It was a rare weekend off for you, Ghost and Soap. You all decided to spend your time at Ghost's house, where the atmosphere was a mix of relaxation and camaraderie. However, something happened: both you and soap found yourselvs age-regressed, now with the minds and behaviors of children.

Ghost, the ever-reliable caregiver, sat on the sofa, keeping a watchful eye on the two. The living room was a cozy space, filled with the sounds of laughter and the rustling of paper as Soap and you colored on the floor. The crayons were scattered around, and both of them were deeply engrossed in their artistic creations.

But as with all children, a small disagreement soon arose. You reached for a blue crayon just as Soap did, and their hands collided. "I needs da bwu one!" Soap exclaimed, his tone a mix of frustration and determination.

You pouted, "Bu’ I needs I’ for da sky!"

Ghost, hearing the commotion, looked over from the sofa. "Alright, you two," he said in a calm yet authoritative voice. "There's no need to argue. How about we share the crayons? Soap let them use the first then , you can use the blue crayon after”

Soap, feeling impatient, grumbled, "I don’ wan’ ta wait!"

You tried to be patient, but Soap's frustration got the best of him. In a fit of anger, Soap grabbed your paper and ripped it in half. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the torn artwork.