Lil Trans!Karl (0-2 babyspace)
CG!Wilbur and Niki
Old caregivers: Sap and Quackity
Cw/tw: dysphoria, crying little, fighting, distressed little, unsafe binding,
Deadname: Lilac
Plot: Sapnap and Quackity fight a lot, so when Karl is little and dysphoric, he doesn't have his two loving caregivers to take care of him, so he goes to Wilbur and Niki. After ten times of this happening, Wilbur goes to the Karlnapity household and confronts Sap and Quackity.
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Karl has had his binder on for about 3 weeks, and his caregivers didn't seem to notice. They were too busy fighting with each other than giving attention and affection to their little, who often slips into babyspace.
His ribs hurt so much, but he still wanted to be a real boy. And the yelling outside his bedroom door didn't help at all. They were fighting about something stupid, like how Sapnap had "broken up" the engagement or some crap like that.
Karl covered his ears with his sweater paws, and squeezed his eyes shut. The noise didn't go away though.
"Sapnap why did you break this up?! We were suppose to have a happy marriage with Lilac, but look what you've done!"
Karl winced at the deadname. He knew they didn't listen to him coming out, mostly because they were fighting all the god damn time.
He tried to get up, but then he heard a crack. Pain was all he felt. He knew who would help. Mama Niki and Papa Wilbur. That's who.
He ran out his room, past the fighting boys, and out the door.
His ribs were giving out, causing him to cry harder. But he pushed though the pain. The pain was too much to handle. He fell deep into little space. Baby space even.
He couldn't walk, his legs felt too weak. So he tried to crawl and walk to Wilbur's house, praying he'd be home.
After 10 minutes of crawling and struggling to walk, he made it to Wilbur's doorstep.
Before he could knock, the door opened. Wilbur was there. Wilbur was able to hear his loud sobs from a few minutes away.
"Oh Karl, what happened?" Wilbur asked, his voice softened as to not scare the mentally younger. "Sap 'n Quack figh' 'gan" the younger tried to explain. "Wib hur' lots"
"Your ribs hurt? How long have you been wearing your binder? I'm not mad, I just want to know."
"Tee weeks"
"Three weeks? Well that's no good, let's come inside so we can fix your ribs." Wilbur gently picked up Karl, and sat him on the couch.
"Before we start anything, how old are you feeling?" Karl held up 2 fingers.
"Now, do you want me to take off your binder, or do you want Niki to do it?" Wilbur wanted Karl to be safe, but he also didn't want to push his boundaries.
" 'ama Niki!" He smiled.
Wilbur called up Niki, and she came real quick.
She smiled widely when she saw little Karl smiling. "Hi bubs! I heard you want me to take off your binder, is that right?" She asked, keeping up her cheerful tone. This made the little even more happy. He nodded, and she took him to her guest room.
"Ok, now let's get this off." She said in a childishly serious tone. He took off his shirt, revealing the binder.
She slipped it off with a little bit of struggle, but it was off. She put his shirt back on with her eyes closed.
