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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: Wilbur Little: Tommy (5)
This chapter does contain swearing (obviously)
"Wilbyyy! I hungy!" Tommy whined.
"What do you want to eat then Strawberry?" Wilbur asked softly.
His face scrunched up in thought. He hadn't really thought that far.
"Nuggies!" He squealed.
"Ok. Do you want to come help?" His caregiver replied.
Tommy enthusiastically nodded his head. Wilbur picked him up (with some difficulty) and brought him into the kitchen. He sat him on the side as he got the nuggets out, put them on the tray, then put them in the oven.
Timeskip to when they were finished
Wilbur opened the oven, an excited Tommy waiting behind him. He used the oven gloves and put the tray on the side. He got some plates and began serving some up. But then-
"Ah fuck!" He said as his hand brushed the hot tray.
"Wha' fuck means?" The little asked.
"Tommy you can't say that. Its a bad word. Its a no-no word," he scolded.
"Bu' Wilby said fuck," he pointed out.
"Wilby said fuck because he hurt himself," he explained.
Tommy nodded. Wilbur let out a sigh of relief. But Tommy just smashed his hand against the table.
"Fuck!" He shouted.
"No- Tommy that's a no-no word!" He told him.
"Bu' you said tha' Wilby said it cause he hurts himself. So i hurts me and can say it," he said, proud of his idea.
"That- that's not how it works!" He tried to say.
"Bu' then whys you say fuck?" He asked, now very confused.
Wilbur opened his mouth. Then closed it. This happened a few times as he desperately tried to think of an idea. Phil was coming home any second now; he could not let him hear Tommy say fuck.
"Wilby is allowed to say it," he finally told him.
"Why wilby allowed and not me?" He whined.
"Because- because Wilby is older!" Wilbur said.
"Bu' i cans still say fuck? So why not allowed!" He shouted, refusing the olders reasoning.
"Look if you say that no-no word one more time, i am taking all your teddies away from you!" He snapped.
Tommy's eyes widened and he began to tear up. He had an extreme attachment to his teddies when he was small. He didn't want them to be taken away.
The door opened and Phil walked in. When he saw crying Tommy and fuming Wilbur, he went to comfort Tommy.
"Wilbur what happened?" He asked as Tommy cried into his shirt.
"I threatened to take away his teddies. That is literally all i did!" He half shouted.
"Wilbur! You know how attached Tommy is to his teddies! You should have said 'no colouring' or something!" He scolded.
Wilbur softened as he realised. He walked over to Tommy and took him off of Phil.
"Oh Strawberry, i'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Do you forgive me?" He asked softly.
"Does Wilby p-promise no' take m-my teddies?" He responded.
"I promise. I won't take away your teddies," he told the regressor.
"Okays i forgive yous," he said.
Wilbur brought him over to the couch and sat him down on his lap. He let the boy fiddle with his hands.
"Wilby i gons ge' my teddies. I fink you need to say sorry to them too," he told him.
"Ok Strawberry," he said.
Tommy got off of his lap and ran over to his bedroom. On the way back, he tripped over.
"Fuck!" He shouted
And then Wilbur went 6 feet under. The end.
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