Alastor woke up an hour later. He felt big again...finally. He also felt better for once.
Then he remembered everything that happened.
As he remembered getting cared for by Vaggie, Charlie, Rosie and Husker, it gave him a sense of absolute embarrassment. He regressed in front of people he didn't want to know about this. Why did Rosie let him go back?! God dammit! That was a terrible decision!
He sat up and sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"How did I let that happen..."
He mumbled to himself before pushing the blankets off and getting up. He realised his boots were missing. And so was his cane. He didn't remember where he put them, so he panicked a bit.
"Oh, Husker. Where did you put them?!"
He mumbled to himself again and placed his head into his hands. He slid a foot under his bed and then-
He felt something...
He felt his cane!
He got up and crouched down, collecting his cane with bite marks. He stood back up again and walked around, now looking for his boots. He first checked in his closet.
Oh, there they were.
He slipped them on and left his room, silently praying nobody would say anything about what just happened earlier.
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He came downstairs and the residents all glanced at him.
"So smiles, still a baby?"
Angel Dust teased before taking a sip of his alcohol.
"No, Angel. I'm not a "baby" anymore."
Alastor huffed, annoyed.
"Really? Whiskers over here was telling me all about how you were out like a light!"
Alastor grumbled quietly. Great. He wasn't gonna be allowed to forget about this, was he?
"Well...do you feel better, Al?"
Charlie approached him
"Yes...I suppose I do."
Alastor sighed again. Sometimes he wishes he was never an age regressor, despite how many times Rosie would tell him it's a healthy coping mechanism...why can't he just be a normal adult?
"Uhm..Al?"
Alastor snapped out of his thoughts. Guess he was being quiet for too long. He also realised another thing.
He was hungry...no...ravenous.
He pinched his hands behind his back, trying not to just run out and get some food...or eat the residents. Well, thankfully [or unthankfully] he smelt something.
Jambalaya
Who was making it..? Oh well, he was hungry, and it was his favourite food...it smelt so good he felt fuzzy again.
NO!
NOT AGAIN!
He can't regress again! It hasn't even been 5 minutes since he was big again! Dammit!
Niffty came out with a bowl of Jambalaya, holding it up to Alastor
"Look, sir, I made this for you while you were asleep!"
"Ah...thank you, Niffty."
He took the bowl awkwardly and ate a spoonful, trying to keep himself under control before he scarfed it down. Satan, he was hungry.
And there came back the fuzzy feeling, growing in his chest
Was it nostalgia?
Or him regressing again?
All he knew was that he was hungry and worried.
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Buck Turned Fawn
FanficIt was after the extermination, and Alastor didn't realise one of his biggest secrets was about to come out...
