Dream smp age regression one-shots

Grief is...difficult

Little - Tommy (8 - 1)
Caregiver(s) - Techno, Wilbur
Information -
Tommy loses his pet, his dog, who he called his best friend, and he doesn't know what to do.
Trigger warning(s) -
Loss of a pet, grief, crying, panic attacks
DO NOT READ WHEN REGRESSED
Idk if Tommyinnit actually has dogs or what but I need to like vent writing thingy.
And again I am putting my own things onto Tommy because grief from like 2020 has just hit me 👍
|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
Day 1 - 6:00am
Techno woke up to banging on his door. Yawning and remaining half asleep, Techno opened the door and Tommy was there crying.
"Hey, Toms, what's wrong?" The first thing Techno noticed was how fast Tommy's breathing was. Brining Tommy into his room he bent down in front of him and spoke in a low but gentle voice.
"Tommy, can you take 5 deep breaths for me." Techno instructed softly. Tommy's breathing was shaky at first, but after many minutes of coaching him through the panic attack he had calmed down. But was still crying.
"Tommy, what happened bub?" Techno asked softly.
"Doggie gwo bwe bwe!!" Tommy cried before hugging Techno tightly.
"Oh baby, shh.." Techno just held him. Soon Tommy fell asleep and while he was curled up in Techno's bed under what looked like hundreds of blankets, but was only 3, he remained asleep. Techno went and explained to Wilbur about what had been said.
"What do we do?" Wilbur asked.
"We can keep him busy, we our best, but he's gonna find a way to grieve." Techno explained (the kinda thing I was told, it's wrong I'm sorry but it's what I was kinda told.)
"Okay," Tommy then ran downstairs. Tears flowing. Crashing into Wilburs chest he cried about his dog, Wilbur just held him muttering what he hoped where soothing things, Tommy didn't talk that day.
Day 2 - 3:00am
Wilbur woke up to Tommy tapping him, confused he looked at Tommy and still mostly asleep Tommy explained.
"M thwugwt ywo gon!!" (I thought you gone) Tommy cried, Wilbur just hugged him till he fell asleep, Tommy didn't talk for most of that day, he just wanted cuddles.
Day 3 - 7pm
Tommy was in babyspace and was curled in Techno's arms while crying. Tommy felt as if his heart had been snapped in two, he loved his dog, it was his best friend.
Day 4 - 4:00pm
Tommy had shut down on himself, he'd curled up in bed, not answering when any questions got asked, biting on his thumb for half of the time, tears had dried on his cheeks, he felt angry, he wasn't there, did he dog know he loved him? What if his dog hated him now? Tommy's thoughts only got worse, he would spend that night curled in Techno's arms crying.

Do you want a part 2? I might do one.

Something to know about grief -
Grief never goes, you don't even really ever stop grieving, you just learn to cope. But it's still there.

I did put my own current things into this, I lost a pet 2 years ago and then I think one last year (That makes me sound bad) both of which I was close with. And I thought I was okay but no grief just came back and has completely wiped me out today so fun 🤩
|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
Date of posting - Saturday 28 May
Time of posting - 00:00
Word count - 580

Goodbye all -

Preston/Pastor/Ollie