Little!Foolish, CG!Ponk, Big!Sam
Type: Fluff
TW: Crying, Knife
No one is judging you if you can't read this, take care of yourself.
Prompt/Notes: This is my first time writing little space. I tried my best with accuracy, but tips and constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!
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Foolish had a bad habit of bottling up his emotions until he couldn't fight them. He was very embarrassed about his coping mechanism, but fighting off little space is very hard and draining.
He felt that his family had already done so much for him, so they shouldn't take care of him, especially when he was little.
He had been both fighting it off and desperate to give in for the past month, and the desperation was almost overpowering.
His words were slightly slurred and he was whining at inconveniences from time to time.
Dream invited his friends Sapnap and George over, so they were eating dinner with him. (Puffy was out of town) Foolish was fumbling with his knife, dropping it and not being able to cut through anything.
"Foolish? You alright over there?"
"Mhm~" He whined, involuntarily.
"Does wittle Foolish need help eating?" Dream teased, not knowing the effect he was having on his older brother.
Hearing those words sent him over the edge, little space finally winning the long battle. He regressed pretty young, younger than normal.
He tried to cut a slice again, fumbling harder and knicking his finger, making it start to bleed. Normally it would be a small sting and he would move on, but he was mentally 2 years old, so this was not just a minor inconvenience.
He started crying, pulling his knees up to his chest and shocking everyone at the table.
"Foolish...?"
"M-My fingy! It huwt!"
The three looked at each other, having no idea what was going on.
"Why don't we go clean it up, okay?"
Foolish nodded, lip quivering and tears rolling down his face. Dream got up and went over to him, reaching down to grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom.
Foolish whined and made grabby hands, making Dream's eyes blow wide.
"You want me to carry you?"
"Pwease?"
Dream sighed and scooped him up, and went into the bathroom. He set Foolish on the counter, leaning down and grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet below.
He rinsed it with water, put some cream on it, and put a bandaid on it, the injury really not bad.
He picked Foolish up and took him back downstairs, going into the living room where George and Sapnap were talking, trying to figure out what was happening.
"What do you want now, Foolish?" Dream asked sweetly, not knowing how to please his brother.
"I wan' SamSam and Punkie."
"Your friends from school?"
"They no my fwiends."
"They're not?"
