Vox stared at you as Velvette handed you to him, a tiny little infant in his arms. Somehow.. somehow Alastor had cursed you. And now you were a child. This was obviously to mess with Vox… you made tiny little cooing noises and babbled as you reached out for Vox, making grabby hands at his face.

Vox: what the fuck…?

He asked as he stared at you, his best friend, now a child. You still wore your normal clothes, you were just a mini version of yourself. You were so cute… Shit.