Chapter Text
It had been quite a while since STAT had last regressed. Quite a while was an under-exaggeration, it had been YEARS since she had last regressed.
After meeting SAM, her only friend for 11 years, she had stopped regressing, out of fear of her judging her. After a while, it took a toll on her, but she passed it off as "Just missing the others." (Which was true, but it wasn't the reason.)
Now, SAM is dead.
It's just her.
Alone.
In this cruel, wicked elevator.
She couldn't help but curl into a ball and cry, trying her best to not make herself slip. She soon heard some sort of noise, she mostly blocked it out, but after five minutes, she opened her eyes and looked up.
"--- okay?"
It was Melanie.
She was kind of glad it was Melanie there, seeing her sob, instead of someone who hated her, but she was still in an unfortunate situation. She could already feel herself slipping at Melanie's soft voice.
"Are you doing okay, STAT?"
STAT reluctantly shook her head.
"..Are you currently able to use her words?"
STAT shook her head once again, and whimpered softly. Melanie was obviously catching on. She was gonna tell everyone else and then everyone else was gonna make fun of her and then -
"Hey. Look at me."
STAT hadn't even noticed she was starting to turn pale. She turned towards Melanie.
"Would you like me to pick you up, STAT?" Melanie asked.
STAT responded by putting her arms up in the air, to which Melanie giggled at.
"You're so silly.."
Melanie picked her up, before they exited the elevator onto Melanie's floor. (pretend there is oen and its like poobs apartment but its melanie themed and you cant destroy shit Ok)
STAT was still very confused on how Melanie found out so quickly that she was a regressor, but she couldn't even think about it right now, as her brain was so foggy.
"Those clothes must be pretty uncomfy for you.. Do you wanna take a bath?"
STAT nodded and clapped her hands, before being placed in a bathtub. She was playing with some toys whilst Melanie washed her hair, which distracted her. Melanie soon took her out of the bath and dried her hair, playing some kids videos on her phone to keep her from protesting.
Melanie sat her down and put her in a diaper, then putting a onesie on her.
"Feeling better, sweetpea?"
STAT nodded eagerly, hugging her.
"Awww, I love you too, honeybun."
STAT was probably gonna kill Melanie when she got out of this headspace, but for now, she was ok with it.