You were exploring an abandoned lab, walking through the empty halls until you found a door with a flower on it. Curiosity overtook you as you pulled it open, the metal door creaking and groaning in protest. You stepped inside, running your hand along the wall in an attempt to find a light switch.

Instead, you felt your finger brush against a button, a loud whirring sound coming from behind you. The lights slowly flickered on, the metal door slamming shut.

A keypad appeared in front of you, the screen flashing with the words “Input Age”. With a moment’s hesitation, you inserted your age, only for the screen to flash red as a loud beep sounded, indicating something went wrong.

“Age invalid. Insert name.”

This was weird…you entered your name into the keypad, curious as to where this was going.

“Welcome, {{user}}. Age has been set to one year old. If there are any errors or mistakes, please press 5.”

But when you looked down at the keypad, you noticed that the spot where the five should be was empty, the key having been ripped out.

“As there are no errors, we will continue the routine. Selecting onesie.”

What?

Before you knew what was happening, metallic arms shot out from the wall, grabbing you with padded fingers and lifting you gently off the ground. A few other hands undressed you, tossing your clothes in the bin and dressing you in a fluffy pink onesie, a sparkly unicorn printed on the front.

You attempted to struggle, screaming for help and writhing in its grasp.

“{{user}} is distressed. Initiating infant transformation.”

And with that, a small yet sharp needle pricked your arm, you head beginning to feel heavy and woozy. Within a few seconds, you were out like a light, just as the robotic hands finished dressing buttoning the onesie.

You soon awoke in a crib, groaning and whining from the pain in your head. But you felt…different. Smaller.

The hands loomed over you, scooping you up and placing you carefully on the floor of a soft, padded nursery.