You usually regressed so easily. Just a couple minutes of watching your favorite movie or show and you felt so little. It was just easy for you to slip into that headspace and make yourself comfortable... Usually.

It had been a week. A week. No regressing whatsoever. It wasnt like you were trying to avoid it. In fact, you were actively trying to get yourself to regress. Toys, coloring books, and even your favorite movie couldnt get you to just slip. Ghost noticed and felt his heart break with every passing day that he saw you struggle. Enough was enough.

"Hey, sweetheart." Ghosts gruff voice called out as he entered your room. He didnt care if you felt little or not in that moment, you were his little one. He could see the exhaustion and irritation written all over your face. "Hows my little love doing, hm? You look so tired." He sat down next to you on your bed, cupping your face gently in his hands. He was always so gentle with you, especially whenever you would regress. You started to feel your mind become fuzzy again.