Steve cobs agere fic woohoo

Steve Cobs agere ft. Mephone4

Today was very stressful for Steve Cobs.

He felt the little stresses from the past couple of months build up, and nothing was making it any better. Mephone4 was shirking his responsibilities, business hasn't been looking ideal, and more importantly development on Mephone4S hasn't been proceeding as expected.

Cobs was typing a very strongly worded email to an investor who just wasn't sold on the idea of a new Mephone. The nerve of them to not contribute their money to something that could change the world forever! The email had become very long, and he was just about to send it when he noticed his hands were trembling.

Cobs took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands lest his stress become too high. He was afraid of what would happen then, as he shook himself to try and get out of this bad mood. He then sends the email, sighing as he immediately opens another email to respond back to an executive.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, but he wasn't paying much attention to what he was typing. His mind was more occupied with curling up and eating a sugar cookie, which was unusual for him unless...

Wait. He was going to regress. The corncob looked at his hands, which looked more interesting than usual. He curls his fingers, a feeling of intense panic hitting his body like a tsunami. No, he couldn't, not now. He grips the desk until his knuckles turn white, trying to stay big.

"Damn it..." He muttered, feeling ashamed of himself for having this problem. He hadn't had urges to regress this strongly since before Mephone4 was created. He wants to go far away from any of the judging eyes he feels staring at him, and that was the breaking point for him.

The now age regressed Steve Cobs begins to cry, his voice high pitched and vulnerable. He covers his face, hiding under the desk to prevent any embarrassment at being perceived like this. He tries to wipe the tears away as they come, making his eyes red and puffy.

Mephone was walking around the headquarters, holding a nondescript box. He was told to generate it by Cobs, and now was looking for the corncob. He hears the sound of loud crying by his office, and is interested. He hadn't heard Cobs express any other emotion than anger, so with a slightly concerned attitude he opens the door.

"Go away!" The little Cobs yelled louder than Mephone had ever heard him, though his small tone of voice tells him that he doesn't really mean it.

"Are you okay...?" The phone places down the box and looks under the desk, seeing him in a fetal position. He slowly moves Cob's hands from his face, seeing from his eyes he was actually crying. He yanks his hands away from his grasp, winding up before giving a swat to his screen.

"Ow!" Mephone yelped, holding the spot on his screen where he was hit. He is suddenly feeling a lot less sympathetic, but has enough sense to not hit his creator back. He stands back up, preparing to leave. "Okay, jeez, I was just asking."

"Wait." He says in a tiny, quiet voice, a hand reaching out for his screen. He cleared his throat, trying to go back to his firm, more adult voice. Despite that, there was a lot of weakness in his voice. "I need you to generate something."

"Yeah?" Mephone kicks the box away and steps back, preparing to generate something. The little Cobs seems to take the opportunity to stand up as well, his glasses crooked as he wobbles from his weak limbs.

"Blue fuzzy blanket, white stars!" He demanded, his voice like a whine as he stepped back to let Mephone generate what he wanted.

The phone at that point knew that there was something wrong with his creator, but didn't know what. He's never seen anything like this before, he was acting like a child. Well, he's acting from what he's seen of children on television. But he asked him to do something, and so he generated the blanket.