlatt smiled softly.

Quackity was processing before he jumped up in a 'no way!' manner. " y-you mean it!? " He said in awe, tears pricking the side of his eyes. " Sure, pumpkins! I'll be your papa from now on, how does that sound? " Quackity nodded his head happily. " Mhm!! Mhm!! Thanks, papa!! " At hearing those words, Jshlatt slunk in his chair and chuckled.

The two sat in call for hours, Quackity continuing to scribble. " I made papá somethin'! " Quackity said excitedly. The caregiver raised a brow. " Wacha make me, sweets? " Quackity lifted a drawing up. It was messily made, a tall stick figure with a New York hat and a half beard stood next to another stick, which was small and had a beanie on with some red boots. Swirly, pink and yellow flowers scattered the page, a happy sun on the corner. Shlatt squealed. " Is that for me, sweets? " He said with a little laugh, Quackity nodding his head; his papa's expression already said it all about his opinion on the drawing.

" can I take a screenshot, baby? " Jshlatt asked, picking up his phone. Quackity nodded his head, showing his teeth. " it's for you, papa! Keep it! " " I will, sweets, I will. "

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After printing the screenshot of the drawing and taping it to his fridge, he came back to a dozed off Quackity, which was laying on the side 0f the bed with a plushie in hand. Shlatt couldn't help but smile and adjust himself on his bed, falling asleep as well.

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