II Agere Oneshots!

Movie Night (OJ and Balloon)

(Humanized)

Balloon yawned as he stumbled down the stairs, he hated movie night, more than anything else. Unlike OJ, that's why he always held a movie marathon every Friday night at the hotel. Balloon sat down next to the couch, OJ coming down soon after him, resting his hand on the smaller boy's back.

"Ok so, tonight, how 'bout we watch..." Cheesy began, shuffling through movies.

"Tusk! It's a horror movie, a body horror movie, and perfect for the season."

Pickle raised a brow, attempting to question Cheesy. "But it's su—"

Balloon shuttered at the thought of watching that movie. He hated horror movies, especially body horror ones. But despite all that, he stayed still—after all, he had promised OJ he'd come down for movie night, as he had missed it countless times.

Soon, Balloon began shaking a bit, even more than he was before. He shouldn't have come down there, he knew his ignorance could get him in trouble.

"Just quit it, Balloon, you're being a total baby." He told himself, he pulled his knees to his chest and shuttered,not even noticing the placement of his thumb loosely between his lips

Luckily, OJ noticed this. He knew the signs of someone slipping into "their space", and was very familiar with Balloon's.

OJ shuffled closer to Balloon, he lightly tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, you wanna go up and have some space, hun?" He whispered softly, the voice was comforting, making Balloon slip even further, he nodded his head.

OJ excused himself and led Balloon upstairs to his hotel room to grab some things, and then into their "special space". This place being a small room made for Balloon's regression, OJ knew he needed this, it was the least he could do for him.

OJ noticed Balloon's lack of balance and shakiness when walking, they soon sat down on a small blanket.

Once Balloon entered the room he dropped to his knees and began to crawl around his little nursery, his shape sorter immediately catching his attention.

OJ noticed Balloon's attire, his hoodie and jeans seemed to make him itchy, he was clearly uncomfortable.

"Hey, sweetheart, you want to go change? Papa has some sweatpants for you!" OJ cooed, patting the space next to him.

The smaller object whined, seemingly not able to form words, that didn't surprise OJ though.

"Papa can help you if you'd like!"

Balloon reconsidered the offer, he was pretty uncomfortable, and it's not like he could sleep in these clothes. Balloon nodded, making grabbing motions with his hands to be picked up.

After a few minutes of relative crankiness from Balloon, he finally had received a different outfit. Soon Balloon began tugging at OJ's shirt, wanting to be put back down.

OJ set Balloon down on his soft clothes, sitting down along with him, now watching his baby play with his shape sorter again. Balloon loved his "bigger" toys, but the smaller he was mentally, the harder the toy got! Balloon was beginning to get frustrated with the plaything. He needed something simpler!

OJ took notice of his little one's mood, wishing to better it.

"Hey sweetheart, you want to try something else?" OJ asked gently, Balloon nodded and reached for a small set of rattles, making grabbing motions towards the comfort objects. OJ handed them to him lovingly. Balloon began to crawl towards OJ and positioned himself in his lap.

"Papa, paci."

"Aww. You want your paci, bud?"

"Yes yes!"

OJ began looking through the small plastic containers holding his baby's things, soon finding his pacifier and giving it to him. He suckled on the comfort object quickly at first, then it soon slowed. Balloon's sleepiness was immediately triggered, the shaking of his rattle also slowed until it completely stopped.

"Aww, you tired, sweetheart?" OJ asked, rubbing the baby's arms.

"Mhm... But want play more!" Balloon babbled out, resting his head on OJ's chest.

"Oh no baby... You need your sleep, don't you think it's time for a nap?"

"Nuh-uh..." Balloon mumbled, kicking his legs lightly.

Despite Balloon's protests, OJ began to softly rock him, kissing his forehead lightly. His eyelids began to droop and his grip on OJ loosened, and soon fell into a deep slumber.

OJ held Balloon close, walking over to Balloon's small bed, he shuffled around a bit as OJ tried to make him comfortable.

"Night Night, baby... Sleep well, little one." OJ whispered, resting him firmly in his bed.