Ranboo had never slipped (or felt the need to slip) during a stream, a fact for which he was grateful. Even when he played Life is Strange - a game that played with his emotions heavily, his headspace was nowhere in sight. (Which was good, since that was no game for a child).

But now, as he reached the end screen of the game Layers of Fear, he felt the urge to be small overwhelm him.

That was strange - he hadn't felt little at any point during the stream, or even today for that matter. It's not like he had been repressing it either, seeing as Tubbo was his primary caregiver, and they were currently in the same house. Dismissing it momentarily, he continued with his outro as usual. He could be small in a few minutes.

"Make sure you follow if you haven't already because... welp! That'll be the stream for today, because I am not feeling very well." As Ranboo said his bit his stomach churned, and he felt a brief but familiar panic rise in his chest.

Oh, god, he was gonna be sick.

That would explain the fuzzy feeling during stream. He pushed forward for a little less than a minute, saying his goodbyes to chat and reminding them to follow and prime. A lot of streamer things that his nagging littlespace was quite bored by.

"Buh byeeee!" He clicked the end stream button and practically flew to the bathroom, nearly knocking Tubbo over as he did.

His knees crashed against the hard tile of the bathroom floor. Everything felt too cold, too bright, and smelled of cleaning supplies. He tried to take some deep breaths, to calm his racing heart, but he could barely finish exhaling before he was emptying his stomach into the toilet.

Shaking from head to toe, Ranboo found himself unable to think of anything other than how much he wanted his caregiver and Michael stuffie. Throwing up had always been a surefire way to get him to regress, and it seemed now was no different.

"Jesus Christ, bossman! You've caught quite the stomach bug huh?" Tubbo said from the doorway. Ranboo whimpered a small apology in response, before ducking his head and throwing up again.

"Oh! Hey, don't be sorry bubs!" Tubbo cooed, realizing from the slur in his tone that the taller boy was regressed. "It's gonna be okay, it's not your fault for getting sick."

He carefully rubbed Ranboo's back in an attempt to soothe the little, who all but melted in to the touch. Making sure not to go too far away, Tubbo dug through the cabinets to find a washcloth, and ran it under the faucet.

"Do you think your all done throwing up for now little one?" He asked gently, earning a tired nod in response. "Good, I'm just gonna get you cleaned up, then we can change and get you all snuggled up with your paci. Could you tell me how old you feel while I do all that?"

It took a moment for Ranboo to do anything other than lean closer when the cool cloth began to wipe around his mouth, but when he did he was holding up a two fingers, before switching to just the one, then a closed fist. He let out a frustrated whimper, leading Tubbo to the guess that Ranboo was quite small, and was likely to continue slipping.

"You're okay baby, I've got you. Don't worry about being tiny, Bo is here to take care of you." Tubbo reassured Ranboo, kissing his forehead before returning to the cabinets to grab a toothbrush.

He hesitated, deciding mouthwash would be easier than trying to get Ranboo to sit still long enough for Tubbo to brush his teeth. The shorter teen tried to hurry as Ranboo began to fuss, not wanting his Bo to leave for very long. In his mind he was clearly too tiny to be all by himself!

"Shhh bubs, I'll be right there." Tubbo poured some mouthwash into the bottle cap and offered the strong-smelling liquid to Ranboo, who promptly closed his mouth. "I know, baby, it's gonna taste a bit funny. But we've gotta get the icky germs out of your mouth so that you can get all better and have your paci!"

Ranboo huffed a bit, parting his lips for Tubbo to pour the mouthwash into his mouth. He crinkled his nose as soon as it hit his tongue, resisting the urge to spit it back out immediately. He wanted his paci, and to cuddle with Bo and Michael! So he had to tough it out with the far too minty liquid.

After a few seconds of swishing, Ranboo's eyes started to water and he spit back into the cap. Tubbo dumped it down the sink, making note to wash the cap before putting it back on the bottle. He turned back to see a sniffling little, rubbing at teary eyes.

"Oh honey," he said, wrapping his arms around Ranboo. "I'm sorry, being sick is no fun. You've been such a brave boy today, I'm proud of you."

"P'oud me?" Ranboo parroted, voice wobbly with emotion.

"Yeah baby, Bo is really proud of you!" Ranboo giggled and made grabby hands at his caregiver, tears forgotten.

Thanks to Ranboo's incredible lanky-ness, and Tubbo's overall strength, the latter was able to carry his little bridal-style to the couch. Once Ranboo was situated, Tubbo grabbed the little box from under the couch, and a nearby trash bin in case of future throw up sessions.

He dug through the box, pulling out Michael and handing it to Ranboo, who bounced happily. He also grabbed two pacifiers - one that was half black, half white, and another that was light pink with a little crown in the middle. He held the two out in front of him, letting the little look them over.

"Which paci are we feeling today, little one?" Tubbo asked, receiving a string of babbles in response.

"You're a tiny little guy, aren't you!" Tubbo laughed, booping Ranboo's nose. The little rubbed his cheeks with open palms, a stim that he used frequently when small.

Tubbo grinned, taking a moment to think about how glad he was to be Ranboo's caregiver, especially now that they were both in the UK. It was moments like these when he realized just how much he'd grown to know his little guy's habits, and what they meant. Tubbo felt honored that Ranboo trusted him enough to take care of him while he was regressed.

Brought back to reality by a small squeak of joy, Tubbo realized that Ranboo was pointing at the split colored pacifier, and opening his mouth.

"You've got it, bubs." He said, placing the rubber teat between Ranboo's lips, and putting away the pink paci. Ranboo blinked sleepily up at his caregiver, making weak grabby hands.

"Aww, is my little Boo sleepy?" Tubbo asked, earning a lazy nod. "Well it's a good thing I'm in the mood for some cuddles!"

Ranboo squealed happily around his pacifier, laying down on Tubbo's chest and snuggling in. Tubbo managed to cover them with a blanket that hung on the back of the couch and began to run his fingers through Ranboo's hair to help him fall asleep.

He wondered briefly if he should've made Ranboo take some medicine, but looking down at the exhausted little, Tubbo decided a nap would do him some good.

Besides, Tubbo would always be there if his little Boo needed him.

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