Chapter Text
Request: No (own work)
Little: Techno
Gg: Phil
Tw: Panic attacks, hair pulling.
Summary: There is a syndicate meeting but Techno is little.
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I hear Phil come into my room to wake me up. The bed dips next to me. "Hey, Techno, it's time to wake up." He says as he gently nudges me. I turn around and hide my face in my pillow. "I know you're tired but the meeting with the Syndicate is in an hour."
I sit up in panic, trying to force myself to be big, but instead I slip further. I cling to Phil, not use to being this small. I whine hiding my face in his green robe.
"Oh! Is someone feeling small today? Can you tell me how old your feeling?" I put up one finger before putting it back down, only to put it back up.
Phil pulls away from the hug, causing me to whine and fall back onto the bed. "Someone's really small today. I'm going to help you into some comfy clothes. Ok, mate?" I whine and make grabby hands, wanting to be held.
Once I'm dressed, after a lot of fuss, cause I wanna stay comfy, Phil attempts to carry me. "Nuuuu..." He places me back down on the floor but I fall over, so he has to catch me.
I cross my arms and pouts, as he laughs at me. "How about I carry you, then I can get you a snack?" Clinging to his neck, I nod in agreement. Phil places me down on the sofa and hands me a pig plush. Hugging it close to me, I whine when Phil leaves the room.
He doesn't respond.
I start crying, pulling at my hair in panic. Phil rushes in, holding a bottle. Calmly, he sits next to me and moves me hands away from my hair. "Shh... I know you're smaller than normal but we don't want you to hurt yourself." He pulls me into a hug. "I have a bottle for you." He brings the bottle up to my mouth but I just push it away. I pull at his hair, playing with it. It's all shiny and pretty.
He hands me the plush, so I start playing with that instead. He holds onto the plush and a silly voice come from it. "Can you drink your milk, buddy?" I nod and giggle. Phil holds up the bottle. I put my hand on his and start to drink. He turns on the Tv and puts on cartoons, as I fall asleep.