MCYT Age Regression

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Plot: Skeppy trolls BadBoyHalo by pretending he was hurt. When BadBoyHalo figures out it was a troll, he goes back in the house. Skeppy comes in to chase after him but sees that he started regressing.

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Little: BadBoyHalo
Nicknames: Bad, Baby
CG: Skeppy
Nicknames: Skep, Geppy
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3rd Person POV

Skeppy set up the camera for the troll. His plan was almost done. Earlier he had put on fake blood to make it look like he had injured himself. Skeppy was going to troll BadBoyHalo into thinking that he fell off the ladder and hurt himself. All because he didn't want to clean the gutters. All he had to do now was start filming and start the troll.

He got into place and pushed the ladder so it would fall down. He then screamed as loud as he could and then laid down. (They live on a ranch dw no neighbors.) He tried not to laugh when he heard the front door fling open. He heard footsteps then they stopped. Did Bad not buy it? Did he not care? All the questions stopped when he heard Bad run down the stairs and run to him. "Skeppy stop this isn't funny," Bad's voice shook, he was crying. Skeppy heard Bad sniffling. Bad grabbed his head trying to see where the blood came from. "Skeppy seriously wake up," Bad started to cry thinking it was real. Skeppy knew that the troll had to troll had to end soon so he scared Bad.

"Boo!" Skeppy yelled grabbing Bad. Bad jumped and screamed. Skeppy started laughing like it was funny. Bad never said anything, or laughed. "What! It was funny!" Skeppy laughed. He stopped laughing when Bad slapped him in the face, hard. Skeppy watched his lover get up and walk in the house and slam the door. That's when he knew he messed up badly. But he knew that Bad probably didn't want to see him so he could calm down. So he stopped the camera and deleted the footage and took a shower.

He wore some sweatpants with a black shirt and one of Bad's flannel hoodies so he could put the hood up and not do his hair. He then ordered food, Bad's favorite of course.

He heard the doorbell ring so he answered the door to get the food. He put the food on the counter and went to their room. When he opened the door, he saw Bad laying down on his stomach which was unusual. He never did it because it hurt his chest or something. He went to wake Bad up until he saw a pacifier in his mouth. He was little. Skeppy mentally slapped himself in the face mentally for that.

He gently shook the little awake, but the little stayed asleep. Before he decided to door dash some of Bad's favorite muffins just in case he didn't forgive him. When he finished, he tried again. This time the little stirred a bit before waking up. "Hi Baby. how did you sleep?" Skeppy whispered. Bad looked at Skeppy then turned over. Skeppy sighed and laid down with him, "I'm sorry I scared you, I deleted the footage and I ordered you some food and muffins," Skeppy admitted. Bad turned over again and looked at him. "You want to go eat?" Skeppy asked the little. The little nodded and put himself i his caregiver's lap. Skeppy got up and carried the little to the kitchen and had him sit down. "What do you want to drink?" Bad clapped his hands together, "Mil!" Skeppy nodded and poured him a bottle of milk and gave it to him. He then put his food in front of him for him to eat.

The doorbell rang again and the mentally older went to go answer it. While he was gone, the little started to cry. He was having a hard time eating by himself and since Skeppy was gone, he had no help. When Skeppy got back and saw his little, he ran over, "what's wrong? Are you hurt." Bad continued to cry. "Baby you need to use your words to tell me," Skeppy said. Bad rubbed his eyes, "I hungy!" Bad cried. "Do you need help?" Skeppy asked. Bad continued to cry but nodded his head. His caregiver wiped his tears away and calmed him down so he wouldn't be upset anymore. After the little calmed down Skeppy fed Bad his food. "If you're good, I'll give you a muffin," Skeppy said. Bad clapped his hands together and smiled. Skeppy picked up Bad and carried him into the living room so he could color and watch TV. He then put the bottle in the little's mouth so he could finish the milk. 

Skeppy accidentally fell asleep on the couch but he woke up by Bad sitting on top of him and shaking him. "What happened," Skeppy yawned. "I drew picture!" Bad smiled and held it up to close to his caregiver's face. Skeppy moved his hands back and looked at the picture. It was him and Bad holding hands. Skeppy smiled at how well done it was, "that's really good! I love it." Bad smiled wider and put it on the table. He then crawled back onto Skeppy, "cuddles?" Skeppy laughed and nodded. Bad started to lay down on his caregiver again and cuddle up with him. Skeppy started to play with the little's hair to make him fall asleep but he wouldn't sleep at all. He was waiting for his muffin after all. "Why won't you go to sleep baby?" Skeppy yawned, he was tired but Bad obviously wasn't. "Not tired," Bad said bouncing around. Skeppy sighed and continued to watch the cartoon. He then wrapped his arms around the little's waist and kissed him on the forehead. 

"Do you feel better?" Skeppy asked. Instead of talking Bad nodded in response. "Are you feeling smaller? Tired?" Skeppy lifted the little's face so he was looking at him. The little shrugged and buried his head into his chest. Skeppy continued to give his little attention, and learn his lesson in the end. 

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I had this in my drafts for months and had no idea how to finish it lol. This is just a place holder so I can get some ideas out the way. Have a good day, afternoon, evening, night!

Requests are open! 

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