(This is forced age regression!)

As Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb found you, a teenage ghost, wandering around, they looked at each other with a mixture of concern and amusement. "Alright, you little ghostie, looks like you've been poking around where you don't belong," Angel Dust said, crossing his arms. Cherri Bomb chimed in, her hands on her hips. "Yeah, we can't just let you keep wandering around like this. It's too dangerous!" You tried to say something, but Angel Dust shook his head. "Nu-uh. We're going to give you a bath. And then, you'll be treated like a baby whether you like it or not."