MCYT Age Regression

Favorite Day

Plot: Charlie went into little space shortly after having a 4 hour long stream with Quackity. He goes little by himself in an attempt to not to bother Quackity. Quackity finds him all by himself and takes care of him. 

Relationship is whatever you want it to be

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Little: Charlie "Slimecicle" 

Nickname: Slime, Bud

CG: Quackity

Nicknames: Quack, Ducky, Dada

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3rd Person

The two boys just got finished saying goodbye to the stream but the problem was that now one of them was starting to feel like a little boy. There was nothing wrong with that in itself, since Quackity always took care of Charlie, but it's been such a long stream that Charlie didn't want to bother him. So he decided he'd be all little all by himself. 

He headed to the kitchen to pour some orange juice in a sippy cup and make some fast and non-messy snacks for himself. He made it to his bedroom feeling fuzzy minded, and put on some clothes he'd happy and comfortable in. He decided to wear a UFO tee shirt with short overalls and got his favorite alien paci. 

The little stumbled over to his toy chest and grabbed his favorite stuffie, Goop, who was a stuffed beaver, a coloring book and crayons. He grabbed his phone and headphones and played his favorite song, Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey (He loves that song and if you disagree fight me or sum), and started to hum and sing it to himself. 

He heard his stomach growl which meant it was time to eat. He jumped up and started to skip to the kitchen. The little grabbed his sippy cup and some of the snacks he made earlier and jumped over to the living room to eat. He grabbed the remote to turn on his favorite show, Spongebob. 

After a few episodes, he finished his snack but he still felt hungry! He thought about asking his caregiver but decided against it. He went to his room and got his coloring book so he could color and watch cartoons.

He tried to distract himself from being hungry but all his attempts failed and now his stomach was starting to hurt. He still didn't want to bother Quackity and he knew he wasn't allowed to cook so he did what he seemed fit, a last minute decision. 

He started to cry. The hungry little fell to the floor and sobbed and rubbed his eyes. He hated that his tummy wasn't feeling well. He still didn't want to tell his caregiver in fear of being yelled at. Unfortunately, a way too familiar voice spoke from behind, "Oh buddy, what's wrong." The voice sounded caring and soft, the little whipped his head around to see his caregiver. Instead of being happy to see his caregiver, he just cried harder. At this point his paci fell out of his mouth. Quackity walked over to the paci and headed to the kitchen.

The little thought that his caregiver was leaving him so he started to cry harder if it was even possible. The caregiver was just trying to rinse off his paci because it fell to the floor. Quackity came back and popped the paci into the upset littles mouth, picked him up and brought him to the couch, and started to rock him in his arms. The littles crying started to slow and he just now sniffling and taking deep breaths.

"What happened buddy?" Quackity asked in a soft tone, gently taking his paci out of his mouth. "I hungry," he whispered. "Then why didn't you come get me?" the caregiver asked again. "I no bother you," Charlie tried to say starting to get upset again. Quackity put his paci back in his mouth and started to rock him again.

Without warning, Quackity picked up Charlie and placed him on his hip, carrying him to the kitchen. He sat him on one of the stools on the kitchen island and got out a pan. "What do you want to eat?" Quackity asked. "Chi Par!" he yelled. (Chicken Parmesan) Quackity snickered at his response. The caregiver gave the little his phone to watch something on YouTube and started to get the stuff out for the little's meal. 

The food was almost done and the little was starting to get impatient. He was squirming around in his seat and started to whine. "It's almost ready," Quackity said. About a minute later, Quackity put a plate down in front of the excited little. He put his own plate right next to his. "Do you want me to feed you?" Quackity rubbed his cheek. Charlie nodded taking his paci out of his mouth. Quackity kissed his cheek in the spot were he was rubbing it and Charlie giggled. 

Despite getting fed by his caregiver, the littles mouth was so messy with sauce and cheese from his food. Quackity grabbed a paper towel and wiped the littles mouth. Charlie started to yawn. Usually little Charlie was tired after a big meal. Quackity had noticed the sudden tiredness of the little and picked him up. Charlie rubbed his eyes and put his head into his caregivers shoulder.

Quackity was about to walk Charlie to his room before he kicked his feet, "Goop!" "What about him," Quackity yawned as if the sudden sleepiness was contagious. Charlie made grabby hands at the couch. Quackity walked them over to the couch, bent down to pick up the stuffed beaver. The two walked to Quackity's room.

The caregiver laid the sleepy little down tucking him in then getting into the empty spot on the bed next to him. Charlie was practically asleep but when Quackity rubbed his cheek he felt butterflies.

It felt good for the littles stomach to feel better, and he was getting love! The little got a lot of his favorite things today and then at the end he got to be with his favorite person.

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I know I said I wasn't going to post today but I'm finishing this at cheer practice 💀 off my phone💀💀 when I usually do it on my laptop 💀💀💀. I might be able to post another part tomorrow if my softball game is away and not home. Also, I am obsessed with little Charlie so you're probably going to see a lot of him. Have a good day, afternoon, evening, night!

Request are open!

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