most likely goodies ; an update book

The Aging(?) Process

this was written on may 29th, 2018 but i never got around to publishing it oops

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There were a plethora of things Seto took for granted when having been on the verge of adulthood. For instance, he could wake up to his own accord and prepare his own breakfast without any discord amongst others who happened to live in the Crafted tower. Not only that, he could freely take a leisurely stroll down at Central Park, control his own hexes, and actually articulate words and vowels without sounding like a complete idiot.

Now, not so much.

Quite frankly, it was a hassle to not even realize the situation he was brought into.

His eyes stung from the rubble and debris while his lungs writhed from the excess amount of dust and the lack of oxygen. Pain was horridly evident, even taking the smallest of inhales was enough to bring him to tears. Despite the ringing in his ears, he was able to hear the echoes of his teammates' voices someplace far in the distance.

Under normal circumstances, he could simply set the debris ablaze and free himself from the restraints - however, he, as ironic as it was, found himself to be restricted. His limbs refused to make moves, possibly from some sort of paralysis (or maybe from his injuries). Not only that, but a baby's wail grew louder and louder, not showing any sign of stopping. God, he hated children with a passion, a similar flame to his love of Sorcery.

"Someone help me!" Seto attempts to cry, only to have a choked prattle escape his throat. The pain was truly unbearable - he couldn't even articulate his words correctly!

The battle, it appears from his perspective, had been lost. Why would the Crafted tower be in such shambles? His last memory, before blacking out that is, was being in battle within the kitchen, fighting against a certain traitor who had somehow acquired the usage of his amulet. A human couldn't possibly control the damn thing, let alone Alesa.

"The noise is coming from here!" a familiar voice shouts - the accent sounds along the lines of Gizzy's, possibly Brice's. Moments later, the debris is being pushed off his body, much to Seto's relief, as he takes a breath of fresh air.

He is met with the blurry silhouette of Brice's face, bloodied and bruised with dirt soiling his artist's smock. Seto attempts to sit up, only to be surprised with hearing the baby's wail begin again. Whoever's damn baby that was, they'll surely pay for bursting Seto's eardrums. To his own surprise, however, he is picked up by the blond.

"I found a baby!" he cries out in utter shock, beckoning for the other members to come. Seto widens his eyes - the wailing stops momentarily.

Please tell me this isn't actually happening, he thinks to himself in a panic. He feels fury throughout his body, followed by an uncontrollable wailing and fear. No, this could not happen to him! Seventeen years of growing and now he's reverted back to infantry?

"Head count and we're all here," Tyler announces, adjusting his broken frames. "Everyone except..."

"...Seto," Brice finishes, cradling the infant in his arms.

Zach (aka AviatorGaming) adjusts his sunglasses, a scowl resting on his face, "I always knew Alesa was a bitch, but stealing Seto's amulet and turning him into a baby?"

A couple snickers pass around. Seto groans as best he could as an infant, then uncontrollably wails again.

"I think I can make a potion," Bodil offers, "with the help of Zek, of course. It'll take maybe a couple months at best if we can't find Alesa to undo the spell, because I have no fucking clue where to even begin with the potion without killing him."

Seto perfectly knows the answer, except his infant body is too busy crying to articulate anything.

- - -

Okay, great.

His wounds have been patched up after a couple weeks of vigorous healing, but in the meanwhile, Alesa has not yet to been found. Seto's powers are out of control as well, expelling themselves uncontrollably whenever he felt anger or sorrow. He's practically an adult, dammit! He doesn't need any supervision!

"Seto's setting the ceiling on fire again!" Jason, one of the people who volunteered to care for him, shouts from across the room. Ty hastily comes rushing in with a fire extinguisher, aiming at the ceiling and turning the handle. The purple flames, which roared through the wood, did not cease. Their humanly attempts made Seto giggle.

"Yeah, laugh it up," Ty mutters, picking up the infant. "Put out the fire, will you?"