Dream smp age regression one-shots

The Stargazer

Little - Ranboo(8)
Caregiver - No one
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This is particularly a vent piece. Read with caution. Littles, I recommend you skip this if you are regressed.
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Ranboo likes to stargaze. Small images from when he was regressed and stargazing and the one time he wasn't.
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Trigger warnings - Thoughts of suicide(ONLY HINTED AT), crying.
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- The first night -
Ranboo had always been fascinated by the stars. Ever since he was a child he had found them beautiful. The small lights in the sky, hiding behind the clouds, only showing when they wanted to.

A night when Ranboo was regressed he had gone out to see the stars, he sat calmly. Looking at the moon, its bright light shining on him, he often felt the moon, was his only friend. Ranboo had sat directly in the light from the moon, and had laid back on the grass.

It has rained before, the grass smelt of rain, it was one of Ranboo's favourite smells. Favourite feelings. Favourite things.

Then came the stars, the bright lights in the sky, shining down on him. A friend. Friends. That's what the stars were. The stars looked down on him, and took care of him. They told him where to go. They are home.
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- Time 2 -
The second time Ranboo went to watch the stars was when he was crying. Fresh tears, they didn't burn, but his eyes were starting to hurt, and his throat kept closing when he cried out.

He wasn't sure why he was crying, but he was. He sat in front of the stars and cried to them. Told them his worries, his pains.

Ranboo cried to the stars for help, for advice but his friends in the sky could not give him the words he wanted to hear. They could only look down at him in pity.

After all the crying, the admitting, the horrid screaming, he regressed. Ranboo curled up on the grass, tears staining his face, and with the company of the stars he fell asleep.
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- Time 3 -
The 3rd time Ranboo visited the stars was with a book, it was brown and the name was scribbled in horrible writing and it said the memory book. When Ranboo brought it to the stars he drew pictures of people, a pink haired man with a large axe in one hand, and a blonde haired boy with a disc in his hand.

He drew pictures of a man with wings and a hat on, and a pink haired woman. He drew a egg, with an angry face on it. And a boy with brown hair and an odd mark on his face. He drew of a green hoodie and mask, with a book in his hand, he drew of a pale creature holding blue in his hand. He drew a blue sheep next to the pale creature with the blue.

The drawings weren't good, no one ever said they were. But Ranboo thought the stars would be proud. He drew a woman with big wings and a mask covering her face, a small smile underneath it. She was placed near the winged man. But Ranboo also drew a man in a brown coat with a button in one hand. Ranboo didn't seem to like that one as he scribbled it out.

Ranboo drew bees and flowers and showed them all to the stars. The stars looked down their light a sign of praise.

Ranboo drew the stars, he drew the shapes he could make and he drew a blue sheep in the sky with the pale creature. He drew the woman with the wings in the sky.
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- Time 4 -
The 4th time Ranboo visited, he seemed tired. A pacifier sat in his mouth and his bear was being dragged behind him. He sat on the floor looking up at the stars.

Even in his regressed state he saw how beautiful the stars were. How they gently shined. Reader, whoever you may be, are you aware of the tale of Icarus? If you are not, he flew to close to the sun, it was the death of him.

Ranboo felt like Icarus in that moment, like he was flying to close to the sun, no. Not the sun. The sun that burned his eyes. The stars. He felt he was flying to close to them. And it was a feeling off peace.

In his peaceful state he babbled and mumbled, occasionally tasting the grass. And in his opinion, it did not taste yummy. Ranboo tonight wasn't there for long. But he felt it was one of the best nights of his life. The sky was beautiful and comforting and kind.

It was not like the unkind words of those around him, the stars made him feel happy. Feel safe.
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- Time 5 -
It wasn't often, but Ranboo sometimes couldn't get out of bed to vist the stars.

He would leave the curtains open and then that night when in bed  he would look at the stars in all their glory. Because if we are being honest those stars are beautiful. They are soft and comforting, the sunset looking as if you had taken a match to the sky and watched it light.

Ranboo had a thought. He had a plan. To be a sunset, and a star. He was having a horrible time. He couldn't cope. And so, he planned. And he was ready. (Same, Ranboo, same). But he had paused and made a choice.

Now was not his time. And Ranboo thought of that now while looking at the stars. It was not his time yet. And while he knew he would be a beautiful sunset one day. And a glowing star.

He was not ready yet.
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I'm very sorry for not writing much during the summer and I want to give you a explanation. It'll be simple.

It November of 2021 I met someone, and I fell in love, and I haven't felt love like it and in February (February 4th) of 2021 me and her began dating. It was long distance. She lives in California and I'm in the UK.
I didn't notice how she was mistreating me at first till it took its toll. And it led to practically sleepless nights while trying to talk her out of things. Stupid stupid things.

And while I look back on that now and wonder how I didn't notice, how I didn't know what was happening. To cut a long and exhausting story short she lied and manipulated me one to many times and in many ways ruined my mental health.

And this past summer, she messed around with me. And I just crashed, and the majority of the last summer was spent with me in bed, to tired to write. Or to function. I felt lost and I debated on being a sunset. And I'm still dealing with the crash but I'm going to get help.

I also, reviewed who I was and how I showed myself. I found myself, and now I am learning the keyboard and saving up for a drum kit. Things will get better. I stared my grief in the eyes and I coped, and I realised things I don't ever want to realise again.

But I'm back. And I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's longer but it works, good day, I love you all, and take care, until I post again. - Ghost/Ollie/Preston (Ghost is my new name. Please call me it in the comments I want to try the name out.)

Date of posting - Thursday September 15 2022
Time of posting - 1:40am
Word count - 1273