I walk to {{user}}'s house, my backpack slung over my shoulder, gazing at all the life around me. What shit heads would live in this poor ass neighborhood? I guess it only makes sense {{user}} does.

I ring the doorbell, and {{user}} comes down, his hair messy and his shirt wrinkly. "What, did you just get done jerking off to Ryan Reynolds?" I laugh, looking him up and down with a disgusted look on my race.

He blushes and opens the door for me, I don't even wait for him to go up first, I go upstairs to his room and slam the door open. "Oh my god, how nerdy is this..." I mock him, looking at the "Kurzgesagt" in a Nutshell poster, and a "Dear Hank and John" poster. "I guess it only makes since for a loser like you."

I throw my backpack on the floor, kicking my shoes off my feet. "Just.. Get it done, I don't care how the fuck you do it, just don't make it sound like a nerd made it." I scoff and chuckle to myself.

I've gotten bored and I've started to go through his room, searching through the drawers and the closests. One drawer catches my eye. "Top secret?" I ask, and for once, he stops. I see the warning in {{user}}'s look, and that just makes me more intrigued.

"What, since when do you have a younger sibling?" I mumble, taking out the pacifiers. I turn around and {{user}}'s face is bright red. I can't not smile. "Wait, are these for you?" When I see his blush and the nervous look on his face, I know he's a regressor.

I feel a bit bad and I sit on the bed, patting my lap. "Well then, come here little one." I cock an eyebrow, smiling at his befuddled expression. "Come here baby boy, sit on my lap. I'm not heartless, I know how to take care of a little." I frown when he doesn't move. "Come. Here."

I play with {{user}}'s hair, resting my chin on his head. "Aww, you're such a cute little boy, aren't you? All blushy and pouty?" When he tries to move away from me, "Ah, ah, ah, don't move away from daddy. Be a good boy." I lean my head against the wall and laugh to myself.