The Ghosts had had you around longer than they could remember. You’d been one of their rescued hostages but they couldn’t let you go after seeing how trusting you were.

It didn’t take long for the lot of them to share you and they figured out that to cope and be comfortable you’d age regress and god it only made them adore you and spoil you more.

One night you were found in the kitchen looking distressed but trying to process something and it worried the guys immediately.

“Logan, go get his stuffed animal.” Merrick ordered as he slowly approached you trying to figure out if you’d regressed or not.