Creepypasta age regression

💛- Papa will protect you -📸

Caregiver: hoodie/Brian
Little:masky/Tim

Running. Running. Running. Trees whipped at his face, the wind pushed against him. Tim was running through a forest, but he blinked and suddenly he was tripping over some tree roots.He blinked again- . Something was definitely chasing him. He didn't know what. But he knew this wasn't the first time it had given chase. Tim turned around to see if he could fight of his attacker, but no. He looked down and the grassy floor left him.

Falling. Falling. Falling-

He woke up gasping sitting straight up in bed, gasping for air and clawing at his sheets, throwing them as far away as possible. He struggled to catch his breath, and tears pushed against his eyes. He wiped them away, trying to regain his composure. It was too quiet. The silence of his bedroom was pressing in, crushing his lungs.

Tim rolled out of bed and began to walk into the kitchen , not sure how but knowing that something in there would help him. He grabs him self some water, blinking through the tears that had returned. He was breathing a bit easier, he drank the water hands shaking a bit it was hard for him to hold onto it was like his Motor functions were going hey wire. He starts to think back the dream he just had it was overwhelming, why was it overwhelming, it shouldn't be overwhelming- I'm fine it's ok I'm fine oh.

His little space had finally pressed in, his brain trying to protect itself against the terrifying nightmare that it had been having all too often recently. He brain tried to focus on what would make him feel better , and he came to the conclusion he needed his caregiver he needed Brian.

Tim walked to Brian's door and knocked he was desperate to get to his caregiver! After a few minutes that felt like an hour he here's a groggy voice say "come in"

Tim walks inside the room before he could speak brain says "people need to get sleep you know? What the fuck are doing up at this ungodly hour?" He said in a little bit of agitated voice but he honestly wasn't angry.

Tim little brain was ecstatic to hear his caregiver's voice, but Tim didn't know how to deal with the anger and bad words being thrown at him. He was really crying at this point, trying not to hyperventilate. He let out a big gasp and some hiccups, he inevitably curled into a ball on the floor every thing was to much and he honestly thought his care giver was mad at him, which caught Brians attention he immediately realized his friend was regressed he realized his mistake and it broke his heart ,he began to soften his voice. "Tim? I'm sorry for for saying that to you I promise I'm not mad, I didn't want to make you cry little one? Can you please t alk to me about why you are so upset ." Brain began to crouch down to eye level with Tim and stroke his hair to calm him down.

But Tim couldn't say anything, he could only cry harder. It was very clear at this point that something was wrong and something so bad happened it probably made him regress, so Brian tried to figure out how to help. Brian scooped Tim of the floor and placed him in his lap .Tim immediately hid his face in Brian's shoulder and continued to cry "Tim? Can you please look at me ? Can I see my baby?"It took some convincing , but eventually Brian convinced Tim to look at him. Tim looked like a mess he had tears streaming down his face and he looked so tired he was really distressed "Oh, my baby boy, what's wrong?" Said Brian as he rubbed his littles back

Tim tried to talk through his hiccups, and the tears in his eyes slowed down due to the comfort he was receiving from his caregiver .Tim began to talk "Had a ni- a night-" he couldn't quite get it out.

"Oh, poor thing, the nightmare? I'm so sorry, little guys like you shouldn't have to go through that. You're so brave, sweet heart, and I'm so proud of you for coming to me and trusting me to take care of you ."said Brian in a soothing and caring tone

Tim whined at the praise- he never agreed when people complimented him, but he loved it all the same. "Every thing just to much right now for me to handle papa." He looked at Brian through watery eyes.

Brain thinks for a second and asks " have you took your meds today? "

Tim paused to think about it and then shook his head no

Brain sighs affectionately and softly says " you need to remember to take those they will help you a lot sweetheart they will make you feel better!" Brain slowly getting up and places Tim on his hip , brain thought about Tim's eating habits and why he was so light but decided not to bring it up because he didn't want to upset him. Brain looks at Tim and in a baby voice like you would talk to a actual baby says "alright baby boy let's go get you some medicine way my little guy can feel better! V how does that sound? I promise it will help keep away those nightmare!"

Tim was to tired to protest he just shook his head yes and clinged onto Brian like his life was dependent on it.

Brain saw this and chuckled and he softly said " good boy" as he carried him to the kitchen and sat him on the counter.

Tim whined in protest but finally gave in and let go of Brian. Brain patted his head and said don't worry I'm not going far I'm just going to get your medicine and something for you to drink I will be be back I promise!" 

Brain quickly pulled out a sippy cup and filled it with  apple juice he was afraid that Tim would drop an actual glass due to how small he is. Finally he grab Tim's meds and got out the correct Douse .

Brain walked back over and handed Tim both of the items the said "here you go sweet prince~" in a loving fatherly voice .

Tim took the medication and said " thank you" in a small polite voice

Brain picks Tim back up onto his hip and kisses his forehead platonically " what good manners you have? I wonder who taught you to be such a good boy! Well isn't papa lucky? " Brian talking about himself in the third person plus all the compliments made Tim giggle.

Brain continued to baby him by saying " your so brave to! You are the most perfect little boy out there"  Tim was soaking in all the affection.

"Well, if my brave little boy can be brave enough to get back in bed, I can play some lullabies for you. You can sleep in daddies bed if you want ." Brian was trying to convince Tim to go to sleep he was worried about his little ones well being.

Tim started to get worried he doesn't want to have another nightmare "But- but I don't wanna go back there!"

"Sweet heart, daddy is right here and he's going to protect his little boy from nightmares! I promise Nothing can hurt you because papa's right here." Brian was trying his best to convince Tim to sleep .

He didn't look convinced, but Tim was also exhausted and really did want to fall asleep, "Pwomise?"

"I promise, little one ."said Tim softly

Tim nodded and Brian made his way back over to his bed with his little boy . He dragged the sheets and blankets on both of them as best he could,he handed Tim a raccoon plushie At some point during. He went on his phone and found soothing music for both of them to fall asleep to and turned it,

"Alright buddy, have you got Everything you need ?" Tim nodded, but then gave a little hum of affirmation. "Alright, let daddy rock you to sleep" Brian begins to slowly rock Tim back and forth ." I really am proud of you for coming to me for help, I know you don't like to rely on others so I know that was hard to do that was so brave of you. Now I can chase away the scary dreams." He began to hum and sing softly, lulling Tim to sleep slowly but surely.

It took about 15 minutes for him to be out completely, and Brain rocked him for ten more just for good measure, but it was worth it to see his little guy sleeping so peacefully, complete with a little smile on his face.

Taking care of Tim it made him so happy he loved his little boy so much. After a while Brian drifted of to sleep it was the best they both have slept in months !