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Game (Skephalo)

Made on:9th of April 2021
Published: 30th of April 2021

This chapter has age regression ☔

Skeppy huffed as he felt his headspace be clouded over again. He knew what this meant;
he wanted to be little.
But he had no reason to be little.

When he regresses, it's usually because he was stressed, sick, or just plain sad.
But he wasn't any of those things.

He had gotten all of his editing done, he had finally gotten into a semi-healthy sleep schedule, it was still a work in progress, and he was ecstatic as it had been two weeks since Bad's and his two year anniversary.

So what was the problem?

Skeppy began to giggle at the bright colours of his favourite game Minecraft that he was playing on his desktop.

No!

Skeppy forcefully shook his head, and focused himself on at least getting to the nether.

He didn't want his paci, his soft fuzzy blanket, the sweet taste of his angel milk that Bad would make for him with a sweet smile. . .

Oh god, he did want those things,

Skeppy pouted and crossed his arms, closing his eyes. Maybe if he couldn't see the bright lights, he could surface himself and not be little.

As he was about to test his plan, he began to hear some familiar meows. He willed himself to not open his eyes but he never did have good self control.

He instantly opened his eyes at the new sound and was met by a spotted cat, looking right at him with emerald green eyes.

They look like Daddy's eyes.

Skeppy smiled as his mind reminded him of his daddy.

Skeppy was now fully indulged in littlespace and moved his mouse and pressed the 'w' key to try and get closer to the pretty cat.

But the cat ran away, and Skeppy's little mind didn't know why.

Skeppy huffed and tried to run after the cat again, but the cat kept running from him. Why was it running?!

Skeppy soon gave up, the patience drained from his body and leaned back in his gaming chair, near tears.

Why didn't the pretty kitty come to me?!
Did the kitty not like me?
The kitty hates me!

Skeppy felt tears pooling in his eyes as he thought about the possibility of the kitty hating him, he didn't want the kitty to hate him!

Skeppy sniffled and carefully rubbed his eyes with the soft fabric of his jacket. But it felt rough against his skin, he wanted the soft skin of his Daddy's fingers along his arms instead of his big clothes on his skin.

He wobbled to his feet and steadied himself to go find his Daddy.

"Daddy. . .?"

Skeppy asked carefully, being met with a deafening silence. Skeppy's bottom lip wobbled as a stream of tears began to fall from his cheeks, where was his daddy?

Skeppy staggered to their bedroom, he wanted to cry somewhere comfortable.

When he arrived at the door, he heard some muffled words, showing that someone was in the room,

Skeppy knew that the only person in the house with him was Daddy.
Maybe if he was nice, he could get Daddy!

He carefully knocked on the door, remembering his manners. And waited patiently, hearing the pitter patter of footsteps.