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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: Techno Little: Tommy (2) Other: Bullies, Phil
Tommy walked into school, dreading the day to come. Wilbur and Techno had walked off, leaving him alone and defenceless. The perfect opportunity for his bullies.
"Hey Tommy! Your 'family' finally kick you out like all the others?" The biggest, Dream, taunted.
"N-no! They love me!" Tommy shouted back.
"Aw is the little boy scarwed?" Mocked Sapnap.
"I-i'm not scared!" He quickly answered, cursing the stuttor.
The two boys burst into laughter. Dream grabbed him by his shirt and threw him against the locker. He crashed against it and fell to the floor. Sapnap kicked him in the stomach.
"Please stop!" Tommy cried.
The boys snickered. Dream pucked him back up, only to punch him in the face. When he tried to retaliate against the green boi he got another punch in the stomach.
Tommy could feel everything start to get bigger. He was regressing. But he was in school. He couldn't regress in school.
He fell to the floor and got kicked. He started crying, his little mind not understanding why he was getting hurt.
"Come on Dream. Lets leave him here," Sapnap said before both boys walked off.
And that's where Techno found him. Beat up and regressed on the floor of the hallway. He quickly rushed to his brother.
"Tommy what happened?!" He asked, worry slipping into his voice.
"Techie! I-i wan gun home!" He whined.
He realised that the younger had regressed. Probably from whatever had happened.
"Ok i'll bring you home Theseus," he told him, picking him up.
He whined as he was picked up, his injuries hurting. He noticed this, and decided it would be best to call Phil as they went home.
"Hey mate what's up?" Phil said.
Tommy smiled slightly at hearing his voice. Even though he wasn't his Caregiver, he was still his dad.
"Something happened with Tommy and he's hurt and kinda...uh...small," he explained.
"Do you want me to pick you up?" He asked, worry evident.
"Yeah please. And bring a first aid kit wouldcha?" He replied.
Techno walked out the school (not before dealing with a annoyed receptionist) and sat in the car park waiting. All the while, Tommy babbled at him. He was content with him only talking, only needing the occasional response from Techno.
"How old are you now Theseus?" He asked.
"Dis olds!" He said, holding up 2 fingers.
"Ok. Before Dad get's here, can you tell me what hurts?" He asked.
Techno's POV:
"Ok. Before Dad get's here, can you tell me what hurts?" I asked.
His face fell and he started squirming. He clearly was uncomfortable, which only made my worry spike.
"Baby?" I said softly.
He began crying his eyes out. He clearly couldn't decide whether or not to tell me. I pulled him into a hug, hoping the calm him. It worked after a few minutes.
"You don't have to tell me who did it yet. But i need to see your injuries so i can make them better Theseus," i whispered.
"C-cans you make ven feels be'er?" I heard him ask.
"Yes. I can make them feel much better. Just tell me what hurts," i replied.
He carefully crawled off of my lap. He looked up at me, eyes still slightly teary, and lifted up his shirt.
He had an array of black, blues and purple dancing across his stomach.
"M-my tummy hurs. A-and m' cheek," he told me.
"Thank you for telling me," i praised.
Just then Dad pulled into the car park. He opened the door and ran the short distance to us, first aid kit in hand.
"Toms! Are you ok?" He asked.
I took the first aid kit and begun to treat his wounds. All the while dad distracted Tommy.
"There we go Theseus! And you were so brave. You didn't complain at all!" I praised.
"M bave 'ike Techie!" Tommy squealed excitedly.
I picked him up and brought him to the car. Phil got in the front and i went in the back with Tommy. Phil gave him a lolly once he was strapped in, which he happily took. Strawberry.
When we got home, i brought him to his room. I helped him get changed into more comfy clothes (looking away when needed) before bringing him back downstairs.
"Hey Phil can you make us lunch? I'm going to keep the little guy entertained," i asked.
"Sure mate," he responded.
I carried him into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"What do you want to do bud?" I asked softly.
"Cans i pay wif Techie's hair?" He asked, eyes sparkling.
I sighed but undid the plait all the same. Even when he was regressed, he was very gentle. He sat there and did it into a plait. Albeit, not the best, but impressive all the same. By the time he was done, food was ready.
"Ok bud we're going to go the table and eat," i told him, picking him up.
I set him down at the table. He had a small-ish portion of cheesy pasta. He ate it well.
And if after that day, he let himself regress a bit more freely, nobody said anything. If he stopped getting bullied all of a sudden, nothing was mentioned.
Sorry for that lack of updates! I had huge writers block for a while and then stuff happened. I'll try to get more chapters out. I am also working on my new book!
