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Agre regression is a coping mechanism where your mind reverts back to one like a child. It is normally used to escape stress/trauma.
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Cg: Slimecicle Little: Tommy (4)
(Do you mind the age range that i normally put little Tommy in? If you want him older please just say in the request)
The members of the sbi household had a small issue. They were supposed to be going camping in a forest, but Tommy was sick. And because he was sick he was now stressed because people are missing out because of him. This meant he's also small.
"Sowwy! Dint means ge' icky," He apologised.
"It's not your fault Toms," Phil told him.
"Dad! Dad! I just called Charlie. He said he wouldn't mind babysitting," Wilbur said as he walked in.
"Is he sure? He doesnt have too. I know he's not Tommy's usualy caregiver-"
"Dad it's fine. I'm sure Theseus would love it. You love when Charlie looks after you don't you?" Techno asked.
"Ams i s'aying wif Charlie?" He asked, his face lighting up.
Techno looked at him as if saying 'see?'.
"Fine. Wilbur can your ring him and ask if he can come over?" Phil complied.
As if on queue, there was a knock on the door. Phil went to answer it to see an excited Charlie. He raced into the living room where Tommy was.
"Hey little slime! Wilby tells me your feeling a bit icky today. Where does it feel icky?" He asked.
"My head ickys," he replied.
Phil, at seeing how handled the situation is, ushered the two others boys out. He whispered a quick 'thank you' to Charlie before leaving. Now it was just him and Tommy in the house.
"Has Phil given you some medicine?" He asked.
"He gives me ucky suf bu' sill feel bads," he whined.
"Aw poor slime. Do you want to sit on my lap and try to get back to sleep?" He suggested.
He nodded his head slowing, wincing when doing so. Charlie picks him up and puts him on his lap, trying his hardest not to jolt him.
"Now Charlie and Tommy are going to have a little nap," he told him.
He snuggled against the older, and soon was out of it. Charlie cooed at the sight of him being so relaxed. He knew that Tommy could be stubborn when he was sick, insisting he wasn't. But when he -eventually- regressed he was much more compliant.
A few hours later he woke up. Charlie was quick to entertain him, taking out some colouring stuff. He was now colouring a picture of Rainbow Dash from my little pony. Charlie slid him off his lap. This made him whine a bit.
"Sorry Slime, but Charlie has to make you some lunch," he explained to the little.
"Cheesy pasa?" He asked.
"I can make you cheesy pasta if you want. But only if you promise me that you will have your medicine," he told him.
"I pomis!" He promised.
Smiling, he went to the side and grabbed the medicine and the tablespoon. He fed some to Tommy (who kept his promise and had it without complaint) and put it back. Then he got to work with the cheesy pasta.
After 20 minutes, it was cooked. He took out one of his baby plates and served him a small portion. Then he served himself some.
He put Tommy back on his lap as they both ate. He ate all his lunch, which Charlie was pleased about.
"Charlie cans we watch fims?" He asked.
"Seeing as you have been very well-behaved, i'll let you watch a movie. Which one?" He replied.
"Ups! Ups!" He squealed excitedly.
For another hour or so they watched Up. Tommy was practically on the edge of his seat the entire time. Not too long after it finished, he fell back asleep. He was laying on Charlie and Charlie had put his arms around him.
The next day, Tommy wasn't ill anymore, nor was he small. But he still had a great day hanging out with him. And Charlie didn't mention anything that happened, knowing he would get embarrassed.
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