dsmp age regression oneshots

mother knows best

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

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when sapnap wakes up, his eyelids feel heavy as if the recent sleep is keeping them glued together. he feels hot all over, face red and feeling undeniably sweaty, but there's a shivering coldness that wraps around his limbs and up his spine that leaves him with uncomfortable goosebumps.

his stomach is churning insatiably, like he hasn't eaten for days even though he knows full well that he had a huge dinner the night before since they ordered pizza.

they'd eaten right before he slipped into babyspace, which he's sure dream was thankful for since it meant he wouldn't have to cook again to accommodate for a baby's eating abilities.

sapnap's tummy suddenly flipped, the feeling rising in his chest like someone had kicked him hard, and his thoughts fell heavy on the outside as he whines loudly.

he rolls onto his side to try and help the pain but it just hurts more so he curls in on himself in the hopes that being smaller would someone fix the issue.

it doesn't.

in fact, sapnap thinks that moving about actually makes it worse, but he can't bring himself to move back to the past position in case it just makes it even worse. he has some subconscious voice that tells him being curled up is the best position, even though he has no evidence to back it up.

sapnap sniffs before he even realises that there are tears in his eyes. he doesn't let them slip out though, because he wants to try and fight them for some unknown reason.

another blood-curdling pain shoots up through his stomach, this time being so bad that his body unconsciously sits up.

as soon as he's upright his eyes cloud over, blood rushing to his head and making the room around him spin.

he doesn't feel the sick building up until it's all over his bedsheets.

he coughs and splutters and feels the tears fall by as he stares cluelessly at the pile of sick on the blanket over his legs, still connected to his mouth by a string of spit that he's too shell-shocked to do anything with.

his body begins to wrack with the force of his cries.

sapnap pulls his legs out from under the duvet, trying his best not to make any more of a mess than he already had as he gets out of the bed and stands on shaky legs.

he wipes at the tears on his face, shivering now at the lack of warmth from his bed and grimacing at the smell.

his stomach feels settled though.

every bone in the ravenette's body tells him to sit down on the floor and cry until someone comes to help but he fights valiantly against them, clinging to a slightly older mindset as he slips out of his room in search of someone that can help.

the hallway is dark and he looks out the window to find the sky in a very similar state.

it makes the little part of him shiver, dreading to think what could be hiding in the shadows.