Los Angeles, Cali
March, 1992
Six months after waking up normal following two months spent in the body of a toddler, Poison bassist Rob Bobby Dall felt his Life couldn't get any better. Sure, things with the band had gone to utter shit just Days after he'd woken up normal again, what with the backstage fight between two of his band mates that'd led to the firing of one. Sure, things were crazy for another couple months afterward as they searched for a replacement lead guitarist all over again, much like they'd done when they'd found CC DeVille back in 1985. And sure, front man Bret Michaels was still taking the heat at home, now that he'd gotten into a relationship with the mother of a surprise daughter he'd found out about last Summer. But even though things'd been beyond crazy–and that wasn't even counting his divorce from his own wife, Mishy–things also seemed to be looking up in a weird way.
All those things considered, he'd thought the period of his Life spent as an adult trapped in a child's body were behind him, and that he could move on. So, to wake up once again trapped in the body of a toddler in what was now his bedroom at drummer Rikki Rockett's house was more than a bit of a surprise. That surprise'd started with trying to get outta bed–only to fall and bonk his head on the floor much like he'd done last Summer on his band's tour bus.
Somehow managing not to cry out, Rob pushed himself so that he was sitting on his rump, startled to look down and see much shorter legs extending from a nude torso. Just like last Time, he still had the same tats that he always did, which'd come in handy for identifying himself in a short while. Well, that was if he could even get into his band and now roommate's bedroom, given that he might very well have the door locked again. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case, 'cuz since he couldn't do anything for himself without potentially getting hurt, he really didn't wanna go hungry right now. What he really wanted wasta figure out why the hell this'd happened again, and less than a Year after happening the first Time.
Grunting in an infantile manner as he managed to get to his feet, the pint-sized bassist took a few momentsta find his balance. He was just as unsteady as last Summer when the rest of his band had gotten him to attempt walking in the middle of the Wal-Mart they'd stopped at to get suppliesta care for him with. But that was fairly normal, considering that his physical age was only between a Year old and two, and that his own son'd just as much trouble with any attemptsta walk. Once he felt steady enough, he held his arms out to his sidesta help with his balance and took off toddling down the hall.
"Eh," he grunted as he managed to get Rikki's door open.
Luckily for him, he hadn't locked it the Night previous, and even luckier, he kept a massive antique Cedar chest in the floor at the foot of his bed. That massive Wooden chest'd serve as a sorta step stool, which'd aid him in climbing on his friend's bed without falling and getting hurt. Rob already felt mighty unlucky, just 'cuz of the state he'd woken up in again, so he needed all the good Luck he could get right about now.
Hauling himself onto that chest, the pint-sized bassist paused to catch his breath before managing to crawl forward onto the foot of the bed. As per usual, the tallest blonde of his band was sprawled out on his back, one arm flung over his head while the other rested across his flat belly. It'd prolly be a bit hard to wake him up without having to beat him across the face, but hopefully, it could be done before he wound up pissing himself. Nothing'd piss his friend off more than waking up to a soaked bed, so he forced himself to hold it since he physically couldn't use the toilet at the moment.
"Huh–Wha–" the drummer snorted when he'd to resort to whacking him across the face with the pillow next to him to wake him up.
"Ahhhh!" Rob whined, a desperate note to his voice.
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Double Trouble (Sequel to Baby of the Band)
FanfictionSix months after finally being restored to normal from the physical body of a toddler as he slept, Poison bassist Rob "Bobby" Dall thought his Life was starting to look up. Sure, there were a lotta Changes within his band - starting with firing and...