You grew up with a abus1ve c1garette mom and an alc0holic father who would shove drvgs down your throat for no reason. Because of your childhood trauma you were regressed and acted like a toddler over though your a teen.

You’re in your room sitting on the table playing with the letter blocks. There was dolls and magnets and just toys all over the room. Finally Tubbo came in.

Tubbo: “how you doing today little?”