dsmp little space/ agre one shots :D

little techno / cg wilbur

IM BAAAAAACKK

-i'm gonna use the classic fanon look for techno (pretty much just the long pink hair)
•PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT ITS ALL PLATONIC
TW- SWEARING, REGRESSION SHAME/ DENIAL, PANTS WETTING

please stay safe my lovelies, don't read this if you're sensitive to those things :)

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Only three more days.
Technoblade gets to meet his best friends in three days.

The thought hit him like a truck. Even though they've been planning it for months, it's just now processing.
God, three days. He thought. Holy shit.

Sure, he's beyond excited to meet his friends. He's ecstatic, even. He's been friends with them for years through a computer screen, but he's finally getting to really be with them.
He's excited, but also slightly panicking.
He knows how he gets when he's over excited about something. There's absolutely no way he couldn't let his friends know about it, though.

Technoblade laid on his bed, a mess of emotions stirring in his head.
I shouldn't be scared. They're my friends, they won't care.
No matter how many times Techno tried to reassure himself, he just couldn't quite grasp it. His friends wouldn't ever judge him, but that's only as far as he knew. What if they think it's weird?
He knew that he couldn't regress around them. No way. It's not worth the risk.

The thoughts clouding his mind slowly slowed and dissipated as he let himself drift off to sleep.

Technoblade finally regained his consciousness in the morning from the sun brightly shining through his window.
Even though he was awake now, he felt no motivation to get up. So for the next fifteen minutes, he was laying on his bed dreading the time he had to get up.

When he finally couldn't force his eyes closed anymore, he looked up at the black alarm clock on his side table. It read '11:18 am' in bright red colors.
Technoblade groaned, not realizing how long he slept in. He flipped his head back down, but immediately shot back up when the thought found it's way into his head.

They're coming tomorrow. Fucking tomorrow.

His eyes grew wide as he looked around at the mess of his room. Piles of clothes shoved in corners, some of his little gear sprawled out on the floor, empty cups on his night stand.

Finally, he got out of bed, and headed straight for his kitchen. He fixed himself cereal, and went back upstairs to eat it.
He turned on some music, and started cleaning, stopping everyone once and a while for a bite of his food.
It was all overwhelming, but he knew it needed done for when Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur come.
After picking up the clothes, he turned around to face the stuffed animals, pacifiers, numerous crayons and coloring books, and bottles.
He signed deep, knowing he would have to put them away.
'It wouldn't hurt to do it one more time,' Techno thought. He knew he would have trouble not regressing when they're there, so why not just one more time to get it out of his system?
He stopped himself, remembering that he had to clean. He internally made a deal with himself. Finish cleaning the house, then he can come back and regress for a little bit as a way to 'reward' himself.
So he worked as hard and as fast as he could to finish cleaning, already feeling his headspace creeping up on him. The fog began to take over his mind, but he pushed through.
Soon enough, he finished cleaning. With a smile on his face and headspace clouding up his mind, he made his way back to his room. When he saw all his little gear spread on his floor and bed, and his mind fully dropped. Every ounce of maturity melted away as he got smaller.
After a while, Techno started dozing off. With his paci bobbing between his lips and plushie held tight to his chest, the little soon fell into a deep sleep, forgetting to put away any of his little gear.