Creepypasta age regression

💛Are u mad at me?🪓📸

Caregivers: hoodie/Brian and Tim /masky
Little:Toby

"C'mon buddy, you can play again tomorrow. It's late, it's time to go inside."
Toby whined and turned away from his caregiver. He had been having a great time playing but now Brian was trying to get him to go inside! He didn't want to go inside! Even with the promise of Tim waiting with a warm bottle and then bedtime, Toby didn't feel at all tired. He just wanted to keep playing.
"Toby, it's time to go inside," Brian repeated, "Don't make me ask again."
"But I don't wanna go inside! Wanna keep playing! It pretty here!"
"You can look at the pretty trees later, and it'll still be there tomorrow. Aren't you hungry? Let's go get that bottle. You don't want it to get cold, do you?"
"Hmph."
Toby started playing in the grass again with his toys . Brian was starting to get fed up.
"Toby. Come inside. Now."
"I don't wanna!"
"Toby." Brian's stern voice made Toby rethink himself. He really did want to keep playing, but Brian sounded mad. He didn't want Brian to be mad at him, he just wanted to play for longer! He regressed a little further than he meant to, feeling the anxiety rise that his caregiver might be mad at him.
"Fine..." The little finally surrendered. Brian felt relief wash over him that this hadn't turned into some big problem that got blown out of proportion. He was not in the mood to deal with a tantrum tonight. "Can I at weast bwing dis wif me?" He held up a flower crown he made around his hands helping to keep it together. Brian smiled.
"Sure, kiddo. Just as long as you don't drop it all over the house."
Toby seemed to have forgotten any sense of rebellion and giggled happily at his flower crown , standing to follow Brian inside. He still felt a little scared that Brian might be mad at him, but he didn't seem mad anymore so Toby took that as a good sign, especially as his brain regressed even more.
By the time they were inside the house Toby was barely big enough to walk anymore, simply collapsing onto the couch and clutching his toys and close. Having it in his arms helped calm his nerves.
Tim came into the room and greeted them, holding a baby bottle in his hands. Toby could see it was filled with milk. He hoped it was angel milk, that was his favorite.
"Hey kiddo," Tim approached Toby, still snuggled up on the couch, "I made you a little snack." He held up the bottle. "I can put it in a sippy though, if you'd like. Or save it for later. Whatdya say?"
"Wan' baba." Toby mumbled tiredly. Although he was feeling kiddish not long before, now he didn't feel much older than a baby, just wanting to be bottle fed and then take a nap.
Tim nodded and left the room briefly, assuring Toby that it was just to heat up the bottle. Brian kept the little company in the meantime.
"Papa?" Toby looked up. Brian knelt on the floor next to him with a little "hm?" to signify he was listening.
"You mad at me?"
Brian looked directly at Toby, eyes wide with surprise. "Now what exactly made you think that?"
"About not coming in..." Toby hugged his plushies closer.
"No, baby, I'm not mad at you for that. I just got a little frustrated, that's all. You can be a handful when you don't listen, but that's okay! I don't expect you to always listen. I still love you very much, and that won't ever change just because you don't do something the second I ask."
Just then, Tim came back in, holding the newly warmed up bottle of milk. He made space for himself on the couch next to Toby, pulling the little into his arms as he watched Brian on the floor. Brian looked up at his friend and stood up, going to sit down somewhere else within the room.
"Tim, I was just reminding Toby that he'll always be our sweet little boy no matter what, and that we still love him even when he doesn't follow all the rules. Isn't that right?"
Tim looked down at the little in his lap. "Well obviously. I thought that was clear. You're our good boy. We'll always love you."
Toby hid his face, blushing at all the praise. Tim gently pulled his arms away and gestured the bottle forward, silently asking Toby if he was ready. He nodded, even making little grabby hands towards the bottle.
Tim guided the bottle into Toby's mouth, Toby instantly latching onto it and starting sucking. As he drank, Toby lifted his hands up and placed them over Tim's, . Tim tilted the bottle a little more so Toby could drink it easier.
Once the bottle was empty, Toby was already almost asleep. He struggled to keep his eyes open and his arms fell tiredly over his chest, feeling his grass beneath his fingers.
"Aww, is someone tired?" Brian cooed. Toby whined a bit, eyes now fully closed.
"C'mon bubs, let's get you to bed. It's late." Tim set the bottle aside and gently scooped Toby up, standing with the boy draped over his shoulder. Toby held onto his caregiver loosely, enjoying being carried but also far too tired to do much.
Tim carried Toby to his room, Brian following close behind. Toby was laid in his bed and the blankets were tucked over him. He felt stuffies being placed around him, but he couldn't bother to open his eyes and see which of his caregivers put them there. He grabbed one at random and held it close, turning on his side and quickly falling asleep.
Brian sighed, backing up and looking over the sleeping boy one last time before turning to Tim, who was standing outside the room.
"He's a handful when he wants to be, but he's so cute when he's asleep."
Tim laughed quietly at the remark, then grumbled something incoherent and returned to the living room. Brian was quick to follow.

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