DSMP Age Regression

mamas always leaving.

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Little! Tubbo (3-4)
Caregiver! Quackity
Others! Schlatt
                Dream
                Wilbur

Basic plot:
Schlatt and Quackity got into yet another argument around Tubbo and Quackity picked up a new way of helping him take the mind off it. Gambling. This left Tubbo alone most of the time so he went off to find someone to care for him

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"Oh my GOD- I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM QUACKITY. HES 13 NOW, NOT 3 HE NEEDS TO GET A GRIP OF HIMSELF!" schlatts yells filled the whole house as him and Quackity were in the messy main room downstairs and Tubbo was hiding in the closet crying.

"Its a coping mechanism dickhead! Dont be so rude about it! He wouldn't even need to use it if it wasn't for you and your stupid addictions and yelling and abuse all the time!!" Quackity responded, not as loud since he didn't like yelling himself.

This had been a reoccurring thing for the past few weeks. Schlatt would make a comment about Tubbos age regression and Quackity would respond with something Schlatt didn't like and so the alcoholic would take things that next step futher and we land here.

"IM FUCKING LEAVING. TELL ME WHEN HES READY TO BE A MAN AND ILL RETURN INTO HIS PATHETIC LITTLE LIFE!!" Schlatt yelled and then a huge slam of a door was heard which Tubbo flinched at.

"I dont think he'd want you back in his life asshole" Quackity mumbled to himself as he walked up the stairs into his room to try find Tubbo and heard quiet sniffles coming from the closet and opened it to see Tubbo crying his eyes out and clinging onto a little goat teddy schlatt got for him years ago.

"Cmon mi amor, he's all gone now" Quackity said softly to the little and held his arms out for the little to run into and hug him.

"How about you have a small nap baby? Ill be just downstairs making sure the bad man doesn't come back alright?" Quackity said as he sat on the bed, tubbo on his lap and he softly ran his fingers through the littles hair.

Tubbo nodded at the idea of sleep and once he calmed down a little bit, Quackity placed him under the fluffy teddy bear sheets and left the room.

The little helped himself sleep that night by playing with the goat teddy and Pollen the bee and just as he was about to sleep, he didn't miss the quiet click of the door downstairs. The outside door.

He got scared and thought that the bad man was back and tho he was terrified of what would happen, he didn't want anything to happen to Quackity, so he quickly and quietly got out of bed and sat down to slide down the stairs but when he got there, the only noise was some silly Spanish soap on the TV.

"Mama??" Tubbo called out, as loud he could as he clung on tighter to the goat plush. Tho after hearing no response, he looked around the small downstairs of the house. The kitchen, the pantry, the bathroom and even again in the main room but nope. Nobody was there.

His next thought was to go see if Quackity was outside so he went to the front door and opened it, happy it was unlocked so he would be able to try find quackity but again, nobody was there. There was no human like figure in the messy front yard and they didn't have a back yard so he didn't have to check.

He left the door open as he turned back into the house, grabbed his favourite trainers, put them on the wrong feet and left the house, shutting the door and clinging tight to the goat plush as he walked through the dimly lit street.

He made his way to the one other place he knew to get to in hopes he'd find the person he was looking for, until a hand touched his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks, he turned to see who it was. Dream.