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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.
It is not a k!nk! This is an entirely sfw story! It is safe!
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Little: Tommy (1) Cg: Ranboo
"Tommy why did you bite Wilbur? You know your racoon teeth can cause serious damage," Phil scolded.
"He was being a dick!" He retorted.
"Well what did he do then?" He asked.
Tommy mumbled something but it was quiet and incoherent.
"Louder please."
"He...he was saying that the gifts were...were just trash and they were worthless," he explained.
"That wasn't nice of Wilbur, but you know that you can't bite. You almost broke his arm. Your grounded for a week. No going out to see friends or electronics," he told the racoon-hybrid.
"What?! No tubbo, ranboo or minecraft!" Tommy shouted.
He stomped up to his room, making sure to slam the door. To his dismay, everything had been taken already. He layed down on his bed frustrated. He couldn't even have his phone!
That's when an idea blossomed in his head. Phil said that he couldn't go see his friends, but what if he didn't. He could go outside and collect gifts. Then he wouldn't be as mad and he wouldn't be grounded!
He leapt out of bed and rabbed his backpack. Then he ran to the window. He opened it and leapt out, no hesitation. He landed and rolled, decreasing damage and possible loud sound. He scurried down the street and into an alley, finding exactly what he needed.
Bins.
Ok so maybe his gifts were trash, but they were special!
He began his work, excitemnt creeping up on him as he finds many shiny things. Shiny things were the best. Soon he had gathered a bunch of shiny things and put them in his bag. He even found £2! (I don't know what this is in dollars and don't care. I'm british. Deal with it)
He decided to spend it in the shop. He could get two big chocolates! Maybe he could even give one to Phil.
He ran to the shop and darted in, making a beeline for the chocolate isle. He was picking it out when he heard a crash.
And a gunshot.
"GIVE ME THE MONEY!" He heard someone shout.
He let out a small squeak as he realised there was a robbery going on. He sat on the floor in front of the isle, scared shitless.
He heard scrambling then what he assumed was money being handed over. Then he heard some muttering.
