dsmp age regression oneshots

an institution with a troubled child

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

this oneshot is set in the universe of my book, 'an institution for troubled children'. it is totally understandable on its own though!

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foolish stares emptily up at the ceiling in his dorm, listening to punz moving about in their shared living area. the blond has just got home, and foolish is trying to swiftly mentally prepare himself to put on a happy front when the blond eventually makes his way to their bedroom.

he feels like there is some other reason why he is supposed to be happy right now, some other insensitive to force the easy emotion, but he can't remember exactly what.

footsteps proceed towards the bedroom and foolish pre-prepares his smile he lifts his phone above his head and pretends he was distracted with that rather than just staring at nothing and wallowing in numbness.

the door swings open. "hey foolish!"

"hi punz," he replies equally as chirpy, sitting up to look over at the blond better as he heads over to his bed. "where've you been all evening?" he asks, having not seen the other since they were at the hall for dinner a few hours ago.

"busy," the blond replies with a smirk, taking his sweater off and discarding it on his desk chair before collapsing back into his bed with a heavy sigh.

"i'm guessing that means you were fucking sapnap then?" the brunette guesses, earning himself an incredibly telling snort in response. "gross," he mumbles light-heartedly, grimacing at his friend.

punz opens his mouth to respond, probably some kind of playfully argumentative retort, but it's cut preemptively short by the sound of gentle taps against their dorm door.

"are you expecting someone?" punz asks, making no move to get up and get the door himself.

oh! that's why foolish was supposed to be happy!

"yeah, it's karl," he says, discarding his blankets to the side as he gets up from the bed.

punz raises a suggestive eyebrow at him and he pointedly ignores it, acting like his heart isn't thumping out of his chest as he makes his way out of the room (he closes the door as he goes, for good measure).

with the door shut and punz's view of him blocked, he maybe possibly speeds up a little so he can get to the door quicker.

it's weird to him, how one moment he can be dreading having to act happy and then, mere moments later, he finds that he is legitimately happy, simply because of the presence of company.

maybe he's just a people person.

he pulls open the door, a little surprised when he first sees bad, but smiling double as hard when his eyes flick over to karl. "hi," he greets, hoping it sounds like he's speaking to both of them.