☢️Little one your ok now☢️

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by Samantha825429

by Samantha825429

Tw: mentions of torture, starvation, slight ED, SH, and ptsd.
If theirs more let me know

Cg: Tommy

Little: Dream
Age: 0-5

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POV:
Dream

This week was horrible. There was so much torture. I couldn't do it anymore. I just sat in my soul and cried I never cry. I felt so alone, no one was there to hug me anymore. Quackity would not stop, it hurts every time, but he would not stop the torture never stoped.

"I wish it would stop why won't it stop...?"

Dream was fine for now the pain had gone numb and today was supposed to be Quackity's day off that was until he heard the lava start to fall. He panicked his mind felt fuzzy. he tried so hard to just push it away. It didn't work it never worked. he hadn't been small in years not since everybody hated him. He was panicking. He couldn't tell who was coming across all he could think was not today not today. He couldn't think, it was too hard to collect a proper thought way too hard. His brain had too many thoughts as he began to enter a panic attack he was slipping and fast he began to panic more the smaller his brain felt. His mentally younger mindset, making it hard to deal with the very big feelings. The poor man didn't deserve this up all things. Of course, he did deserve some form of punishment. But this isn't what he deserved.

Tommy's pov-

I was going to see dream for one last time I was scared, but I needed to get all of my affairs in line before I completely cut off contact with him. As lava lowered, I saw his body in the corner, but he didn't look like the same man who killed me. he looked scared and small. Almost like a kid.

I felt like maybe I should check on him first I didn't know why, but I was gonna do it . I walked over to the poor man and he flinched. Dream never flinched, even when he met him the first time in the person something was wrong.
"Hey dream are you OK?"

He responded, but he sounded so weak and tired. His words were jumbled, and did not sound like full sentences that an adult would make.
"Y-yea. I fine. No bad" he said. he spoke as a child would. I had started to catch on maybe dream was an age regressor?

" hey bud are you a little? If so, how old are you right now hun?" I spoke and watched him flinch, almost as if he was scared for someone to know.

"Y-yea... I small. I think ftherr? Sorry I no ave answer...." he admitted he was a little. I felt so bad for the pour man and went over and gently gave him a hug. He was so late as I tried to pick him up. I managed to end. Well yelled over to Sam covering his ears.
"IM TAKING HIM HOME WITH ME NO ARGUING"

Of course, Sam didn't agree, but after some very kind persuading and I'm realizing that I was not going to give up, nor was I going to leave until he agreed he tiredly let me take him home.

Too be continued.....

I know it was short but I wanted something for people to read 😅