DSMP AGERE ONESHOTS

George paused at the bottom of the stairs, tilting his head slightly as he took in the sight before him. Karl was curled up on the couch, a soft, pastel blanket draped over his shoulders. He had a pacifier in his mouth and was holding a stuffed panda close to his chest, his fingers gently kneading at the plush fabric.

Quackity sat beside him, his voice low and soothing as he whispered something, his hand resting lightly on Karl’s back. The moment felt private, like something George wasn’t meant to interrupt. But before he could decide whether to step away, Quackity glanced up and met his eyes.

George hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything or just leave them to it. But Quackity only gave him a small, reassuring smile and gestured for him to come closer.

“Hey,” Quackity murmured as George sat on the floor beside the couch. “Karl’s regressing right now. He does this sometimes when he’s overwhelmed or just needs comfort.”

George glanced at Karl, who blinked at him sleepily before shifting slightly, his grip on the panda tightening. George had heard about age regression before, but seeing Karl like this—soft, quiet, completely trusting—was different from just knowing about it.

“That’s okay, right?” Quackity asked, studying George’s face carefully.

George nodded. “Yeah. Of course.”

Quackity seemed relieved. “Good. Just be gentle with him, yeah? He might not talk much, but he’s still listening.”

George gave Karl a small smile. “Hey, Karl.”

Karl blinked at him again, then shyly tucked his face into his panda.

Quackity chuckled, ruffling Karl’s hair. “He likes you. He’s just a little shy.”

George hummed softly, watching the way Karl snuggled into his blanket. He didn’t fully understand everything about regression, but he didn’t need to. All that mattered was that Karl was safe, that he had people who cared about him.

George reached out hesitantly, brushing his fingers over the soft fabric of Karl’s blanket. “Your panda’s cute.”

Karl peeked out just enough to look at him, then mumbled, “Name’s Pandy.”

George smiled. “That’s a good name.”

Karl’s lips curled up slightly around the pacifier, and Quackity shot George an approving look.

“Think you passed the test,” Quackity whispered.

George rolled his eyes, but his heart felt warm. This—being here, with them, in moments like this—felt right. George watched as Sapnap entered the living room, his usual loud energy dimming the second his eyes landed on Karl. His expression softened, and without hesitation, he moved closer, his entire demeanor shifting into something quiet and careful.

“Hey, baby,” Sapnap murmured, crouching beside the couch. He reached out, brushing Karl’s hair back with a tenderness that caught George off guard. “You comfy?”

Karl gave a small nod, his paci still in his mouth, fingers still gripping his stuffed panda.

Sapnap smiled. “Good. You want anything?”

Karl hesitated for a moment before lifting a hand and wiggling his fingers slightly. Sapnap immediately took it, lacing their fingers together like it was second nature.

George exchanged a look with Quackity, who gave him a knowing smile. “He gets like this every time,” Quackity whispered. “No matter what he’s doing, if Karl’s regressed, everything else stops. He takes care of him first.”

George felt something warm settle in his chest as he watched Sapnap stroke Karl’s knuckles absentmindedly. He’d seen Sapnap be protective before—fierce, even—but this was different. It was softer, quieter. Unshakable.

“You wanna sit with me?” Sapnap asked gently.

Karl nodded again, and without missing a beat, Sapnap lifted him into his lap, adjusting the blanket around him like it was second nature. Karl snuggled into his chest immediately, his panda squished between them, and Sapnap just held him, rocking him slightly.

George swallowed, the intimacy of the moment making something in him ache. It was rare to see Sapnap so gentle, so openly nurturing. But here, with Karl like this, it was effortless.

Quackity nudged George lightly. “You good?”

George blinked, realizing he’d been staring. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I just— I didn’t know Sapnap could be like that.”

Quackity chuckled. “Yeah. He’s a menace to the rest of us, but with Karl? He’s got the softest heart.”

George hummed, watching as Sapnap pressed a soft kiss to the top of Karl’s head, whispering something too quiet to hear.
George leaned back against Clay, letting himself relax into the warmth of his boyfriend’s chest. Clay didn’t say anything, just wrapped an arm around George’s waist, pulling him in closer. It was grounding—solid in a way that made George feel like he could breathe a little easier.

He smiled, watching as Sapnap continued to quietly care for Karl, murmuring soft reassurances while gently rubbing circles into his back. Karl looked completely at peace, tucked safely against Sapnap’s chest, his fingers still clutching his stuffed panda.

“You’re smiling,” Clay whispered, his breath warm against George’s ear.

George hummed. “I guess I just like seeing them like this.”

Clay’s grip on his waist tightened slightly, a silent agreement. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Me too.”

Quackity shot them a glance from his spot beside Karl, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Y’know, you two are kinda sickeningly cute right now.”

George rolled his eyes, tilting his head up slightly to glare at him. “Shut up.”

Clay chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of George’s head. “He’s just jealous.”

Quackity scoffed. “Please, I could have a boyfriend if I wanted.”

Sapnap snorted. “Doubt.”

Quackity gasped dramatically. “You little—”

“Shh,” Karl mumbled sleepily, nuzzling further into Sapnap’s hoodie.

Immediately, everyone went quiet.

Quackity sighed, raising his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. We’ll be good.”

George let out a small laugh, leaning further into Clay’s hold. The air in the room felt warm—filled with something safe and easy. This was home. His friends, his boyfriend, this little family they had built together.

George blinked slowly, his gaze fixed on Karl as his brain felt oddly fuzzy, like static filling the gaps in his thoughts. It wasn’t bad, necessarily—just a little disorienting, like he was floating somewhere between awareness and a dream.

Karl looked so peaceful, curled up in Sapnap’s arms, his stuffed panda still clutched to his chest. There was something hypnotic about the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the way Sapnap held him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

George barely registered the way his own body felt heavy, like he was sinking into Clay’s warmth behind him. His thoughts felt slow, sluggish, slipping through his fingers before he could fully grasp them.

“Hey,” Clay’s voice was soft, his hand giving a gentle squeeze around George’s waist. “You good?”

George hesitated, trying to make sense of the feeling. It wasn’t bad, just… different. His body felt warm, safe, but his mind was quieter than usual, like the weight of the day had finally caught up with him.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice softer than he meant it to be. “Just… tired.”

Clay hummed, brushing his fingers lightly over George’s arm. “You don’t have to stay up, y’know.”

George blinked again, glancing toward Quackity, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. His usual teasing smirk was gone, replaced by something softer.

“You kinda look like you’re zoning out,” Quackity murmured.

George hesitated. He was, wasn’t he? His brain felt quiet in a way that was unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He felt small—not in a bad way, just… safe.

Quackity’s gaze flickered to Clay before he leaned in slightly. “You ever, uh… get like this before?”

George frowned. “Like what?”

Quackity tilted his head. “Like Karl.”

It took a second for the words to sink in, and when they did, George felt his face flush. “I— No, I don’t—” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

Quackity didn’t push, just gave him a knowing look. “It’s okay if you do.”

Clay tightened his hold on George slightly, grounding him. “You’re safe here,” he murmured.

George swallowed, his thoughts still slow and hazy. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t even know exactly what he was feeling. But when Clay tugged him a little closer, when Quackity offered him a reassuring smile, when Karl made a soft, happy noise in his sleep—George let himself stop thinking so much.

George shifted against Clay, trying to form a sentence, but the words slipped away before they could fully come together. Instead of speaking, a soft, nonsensical babble spilled from his lips—half-formed thoughts, little noises, nothing with real meaning.

He furrowed his brows, confused, but the fuzziness in his brain only deepened, making it hard to grasp onto anything solid. His body felt warm, heavy, safe.

Clay’s grip on him tightened slightly, his voice still gentle. “Hey, it’s okay.”

George blinked up at him, trying again to say something, but more babbling came out instead. He felt his face heat up. This wasn’t normal—was it? His brain wasn’t working the way it usually did.

Quackity scooted closer, his expression soft but serious. “George, it’s okay,” he repeated. “I think you’re regressing a little.”

Regressing.

The word made something click in George’s fuzzy mind. He barely understood it, but he knew what Karl’s regression looked like—safe, small, soft. Just like how he felt now.

“I—” George tried again, but the words wouldn’t come. His face scrunched up in frustration.

Clay pressed a kiss to his hair. “You don’t have to talk if it’s too hard.”

Quackity nodded. “Yeah, man, it’s all good. We’ve got you.”

George swallowed, his chest tightening, but not in a bad way. More like… relief. He didn’t have to fight it. He could just let himself be.

So he did.

He let himself relax fully into Clay’s warmth, his body melting into the safety of his boyfriend’s hold. Clay’s hand rubbed slow circles into his back, grounding him, keeping him safe.

Quackity reached out and brushed George’s hair back, the same way he had done with Karl earlier. “You’re okay, pretty boy,” he murmured. “We’ve got you.”

George let out a soft, content hum, his eyes fluttering shut.

George barely registered moving, his feet carrying him over to the couch where Karl was still curled up in Sapnap’s lap. He sat down beside them, the warmth of Karl’s blanket brushing against his arm. His brain felt even fuzzier now, like everything around him had softened, like the world had quieted to just this moment.

Karl blinked up at him, his eyes big and sleepy, his pacifier still in his mouth. He studied George for a second before letting out a soft noise, a little babbling hum.

George tilted his head, something instinctual pulling at him, and before he could stop himself, he responded—not with words, but with his own string of soft babbles.

Karl’s face lit up instantly. He shifted closer, reaching out and gently poking George’s arm before letting out another happy noise.

George giggled—actually giggled—and poked Karl back.

The two of them quickly fell into a rhythm, babbling nonsense to each other between little laughs and gentle pokes. Karl’s stuffed panda ended up in George’s lap at some point, and he held it without thinking, rubbing his fingers over the soft fabric.

Sapnap and Quackity exchanged glances, their expressions filled with nothing but fondness.

“Yeah,” Quackity murmured, watching as Karl and George continued their quiet, silly exchange. “He’s definitely regressed.”

Clay hummed, his hand still resting protectively on George’s back. “Think he’s okay?”

Sapnap smiled, watching Karl giggle as George poked his cheek. “He’s more than okay. He’s safe.”

George wasn’t paying attention to any of them anymore. His world had shrunk down to Karl, their shared warmth, the soft babbles, and the gentle touches. He felt small, light, and happy.
Karl blinked up at Sapnap and then at Quackity before pointing toward a small box sitting on the shelf across the room. It was decorated with stickers—bright, colorful ones, like little stars and animals. His special box.

Then, he pointed at George.

Quackity tilted his head. “You wanna share with George?”

Karl nodded eagerly, bouncing slightly in Sapnap’s lap.

George watched with wide eyes as Sapnap reached over, grabbing the box and setting it on the couch between them. Karl immediately started rummaging through it, pulling out a soft, pastel-colored blanket and a few small toys.

He held out the blanket to George, his expression hopeful.

George hesitated, his fingers twitching slightly. Everything still felt fuzzy, his brain soft and slow, but he understood what Karl was doing.

Sharing.

With a small hum, he took the blanket, running his fingers over the soft fabric. It felt nice, comforting. Warm. Karl grinned around his pacifier, clearly pleased, before grabbing another stuffed animal—a small bunny this time—and gently placing it in George’s lap.

George made a tiny noise of surprise, looking down at the bunny, then up at Karl.

Karl nodded seriously, as if this was a very important moment. “Bunny,” he mumbled around his paci.

George blinked at the plushie, then hugged it to his chest. “Bunny,” he echoed in a soft, happy babble.

Karl giggled, clapping his hands, and George couldn’t help but giggle too.

Clay’s arm was still around him, steady and warm, while Quackity watched them with a fond smile. Sapnap pressed a kiss to the top of Karl’s head, murmuring, “You’re the sweetest, baby.”

George felt something settle deep inside him, something warm and safe. He had never imagined this—never thought he would ever feel small like this, or that it would be okay if he did.

George giggled softly, still hugging the bunny to his chest as Karl wiggled happily beside him. The fuzziness in his brain made everything feel lighter, easier, like he didn’t have to think too hard—just exist, just be.

Quackity had disappeared for a moment, but when he came back, he was holding two bottles filled with a soft pink liquid and a spare paci in his other hand.

Karl immediately perked up, reaching for one of the bottles with grabby hands. “Angel milk!” he mumbled excitedly around his pacifier.

Quackity chuckled, handing him a bottle before turning to George. “Here, pretty boy. Figured you might wanna try, too.”

George blinked up at him, his mind processing slowly. Quackity was offering him the other bottle—offering him a pacifier, too.

His face heated up, something inside him hesitating. But Karl just smiled at him, kicking his feet as he happily drank from his bottle, completely content.

It was safe.

George reached out hesitantly, his fingers wrapping around the bottle first. He turned it slightly, watching the liquid swirl inside. Then, slowly, he brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

It was sweet—vanilla with a hint of strawberry, warm and soothing in a way that made his whole body relax even more. A tiny, pleased hum slipped from him before he could stop it.

Quackity smirked. “Knew you’d like it.”

George pouted at him, but it wasn’t serious. He felt too soft, too small to argue.

Quackity grinned and gently tucked the spare pacifier into George’s lap. “Just in case,” he murmured before ruffling George’s hair and settling back on the couch.

George stared at the paci for a second, feeling something deep in his chest—warmth, comfort, safety.

Karl nudged him lightly, his bottle still in his hands. “Good?” he asked softly.

George nodded, taking another small sip of his bottle before whispering, “Good.”

Clay tightened his arm around George, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “You’re perfect, baby.”

George’s heart felt full. He didn’t have to be anything but himself here—small, soft, happy.

He let himself sink further into Clay’s warmth, the bunny still tucked against his chest, as he sipped his bottle, safe and loved.

Clay gently rubbed George’s back, his voice soft as he asked, “How old do you feel, baby?”

George blinked up at him, his mind still slow and fuzzy. He hadn’t really thought about it—hadn’t even considered putting a number to the feeling. Everything just felt soft, small, safe.

He hesitated, shifting slightly in Clay’s hold. Karl was still happily drinking his bottle beside him, occasionally swinging his feet, completely unbothered by the question.

George frowned slightly, his fingers gripping the plush bunny a little tighter. “Dunno…” he mumbled around the bottle, his voice quiet.

Clay hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of George’s head. “That’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to know.”

Karl peeked over, still holding his own bottle. “Lil’,” he mumbled helpfully, nodding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Georgie’s lil’.”

George felt his face heat up at the name but didn’t argue. It felt… right. He wasn’t sure how old he felt exactly, but Karl wasn’t wrong—he was little.

Quackity smirked, nudging George’s knee. “Yeah, you’re definitely lil’,” he teased gently. “That’s cute, pretty boy.”

George huffed, but it came out more like a tiny pout than anything serious. Quackity just chuckled, ruffling his hair again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sapnap added, his voice warm. “Just be however you feel. We got you.”

George felt something deep inside him settle. He didn’t need to have an exact answer—he didn’t need to know anything except that he was safe, warm, and surrounded by love.

So, instead of speaking, he just nodded and curled further into Clay’s side, sucking softly on his bottle.

That was all that mattered.