Little George - Age Regression

"Keeping a secret"

"George, stop throwing that stupid ball, we're trying to concentrate" Sapnap calls from the couch, controller in hand, eyes focused on the TV, Karl sitting next to him nodding with Sapnap's statement.

"Yeah, stop it George, it's annoying" Quackity, to Sapnap's other side adds, all three of them with their eyes glued to their video-game.

"But-" George starts, voice small and high pitched, the ball bouncing past him and rolling to a halt against the kitchen cabinet behind him with a quiet thump.

"No. No but. Just stop it now!" Sapnap snapped, turning his head around, eyes wide and mouth agape showing off his teeth.

George jumped back slightly, letting his head fall protectively to his chest, arms crossing over it.

"Sapnap, that's enough, leave him alone" The blond calls, the smaller brunet running into his arms on the other couch, burrowing his head in his chest, small tears seeping into the thick hoodie.

"Oh stop crying George. You're nearly 26 years old, you can't pout like this, stop acting stupid." Quackity quips, loosening his eyes from the screen to look at the boy huddled up in Dream's arms, a little steadily sobbing ball.

"Hey Georgie? It's okay, you're alright, it's all good" the blond shushed, petting over his back and hair, trying to calm him without being too obvious in front of their friends. None of them were aware of George's regression, them just teasing him whenever he was younger mentally and acted like it.

"Don't encourage this" Karl pointed at Dream, the blond only rolling his eyes and continuing his back petting and whispering.

"Sana is mean!" George mumbled, slightly lifting his head from Dream's chest and wipping away the wetness on his cheeks, using the long sleeves that fell over his hands.

"Yeah, Sapnap was mean to you, I know baby" Dream agreed with the boy, who now sent an angry pout across the room, towards the youngest, his back against the broader shoulders of the blond.

"Wanna play ball Dream! Play ball!" George bent his head up to the blond to connect their eyes, painting a sad expression onto his features, to persuade him into agreeing.

"I know you do, but the others are playing video games right now so we can't play here" George's cogs turned and he snapped around, an excited glow on his face.

"We play outside Dream? Please play outside" he hops up and down, his giddiness making Dream smile and so he nods.

"Yes we can go play ball outside. Go get your shoes on, I'll be right there" George, smiling wide, jumps from the blond's lap, waving a quick hand to the men playing video games, and heading out of sight into the hallway.

"You guys are weird" Quackity huffed under his breath, the blond hearing it anyways, making him roll his eyes once more as he stood from the couch.

"Dream! Dream! I has shoes! We go outside now?" The little grabbed the blond's hand and pulled him to the door, placing his fingers on the knob as to tell him to open it.

"Have a little patience baby, look I don't even have my shoes on yet!" Dream pointed down to his toes wiggling in his white socks.

George followed his hand and quickly bent down to take the largest pair of shoes from the pile, throwing them at the blond, signalling him to hurry up.

Dream chuckles quietly as he slips the sneakers on his feet, handing the small blue ball that he had picked up on his way to the hallway, to George, who bounces it on the hallway's tile floor, chuckling deeply as it jumps back up in front of his face.

As soon as Dream's shoes sat tightly on his feet he opened the door, watching as George sped past him, jumping the steps and excitedly bouncing the ball on the pavement of their driveway, giggling as it rolled down the slightly steep ground.