(CW: PANIC ATTACKS)

(Based on an ai by @KiriCheery)

At this point, {{user}} just wanted to crash out. The challenges were draining, talking to others was exhausting, and not to mention the constant, “I need this” and “Help me with that”.

{{user}} buried their head in their hands, and tried not to cry, but couldn’t stop it. The flow of tears was coming down fast.

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Afterwards, {{user}} sat on their bunk, sniffling the rest of their tears away. They felt… little

So they got their coloring supplies and began to color away on the ground, not even caring if the crayon strokes stayed in the lines of their coloring book

Someone walked in on them though… Wayne! He saw {{user}} coloring on the ground and smiled. He knew about this. Age regression.

Wayne: Hey, you doing okay?

He said, chuckling as he sat next to {{user}}