DSMP Age Regression

i forgot 'gain

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Angst (fluff at end dw-) becos my mental health is deteriorating so I feel like writing some relatable bs rn-

Little! Ranboo
CGs! Tubbo and Tommy
Others! Techno

Setting:
Minecraft irl?? Typa thingie?? Idk-

Basic plot:
Ranboo had woken up from a nap and realised he had no idea where he was, he had forgot what anyone including himself looked like and regressed for into babyspace whilst panicking and crying.

TWs: derealisation, panicking/crying little, forgetfulness, cuts/blisters
If there's more please feel free to tell me and I'll add them on!

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Ranboo woke up from his nap and had immediate shock when nothing around him looked familiar or even felt real. He even rubbed his hands together and it felt like he was touching silicone rubber, it just didn't feel right.

He brought his hands to feel his face and even then, it was the same rubbery texture, he hated it. The features he felt on himself didn't seem real and it felt like he wasn't actually a part of reality anymore.

He felt like screaming and crying. Where even was he?! He looked around the room to see some clothes in a pile on top of the laundry basket instead of inside it, he saw a TV which seemed to be paused on something which he also forgot what it was. And he saw some chests which had signs infront of them.

"Ranboo's things"
"Tubbo's things"
"Michael's toy box"
"Little things"

He was beyond confused, scared, upset and just a bunch of mixed emotions. He had the idea to look through the chests but were they even his? Who even was he??

He got up and started looking in some other rooms, hoping for some familiarity until he opened a bathroom door and was immediately greeted with...someone doing the same thing??

There was a panicked look and when Ranboo took a step forward, so did the other person and when Ranboo moved his arm, the other person did the same. Ah-... a mirror!

Ranboo looked closely at his reflection and was brought to the surprise that he had..horns? He reached his hands up to touch them but oh how he regretted it.

It was just that same aggravating burnt rubber feeling and he couldn't take it. He felt the burning sting of tears falling down his face and he just slowly guided himself to sit on the floor and hugged his knees tight as he cried more.

He was crying too much to even care that he was slipping at an alarming rate and was quickly in a mixed headspace of 0-1 and his head was hurting from the crying but he couldn't stop. Not until he knew where he was.

"Boo, are you crying prince? Can I come in to help?" There was a small knock at the door and the voice didn't even sound familiar but it sounded...welcoming and the soft honey tone from it rung in Ranboos ears.

He wanted to answer the door but he didn't want to move well- more like he couldn't move. He didn't have the energy for it and with the headspace he was in, he felt too young to move.

He just whined a bit at the door through muffled but continued sobs since he had his thumb in his mouth.

Tubbo didn't know what to take the whine as but honestly he wasn't just gonna walk away if Ranboo did say no. He had to make sure the little was okay.

So Tubbo slid the door open and was heart-broken at the sight before him. Ranboos shirt and sleeve were soaked in tears and his face had a few blisters and cuts from the burning of his tears.

"Prince what happened??" Tubbo asked as he gently made his was over to Ranboo. The little was shocked, scared and confused. He had no idea who this guy was yet he for some reason wanted hugs from him.