MCYT Age Regression

Want Sand!

Plot: It's the stream and Skeppy obviously wants sand, he gets so worked up that he cries and throws a fit on stream, thankfully his face cam isn't on and the fans think it's a joke. When they end the stream, BadBoyHalo has to calm him down, unfortunately when it comes to Skeppy, it isn't easy to comfort him.

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Little: Skeppy
Nicknames: Baby, Gem
CG: BadBoyHalo
Nicknames: Bad, Dada

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This day couldn't get any worse for Skeppy. His phone wasn't plugged in when he woke up, he ran out of milk, and hasn't ate all day because  he ate the last of the dino nuggets last week. And if it couldn't get worse, he was regressing during his stream. He was just happy that it wasn't a face cam stream. The only good things were that Bad was there and they were playing Minecraft. 

Skeppy was eyeing the clock every minute waiting for it to change. By now he felt about five years old. He was also mad. Why? Authorities don't know to this day. The diamond boy started whining no longer caring that he was streaming. "Oh my goodness, what Skeppy," Bad scoffed. Skeppy thought about what to say next. If he was acting up then Bad would give him attention. Any kind of attention was still attention to the little, even if it was bad. 

"Bad, sand," the little whined. Bad was confused. He was fine at the beginning of the stream,  is he acting childish for the stream or was he regressing? Bad decided to wait a bit longer to see how he was acting. "Sand," Skeppy held out the word still whining. The more he complained, the younger he felt. "You want sand?" Bad asked. "Yes dummy," Skeppy spat. That convinced Bad that his theory was right, Skeppy was regressing. Know Bad had to convince Skeppy to end the stream without being blunt. "Skeppy I don't have any sand, why don't we get some tomorrow?" Bad questioned. He hoped that the little got the memo. "No want sand now!" Skeppy yelled. Bad sighed, he was going to have to try harder. "We are nowhere around sand, we'll have to find some tomorrow," Bad tries to emphasize on tomorrow. Skeppy didn't realize that Bad was trying to help him. "I want sand now," Skeppy cried. The little was just screaming and crying. He looked at the chat and everyone seemed to think that it was a joke. Bad just hoped that he didn't look at the chat. Skeppy continued to scream and cry, demanding sand. Bad started hitting his head on his desk not knowing what to do. he finally got an idea, it could work or go haywire. Bad screamed back at Skeppy, "I don't have any sand Skeppy and we are no where near it either. We are going to have to find some tomorrow." Skeppy was silent, no hiccups, no sniffles, nothing. It started to worry Bad. "Why don't we end our streams because it's already late?" Skeppy quickly ended the stream and left the team speak. "Guys I think Skeppy's upset. I'll go check on the big baby before I go to bed. Bye guys!" Bad ended the stream and decided not to check Twitter. The content that everyone just got in the last 10 minutes, Bad knew Twitter was going to have a field day. 

A few minutes later  Bad called Skeppy to check on him. "What," Skeppy voice cracked and Bad's heart broke a little. "Baby, what's wrong?" Bad asked sweetly. "Bad day," the little cried. "Oh no, don't cry I'll come over. Do you want anything from the store little gem?" Skeppy started to feel a little bit better hearing Bad's voice. "Want nuggy and milk," Skeppy answered. "I'll go get some for you if you can do some things for me," Bad said getting his shoes on. Skeppy didn't say anything but he waited for Bad to say something. "Are you big enough to preheat the oven?" Bad asked. Skeppy hummed in response and skipped over to his oven and preheated it to 400 degrees F (204? C). "Done!" Skeppy smiled. "Good job! Now get into something comfortable and put a bottle or sippy cup on the counter for me I'll be there soon," Bad said heading out of his driveway. "Bu-Bye Dada!" Skeppy giggled. "Bye little gem," Bad said hanging up the call.

Bad got to the grocery store, grabbing a basket. He knew that he would get more than he needed. {WARING: Do NOT read if you are hungry, or do, I'm not your parent/caregiver.} He grabbed the milk and dino nuggets for Skeppy. All of a sudden, he saw it, the sale sign. Despite knowing it was a trap, Bad walked over to it anyways. He saw cookies, brownies, cakes, and much more sweets on the table. "$2.19 brownies that were originally $3.14?" Bad scoffed, "That's a steal." He grabbed the brownies and some cinnamon rolls. Before he could grab more, he gained consciousness and stepped away. He grabbed himself a soda and headed to self checkout. As he was checking out, the buff Walmart employee was staring at Bad as if his intention was to steal. Bad noticed and stared to speed up. He left the store as quick as he could. 

Bad knocked on Skeppy's door. Soon, he heard Skeppy knock back and giggle. "Skeppy," Bad laughed. Skeppy unlocked the door and ran away. Bad invited himself in and put everything on the counter. He grabbed a pan and put Skeppy's nuggets on it. He decided to make all of them so he had some to eat himself. He stuck it in the oven and noticed the bottle on the counter. He was clearly 1-3. Bad poured the milk in the bottle and carried it to the living room to where Skeppy was watching Bluey. "Here you go baby," Bad handed the bottle to Skeppy. The little wasted no time putting the bottle in his mouth. 

The oven beeped and Bad went to go make a plate for the little and himself and took it to the living room. "Be careful it's hot," Bad warned taking the little bottle to the kitchen to fill it again. Skeppy poked at the nuggets as if they would magically cool down. Bad came back with his bottle and brownies. Skeppy clapped and smiled. He clearly wanted them. "Not now baby, you have to eat your food first." The little didn't whine but pointed at the nuggets, "Dada too hot." "I can cut them in half to cool them down faster," Bad proposed. Skeppy nodded his head in approval.

Bad and Skeppy got done eating and started cuddling on the couch. Bad was going to take care of the mess later. If the weather was nice, maybe he would take his gem to the beach to get some sand. 

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This week is my only week off so I hope I utilize it right lol. I'm trying to work on other books too. Why? Because I like them. I was also feeling very sarcastic today, not like it's relevant. Have a good day, afternoon, evening, night!

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Word count: 1195