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[Disclaimer: This is an SFW Agere story! Please don’t be weird about it OR confuse it with k1nk!]

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It was a calm day for the boardbots, most of them had been chatting about business and many other sorts of topics. It seemed like a good time for everyone, except for Insider. The cog in question had been pretty quiet for today, standing out of the line of sight from the other cogs. He had felt strange lately, wanting to be alone more often and slack off on her work. They weren’t sure of why he was like this, but it was really affecting his current situation, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other cogs.

It was Paperhands who took notice first, as he walked over and placed a hand on Insider’s shoulder, which caused him to snap out of his spaced out daze. The cog looked over to the other cog, slightly confused.

“Insider, have you been doing alright lately? You’ve just been..standing here the whole time.”

Paperhands asked, the other cogs nodding in unison. The next cog to speak up was the head honcho.

“Yeah, what’s up with you today? You’ve been spacin’ out the whole time we’ve been talkin’.”

Insider looked at each of the cogs, before he spoke up.

“I uh..I’m fine. Just.. thinking about stuff.”

The cogs looked at each other, not totally convinced of this answer.

“You sure? You’ve been like, REALLY odd lately. You sure there’s nothing you wanna talk about?”

Chimed Deadlock. The others didn’t speak out, instead just simply nodding. Insider groaned silently to himself.

“I said I'm fine. I think I just need a break.”

Paperhands rubbed his shoulder, The cog being the most worried for him. Insider gently pulled his hand off his shoulder, stepping back away from the others. He turned his back and began to walk away.

“I’ll be..right back.”

The other cogs merely whispered to each other as the cog walked away, questioning what was exactly up with insider. 

“Oh insider..”

Paperhands mumbled to himself. Head honcho walked up to the cog, placing his own hand on his back.

“Aye, whatever’s up with Insider, I'm sure it’s nothing too big. If he needs a break, then let’s not bother him.”

Paperhands looked up to the giant cog, taking a deep breath and exhaling.

“If you say so.”

The two cogs walked back over to the others, continuing their conversations like usual.

~~~

Insider walked down the hallways, pondering to himself. He thought about his responses to the others, his head leaning down more into his coat. He looked to the floor, watching his feet move along the floor. He thought about his behavior and work, how much he’d have to catch up on his work and want to just regress and..

He shook his head, her face blushing from that sudden thought. He didn’t know why that thought popped up, but it made his chest bubble with a feeling he couldn’t describe. Looking around the hallway to check if anyone was there, he approached the nearest door, twisting the doorknob and stepping inside, locking the door behind him once he was inside. He had looked around, noting that he was in a storage room. Leaning his back on the door, he took a deep breath and sighed. The thoughts just wouldn’t go away. Oh how badly he wanted to feel young, to feel small and happy. He wanted to play and be free, like a child..

He rubbed his forehead, tipping his hat back a smidge. He groaned, wishing these thoughts would just leave him alone. Reaching into one of his pockets, he grabbed something that made his chest feel tight and anxious.

Pulling it out from the pocket, she produced an adult sized pacifier on his hand, resting on her palm. They gulped, feeling embarrassment from the item in question. For so long he had been denying himself the idea of being a regressor. It felt wrong and dumb of him to find comfort in such a thing, and yet he felt like it was right at the same time. After all, it was the reason he had been slacking off and being avoidant of the others.

It was his only sense of peace and love that he so desperately wanted. His chest continued to feel tight, as he felt like he was just gasping for air. His anxiety spiked as he slowly brought the pacifier closer to his face. Did he really want this? Was it really that important to him? He couldn’t really tell, but right now he just had to do something before he had an anxiety attack. He almost felt bitter tears as he finally popped the pacifier in his mouth.

It took him a bit to adjust, as the nib was slightly big for his mouth, but soon started to suckle on it. One minute he was close to panicking and the next minute she was simply suckling the pacifier, their back and chest going from being tense to relaxing little by little. His back slowly slid down on the door, finally sitting down on the floor of the storage room. She brought her knees close to her chest, wrapping their arms around them.

As he suckled, his thoughts seemed to wander off, thinking about the good times with the other boardbots. The bond between them was something no other cog could ever imagine, and it could never be broken. Oh how he wondered what life would be like if they knew about what she was doing right now. Would they accept him, or push her away and abandon her? The thoughts began to grow more worrisome, even dark and scary. Without even realizing it, Insider felt bitter tears form in her eyes. The suckling began to grow slightly faster, as he felt himself start to sniffle and choke back sobs.

She squeezed her eyes close, taking one of her hands to rub one of her eyes. They cried for what seemed like hours, his back heaving up and down as she took deep breaths between having a pacifier in their mouth.

His slow sniffling was suddenly cut off when he heard a knock at the door.

“Hello, is someone there?”

Shit, that was the Head Honcho. Blushing in embarrassment, Insider quickly yanked the pacifier out of her mouth and shoved it into her pocket, quickly getting themselves up. Brushing his coat and tidying herself up, he wiped away his tears and cleared their throat.

Locking the door, they swung open the door, looking up at the giant cog.

“Oh, uh..Hi Honcho.”

Insider faked a smile between each word. He almost swore they felt sweat form on their forehead.

“What were you doing inside the storage room?”

The head honcho questioned.

Insider rubbed the back of their head, trying so hard to not get flustered.

“Nothing, I was just..taking a break. I needed some time to myself.”

The Head Honcho looked at the cog with concern. The Head Honcho placed his hand on the cog’s shoulder, The cog in question almost tensing up.

“Listen, Insider. We’re all sorry for trying to get answers out of you, we weren’t trying to shrug off your feelings. Just know that we’ve got your back, ok?”

Insider quietly sighed, before looking up and smiling at the giant cog. Oh how they wished to tell him and the others what she was really doing to cope.

“Uh, Thanks, I guess.” Insider mumbled.

“How about we head back to the others, I’m sure you’ve got a lot to say. It’s starting to get a little boring without you around.”

Head Honcho said, patting Insider on the back.

Insider chuckled to themselves, walking with the bigger cog in question.

“You have no idea..”

Insider knew that one day they’d all know about their coping mechanism, but now was just not the time. Not yet, at least.

#sfw interaction only #sfw agere #age regression #toontown corporate clash #fanfiction #insider #head honcho #paperhands #deadlock

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[Disclaimer: This is an SFW Agere story! Please don’t be weird about it OR confuse it with k1nk!]

~~~

It seemed like a usual day for Graham. He had been regressing a lot lately, especially around Flint. The cog always found comfort in being with him, a sense of safety and joy that nothing else could ever compare. So it was very surprising when this day of all days was very different.

The two cogs were walking down the streets of mezzo melodyland, Flint was specifically looking for a certain house, all while holding Graham’s hand and leading him along the way. Graham looked around the place before they eventually stopped at a small and yet quaint little house.

“What are we doing here?”

Graham questioned, as Flint simply knocked on the door. He didn’t answer right away, which confused Graham until the door opened. They were both greeted by Belle, the sweetest cog on the street, hell even the entirety of mezzo melodyland! Graham was clearly more confused as they both entered the small house. The aroma of sweet cookies filled the air as they stepped over the threshold.

“Oh, Flint! I’m so glad you’ve arrived!” Exclaimed belle, her hands placed together in joy.

“Hey Belle, Sorry for being late, We had to take a lot of detours along the way.”

Flint explained, rubbing the back of his head. The cog was clearly embarrassed by this fact.

“Oh I don't mind one bit, Flint. I’ve kept myself busy while you two made your way over here!”

She said, walking over to check on the baked goods she was currently making. Graham couldn’t help but still feel a sense of confusion. Looking up at Flint, he rubbed his shoulder, which brought the fire-based cog’s attention.

“What is it, Graham?”

Flint asked, Seeing that Graham was questioning everything.

“Why are we here exactly? I’m not here to eat cookies or anything, I'm a busy guy!”

Flint rubbed the back of his head once more, a look of ‘you’re gonna hate me for this’ on his very face.

“Well, you see Graham…I uh..”

“Oh, I’m here to babysit While you’re Lovely boyfriend works on errands!”

Belle explained, as she pulled out the next fresh batch of cookies and set them to cool off on a metal rack.

Graham was dumbfounded. What did she just say?

“Wait..WHAT?”

Graham exclaimed, Looking at the two cogs back and forth. Did Belle really know about his way of coping? How could Flint do this to him!?

“Flint, I thought you were the only one that knew!”

“Well, technically I was, but I trust Belle a lot to keep it safe and hidden so you’re in good hands.”

Graham was absolutely bewildered, dumbfounded, astounded even. Belle really knew about his way of coping. This couldn’t get any worse.

“I promise i’ll be back after a while, but I need you to be good around Belle while I do errands.”

”Flint, you can’t leave me here! Just take me with you. I don't need a babysitter!”

Flint sighed. He knew this was going to be hard.

“Listen Graham, you’ve been regressing alot lately and I don't want the others to get suspicious. Belle is very trustworthy, considering she’s already worked with children before.”

“But, But!”

Graham spluttered. He really couldn’t talk his way out of this one.

“Anyways, I’ll be back soon Graham, I promise. I’ll see you both soon!” Flint said, as he made his way out the door, closing it behind him and leaving a stunned Graham in place. Belle placed a hand on his shoulder, making the speedy cog snap out of his daze to snap his head over to the phone-headed cog.

“It’s alright, Graham. You’re in good hands with me! I promise you that you’re safe with me.”

She smiled, only for her hand to be smacked away by Graham's own hand.

“Listen lady, I don’t need a damn babysitter and I'm certainly not a big baby like Flint told you!”

Expecting Belle to take his remark seriously, he was taken aback when the cog simply giggled wholeheartedly. Belle patted the cog’s back, before she turned her way back into the kitchen.

“I see, Well i won’t stop you from being an adult, But please make yourself comfortable, Flint’s very busy today so you might be here for a few hours.”

She simply hummed as she made her way back into baking more goods, leaving Graham to his own will. The Cog huffed, making his way over to a blue couch and plopping himself down upon it. He crossed his arms, groaning as he wished Flint was already here.

~~~

1 hour, He fiddled his fingers as a way to distract himself.

2 hours, tapped his foot on the floor, trying to figure a way to get himself out of this situation. He basically came up with nothing.

For 3 hours, he dozed off for a bit, only to be interrupted from his slumber by Belle placing a plate full of cookies on the small coffee table. Graham stared at the delightful treats, yet didn’t help himself to the treats. Belle immediately took notice of this, worried for him.

“Honey, it’s been 3 hours, you need to eat something.”

Belle said, leaning over to place her hand on one of his knees. Graham simply huffed.

“I’m not hungry.”

Belle sighed.

“I know you know better than to deny that you are in fact hungry. Please just eat, even if it’s just a small bite.”

“I SAID I’M NOT HUNGRY DAMMIT!”

He snapped at the phone, pulling his knees close to his chest and burying his face into them. Belle almost felt defeated, feeling like she had failed Flint for such a basic job she had been so experienced in for years. Graham, not realizing what he had done, started to feel bad for acting out so harshly.

He slightly whimpered to himself, really starting to feel bad for what he did to Belle. Belle simply sighed, standing back up and slowly making her way to her own room. Shit, Graham needed to act quick or he’d regret it forever.

“Belle, wait!” Belle stopped in her steps, but not turning around. Graham paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

“I…I’m so..” He choked.

“What was that?”

Belle asked, slightly turning her head.

“I’m..Sorry! I’m Sorry!”

Graham exclaimed. He went silent and simply watched what Belle would do next. The cog turned herself around, a simple smile on her face as a slight tear ran down her face.

“I’m really, really sorry for what I said. I just wanna see flint again and..and..”

He choked up, starting to feel bitter tears form in his eyes. Belle approached the cog, sitting on the couch beside him and placing a hand on his knee.

“I really didn’t mean what i said i just..just!”

He hiccuped. He couldn’t bring himself to say another word. Belle, content with the apology, simply pulled out a pacifier, popping it into Graham’s mouth. Graham took to the pacifier easily, suckling on it and calming down slowly. Belle palmed her hand on the side of Graham’s face.

“Oh Honey, I forgive you. I know you never meant those words.”

Graham simply sniffled, reaching his arms out for a hug. Belle easily took him in for a hug, the cog still suckling on the pacifier. He felt content and happy, just as much as when he was around Flint. Maybe this wasn’t so bad at all.

“Now, how about we have some cookies? I can get you a bottle of milk for it!”

Graham lifted himself from the hug, nodding as he rubbed his eyes of dried tears.

~~

After hours of work and errands, Flint had finally arrived back at the front door of Belle’s house. Knocking on the door, he was quickly greeted by Belle, The cog happily smiling back at him. Before he could ask how everything went, he was quickly shushed by Belle, as she pointed over to something that soon caught Flint’s attention.

Laying on the couch, covered with a blanket and suckling on the same pacifier Belle gave to him, was a sleeping Graham. He was snuggled up and smiling happily as he suckled continuously on the pacifier. Flint sighed in relief, looking at the Phone-headed cog with a big smile on his face.

They both placed their hands on their shoulders, feeling accomplished in themselves as they watched Graham peacefully sleeping.

A job well done.

#sfw agere #sfw interaction only #toontown corporate clash #pacesetter #firestarter #mouthpiece #fanfiction

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[Disclaimer: This is an SFW Agere story! Please don’t be weird about it OR confuse it with k1nk!] ~~~

“Ugh. That Damned override.”

Chip held onto his chest, the light blinking red as he stumbled his way to his desk. Nearly collapsing onto his desk, he angrily threw a chair before throwing himself onto the desk. He hated this. Hated this job, hated this god damn override. He hated everything about this, and for once he wished he’d just fall into a fetal position and forget everything about this life he was forced to live in, and yet he just couldn’t.

"I wish I never worked for this company in the first place!"

He slammed his fists on the desk, his emotional state bubbling like a hot engine. He nearly lost himself as he continued his dialogue, explaining how he never wants these toons to tell his only “Brother” Spruce the truth, due to the constant fear of losing the only person that truly cared about him.

"You should leave as soon as possible."

"I don't want you to be here when that monster comes back."

Most of the toons turned their backs and left the room, except for one. The toon in question was a beaver, with a green coat and hazel eyes. The toon slowly approached the cog, being weary of what would happen if they stepped even closer.

“Go.”

Was all that chip said as he held the urge to break down, albeit very poorly. His body quivered and shook as his fingers dug into the wooden desk. Instead of the toon backing away and leaving him alone, the toon only approached Chip cautiously. The toon jumped on a chair and climbed up onto the desk, getting a better look of the chainsaw.

Chip looked up at the toon, an almost grimaced look on his face.

“Are you deaf? I said go-”

The toon placed a hand on his head, their eyes told of an emotion Chip had never seen before. Sympathy. This toon felt sorry for him, and it showed as their hand moved down to cup the side of his face. Finally the toon spoke.

“You poor thing.”

Chip fell into shock, utterly baffled by the toon’s words. How could a toon feel anything for a cog?

He couldn’t answer that question himself.

“Don’t pity me, Toon.”

He spoke, his head looking down as he pleaded to himself to collapse and find a moment of safety. The toon, still cupping the side of chip’s face, sat on their knees and gently wrapped their arms around his head, the side of their face snuggling into the hat.

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this. If I had known this was what would happen, I would've never..”

The toon paused.

“I wouldn’t have started the fight in the first place.”

That finally broke him. Just that one apology broke his mentality. His fingers relaxed as he collapsed to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes as he sniveled. The toon release themselves from the embrace, hopping off the desk and gently holding Chip’s hand. The toon took notice of how big his hand was, as their own hand was small compared to his.

Chip simply cried, sniffling in between choked sobs. In this very moment, he felt small and helpless.

He so badly wished Spruce was here. Just to be able to hug him would simply take his worries away. Instead, he had this toon beside him, the toon gently petting his hand as a way to comfort him.

“It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.”

Chip looked at the toon miserably, his other hand rubbing one of his eyes to wipe the tears away. He hiccuped through his sniveling as he choked out his words.

“I just wan my bubba..”

He uttered out, his tears still dripping down from his eyes. The toon quickly took notice of how chip said those words, He spoke as if he was simply a child that was scared. The toon gently hugged the giant cog, all while rubbing his back in a circular motion.

“I’m here, Revvington. I’m right here.”

Chip gently hugged the toon back, his choked sobs shaking his whole body. Minutes passed, and Chip was slowly calming down from his crying tangent. He began to feel sleepy, which wasn’t out of ordinary since he just had a crying fit minutes ago.

“Aw, is someone sleepy?”

The toon asked.

Chip rubbed one of his eyes, quietly groaning to himself. He looked at the toon, a soft and tired expression on his face.

“Mmh, no..”

He responded, yawning in the process. The toon smiled, before (with difficulty) helped the cog up on his feet. The toon gently held his hand, gently pulling him along to the big doors on the side of the wall.

“Alright big fella, let’s get you into some more comfy clothes and get you to bed.”

Chip mumbled something under his breath, but the toon couldn’t tell what exactly it was. Making it into the hallway and near the door that literally had the suit’s manager name on it, they both enter the room, leading the cog over to the bed and setting him down. The toon let go of the cog’s hand, heading over to a drawer and opening of the shelves. Rummaging around, they pick out a flannel bodysuit, with buttons on the bottom so the outfit fits in place. The toon turned around to approach the chainsaw, pajamas in hand.

“How’s this outfit, big fella? You like it?”

Chip looked at the outfit, simply nodding his head.

~~

Once the outfit was fitted onto the cog, the toon clicked the buttons in, knowing that the pajamas fit perfectly. Chip sat up, looking at his outfit and giggled tiredly.

“Wan Woo’chuck..”

The toon’s ears perked up for a moment, turning to the cog’s sleepy face.

“Who’s Woodchuck?”

The toon asked, puzzled until the cog in question pointed to a red teddy bear that sat on the floor. The toon made an audible ‘oh’ as they approached and picked up the bear. Returning to the cog, the toon handed the bear to the cog, to which the cog happily snuggled. Helping the cog lay down comfortably in bed, the toon gently covered the chainsaw with a blanket. Chip yawns once more, the blades on his apparatus revving ever so slightly.

“Alright buddy, time to go night-night ok?”

Chip mumbled.

“Otay..”

With no other words, chip’s eyes fluttered close, the cog slowly dozing off. The toon placed a hand on the side of Chip’s face, before retracting and making their way to the bedroom door.

Before he could turn the doorknob, he heard something that he wasn’t expecting.

“Goo’night bubba…”

Chip mumbled out.

The toon smiled, turning the doorknob and exiting out the door. Before closing the door, the toon quietly responded.

“Goodnight, Lil Buddy.”

Chip finally dozed off, his mind wandering off into dreamland.

~~

When chip woke up, he awoke to a daze and state of confusion. Rubbing his eyes and eventually his head, he took notice of the teddy bear that laid on the floor near his bed. Before he could question his very beloved teddy bear, he quickly took notice of the pajamas he wore. He quietly gasped. He didn’t remember wearing this. Looking around, he sat himself up on his bed, pondering what had happened yesterday. It didn’t take long before he saw a letter on his table.

Picking up the letter, he read what contained in the letter.

‘Dear Revvington, if you’re reading this, you might be confused about what happened. You were having a bad day and I decided to help you out, so I hope you don’t mind that I took care of you. I promise you that you’re not a freak for coping like this, I can only imagine what you go through every day. I hope you had a nice nap, you looked like you needed it. Signed, Chuck.’

Chip sighed, crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the bin. He got dressed in his suit before exiting his room, ready to get back to work. Whoever this ‘Chuck’ was (hoping it wasn’t a toon), he did appreciate the help. He couldn’t help but smile (if he could) at the thought of meeting this mysterious figure one day, as bizarre as it may seem.

In the end, it was back to work. He could take a break another time.

#sfw interaction only #sfw agere #fanfiction #chip revvington #toontown corporate clash

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[Disclaimer: This is an SFW Agere story! Please don’t be weird about it OR confuse it with k1nk!]

~~

It was a rough day for the Foreman. Hour after hour, he'd be confronted by many toons, all gags at the ready to pummel him with. He had his moments of almost succumbing to the injuries he had endured, but was lucky enough to have greened each toon one by one. Currently aiding in his own injuries, the skelecog in question was patiently waiting (yet hoping it wasn't the case) for any other toons to walk in and try to fight him. He mumbled to himself, his distain more prevalent than ever.

Just as he finished up repairing himself up, the doors to the very room he stood in clicked and shifted. Great, more toons. He groaned, getting into position as another line of three cogs joined in by his side.

Three of the toons entered the room, gags at the ready. One of the toons looked around for the last toon, clearly frustrated that the last toon didn't come any sooner.

"Get your bum in here, Junior!"

The cat toon exclaimed. Quickly entering the room was the mouse toon that was named Junior, Their outfit being a simple striped shirt and denim overalls. Attached to the overalls was a pendant, with said pendant holding a red and blue pacifier. The Foreman was slightly puzzled at this, but shook it off as he readied himself to fight back.

~~

The toons quickly took action, only throwing pies at the three random cogs as the lure Junior had attempted to use failed on them.

"Ok, we took those cogs out. Now it's time to finish the Foreman off!"

The cat toon said, looking over to Junior.

"And this time, DON'T mess this lure up, Junior."

Junior quietly squeaked to himself.

"I'll Twy.."

Junior muttered out.

"And stop it with the baby talk, you're a grown toon!"

Junior squeaked once more, pulling out the last magnet he owned and giving it a shot. It failed. Miserably. The Foreman almost chuckled to himself at this, but quickly took notice of how upset the Mouse seemed to be getting.

"Oh Come on!"

The Cat exclaimed.

"Can't you do anything right!? I can't believe i even brought you with me!"

Junior whimpered.

"I'm really sowwy.."

"Stop it with the baby act! Act your age for once, please!"

The mouse began to get choked up as tears welled up in his eyes. The mouse couldn't even get another word out as the toon began to cry. Junior fell to his knees, rubbing at his eyes as tears fell down his face. one of the other toons, a Crocodile, spoke up.

"Hey man, that's wasn't very nice to say. Junior was trying his best!"

She said, placing a hand on the Cat's shoulder. The cat easily smacked her hand away as he look at the crocodile with a grimace.

"It's not MY fault this baby can't get his gags right! He can barely act his own age!"

The cat exclaimed, pointing at the sobbing mouse. Seeing this all go down made something bubble inside the Foreman. He couldn't stand to see just how vile the cat toon was being towards another toon.

"He can't help it! Have you ever considered that it's his way of coping!?"

The crocodile exclaimed, clearly getting frustrated at the cat.

"Well he should've coped another time, we're in a middle of a fight and now we might get greened by the Foreman because of him!"

"ENOUGH!"

The foreman yelled. This scared the daylights out of the toons, hearing such a booming voice from such a cog. The skelecog approached the toons, making his way over to the crying mouse. The toons, thinking that he was about to harm the toon, pulled out a few cream pies and prepared to fight back. They only froze when they saw the foreman scoop the mouse up from the ground, cradling the toon in his arms.

The Mouse kept sobbing, hiccupping between sobs and clearly distressed. Picking up the pacifier from the pendant, The foreman popped the pacifier into the toons mouth, causing the toon to open their eyes as they looked up at the foreman. The mouse began to suckle on the pacifier, still sniveling as the tears slowly began to dry up down his face.

"Shh, it's ok little one. Papa's here."

The foreman cooed, brushing his hand on the toon's small head, the feeling of soft fur tickling his hand. the mouse began to slowly calm down, still suckling as his sniffling grew down to a simple sniff.

The foreman smiled as he rocked the toon back and forth, noting that he couldn't help but find peace in knowing the toon was feeling better. The mouse gently yawned, stretching their limbs as the toon began to almost fall asleep. The foreman looked up from the mouse and faced the other toons, The cat clearly the most shocked out of the others.

"Now, You toons better be more nicer to the little one. He's having a bad day and he needs the support he deserves."

The foreman spoke out, his face grimacing at the cat specifically.

"And i expect this to happen immediately. especially you, you mangy cat."

The cat swallowed, and audible 'gulp' being heard.

The foreman looked back to the mouse, who had almost dozed off in his arms. Brushing the toon's head again, it seemed to have helped gently wake up the mouse. "Wake up, little one. It's time to go bye bye."

The mouse yawned once more, as the foreman gently placed the toon down to the ground. The toon rubbed his eyes, walking over and holding the hand of the crocodile.

The foreman quickly pulled out a cigar, lighting it up as he took in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Now go on and get, I've got better things to do than have you waste my time."

Two of the toons left, leaving the crocodile and mouse behind. The mouse approached the foreman, hugging his leg for a moment before letting go and returning to the crocodile.

"Bye bye papa.."

The mouse mumbled out, before the last two toons made their way out. The foreman chuckled to himself.

"Goodbye, Junior."

That was enough action for the foreman today.

#sfw interaction only #sfw agere #fanfiction #age regression #agere caregiver #factory foreman #toontown corporate clash

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[Disclaimer: This is an SFW Agere story! Please don’t be weird about it OR confuse it with k1nk!]

(also this is my take on graham’s ‘home’ so it won’t be accurate at all)

~~~

It was like any other banquet for Cogs Inc., and a boring one at that. It was the same every year, the CEO would talk about the most boring slop only for it to be sabotaged by those lousy toons with their sickly sweet gags. Honestly, that’s what Graham wished would happen right this second.

Graham sat in his chair, fiddling with his hair as he tried to stomach all the drabble and pointless yammering from the CEO, mumbling to himself while doing so. His mind had tried to wander off into nothingness only to be brought back by the annoying rambling that was the CEO.

He sighed, leaning his hands on the side of his face, his elbow on the table aiding on propping him up. He was incredibly bored and restless, so much so that he hadn’t even so much as touched his can of oil in front of him. He wished Flint was beside him, but he was only to be seen at another table. He whined quietly.

If it wasn’t clear he was restless, the Bellringer sure took notice of it. Benjamin was always the kind of cog to get into gossip, regardless of how mundane it was. He wondered to himself why Graham was so much more restless than usual, but paid no mind for the moment. After all, he wasn’t going to miss out on any sort of information to gossip about later in this banquet.

~~~

Hours had passed..or was it a few minutes?

Graham was finally at his breaking point, this banquet was officially the slowest one he had been at and his neediness for freedom and peace was dire. His eyes were half-lidded and begging to finally close. In his exhausted daze, he unconsciously began to suck at this thumb, his eyes fluttering closed as he finally had a moment to cope and regress. He wasn’t sure why this comforted him, as he never had a childhood or was ever a kid to begin with. He was just a robot born from a machine and made to work. Even if he didn’t notice what he was doing, Benjamin sure did, as just peeping a look next to him told him enough of what was happening.

“You ok, ‘ove?”

Ben asked, his hand placed on Graham’s shoulder.

Graham’s eyes snapped open as he quickly withdrew his thumb from his mouth. He was caught in a daze for a moment, before snapping his head towards Ben. Shit, he had been caught red-handed.

“Can’t a guy get some peace and quiet!?”

Graham huffed, clearly upset that his moment of peace had popped like a delicate bubble.

Benjamin was taken aback by this sudden outburst, drawing his hand off of the tired cog’s shoulder.

“By Jove! My apologies, Mr.Payser. I was simply curious as to what you were doing.”

Graham growled.

“It’s none of your damn business! You better not tell a soul about what you saw.” “I know you and your gossiping ways, bell boy..”

Graham snarled out, rubbing his eyes in the process.

Before Benjamin could utter another word, the boisterous sound of the CEO echoed out. The banquet was finally over with, thank COG.

Without any hesitation, Graham sprinted out of the room, leaving a lot of the managers confused..except for Flint.  He knew (and saw) what had gone down, and had to check up on the speedy cog.

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“Stupid fucking Ben, ruining my peace. How would he like it if I did that to him!?”

Graham mumbled to himself, pacing in his familiar pace corner. The cog had busied himself for minutes now, not once taking a moment to calm down. He only got angrier by the second.

Flint arrived on the floor via elevator, after a long and leg breaking walk to his destination. When the bell dinged, he stepped out of the elevator to see the familiar cog pacing around. Flint sighed, and approached the human-like cog.

“Graham? Are you ok?”

Flint asked, causing the sellbot to stop and turn around. Before Flint could utter another question, he had been tackled down by the sellbot, the sensation of arms wrapped around him snuggly present. The wind clearly knocked out of him.

Graham had no intention of letting go of Flint, his eyes slowly pricked with tears as his frustrations finally welled up into mindless weeping.

Still holding Graham, Flint sat up and placed the cog on his lap, all the while rubbing the sellbot’s back soothingly.

“Oh, you poor thing..”

Flint exhaled, still rubbing the poor sellbot’s back as Graham sobbed into his suit.

It had been mere minutes before Graham finally calmed down, merely sniffling as he wiped his face of dried tears.

“Feel better, Honey?”

Flint asked, his hand still placed on Graham’s back.

Graham sniffled.

“Not really..”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” “No.”

Flint sighed, respecting Graham’s wishes, although wishing he would open up for once. They had finally broken up the hug, leaving Graham sitting on the floor. Flint quickly took notice of this and stood in front of the sellbot.

“You want uppies, lil’ buddy?” Graham quickly nodded, his arms raised and hands pawing the air. Flint took that as a yes and quickly picked up the cog in his arms, supporting Graham like he was nothing more than a heavy pillow. Graham quickly placed his thumb in his mouth, suckling as he leaned against Flint's shoulder. The poor thing was clearly tired after a rough banquet.

“How about we get you into some more comfy clothes and I'll fix you some oil to drink?”

Graham mumbled in a ‘yes’ sort of manner, and simply snuggled his face into Flint's shoulder. Flint simply patted Graham's back as he made his way upstairs. Finally in the bedroom, he sat Graham on the bed and walked over to the nearby closet, opening it to many outfits that Graham never wore super often, as it was company protocol to wear suits in the first place.

Hidden deep in the closet, was a footed onesie decorated with a leopard pattern, including little ears on the hood and a tail on the back. Flint pulled it out of the closet and presented it to Graham. Graham looked up with puppy-like eyes, seemingly in his own headspace.

“Look Grammy, it’s your favorite onesie! Do you wanna wear this?”

Graham simply nodded his head, reaching his arms out to grab the piece of soft and comfortable fabric. Flint, knowing that Graham could manage putting on the onesie himself, simply kissed him on the forehead and made his way to the stairs.

“I’ll be back, Lil buddy. I’m just gonna fix your drink for you while you get dressed!” “Okay Flint..”

Graham responded, still sitting on the bed as he watched Flint leave the room. Flint made his way to one of the smaller rooms that happened to be a fairly small kitchen.

[Author’s temporary note: this door right here is the kitchen. Work with me here ok i'm trying. Ok, continue with the story.]

Flint opened the door to the small room and it was mostly empty. Graham never took the time to have everything that a kitchen needed. Sure it had counters, a very small fridge and a microwave but that was really it. Sighing, Flint made his way over to the fridge, opening it to surprisingly see it stocked up with cans of oil. It made sense really, considering how much Graham moved around and ran all over the place.

Grabbing a can of oil, he used a claw to open a hole into the can. Setting the oil on the counter, he looked for any sort of cup, only to find something that would work just fine: A sippy cup.

Grabbing the sippy cup and opening the lid, he carefully poured the oil into the small cup until it was just about full. Closing and tightening the lid, he made his way out of the small kitchen, closing the door behind him. Making his way to the stairs, he made his way up to be greeted with a fully dressed Graham, all cozy in a leopard onesie.

“Hi Graham-Gram, I got your baba all ready for you!”

Flint had noticed that Graham had found his favorite pacifier, and as Graham quickly looked over to Flint, his face brightened up while still suckling on the object in question. Flint couldn’t help but feel relief and comfort in knowing Graham was going to be just fine.

Graham quickly pulled his pacifier out, setting it to the side as he raised his arms up, pawing the air yet again as he giggled. Flint walked over and sat beside Graham, handing over the sippy cup to the smaller robot. Seeing the cog start quickly chugging the oil down was a bit surprising to Flint, as even with Graham’s standards he’d know better than to drink oil that fast.

“Woah, Buddy. let’s slow down with the chugging. You don’t wanna get a stomachache..”

Flint said, with a tinge of concern in his voice. Graham took this to heart, slowing himself down as he moved to lay his head on Flint’s lap. Flint didn’t budge and instead started to gently brush and play with Graham’s curled hair. Even in the state Graham was in, it felt so nice to see a happy cog again. 

In between drinking nearly half of the oil, Graham stopped and looked up at Flint. He wondered about why Flint seemed so ok with this, so…relaxed and caring about all of this. Just the simple questions and thoughts made him almost teary eyed again. Flint quickly noticed this, and carefully graced his hand on the side of Graham’s face.

“What’s wrong, Graham?”

He asked, obviously concerned for him.

“Mmh..”

Graham Whined.

Flint sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Listen Graham, I know it’s hard to talk, but I can't help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong..”

Flint replied, stroking the man’s soft hair.

Graham looked down, bitter tears forming in his eyes. He wanted to tell Flint so badly what had upset him but couldn’t find the right words to explain it. He simply took a deep breath and sighed.

“Flint..Do you think i’m a freak?”

Flint was taken aback by the question, not expecting such a response. He lifted Graham up  and adjusted him so he sat on his lap.

“Now what makes you think that? I would never ever say something like that to you!”

“Well it’s just that..i was caught sucking my thumb at the banquet by that dumbass bell. I couldn’t help it, the banquet was so boring! I’m terrified that he’ll gossip about it to the others and they’ll know how much of a freak I am for coping like this..”

Graham spilled out, tears leaking down his face as he explained his heart out. Flint understandably had a terrible amount of concern for him. Flint gently hugged Graham, slowly rubbing his back in circles.

“Don’t you ever say that word ever again. You’re not a freak, you’re simply trying to cope and there’s nothing wrong with that. So what if he gossips about it, I’ll have a personal talk with him sometime.”

Graham felt shocked that Flint took it so seriously, which should’ve been expected for him.

“But..” “I don’t want to hear it, Graham.”

Flint released Graham from the hug and looked at the teary-eyed cog. His yellow eyes looking into those purplish-pink eyes that stared back at him. He placed his finger and thumb under Graham’s chin and gently smirked.

“Besides, you’re my little superstar, and nothing will ever make me love you any less. Not even a gossiping bell.”

Flint kissed Graham’s forehead, before returning the both of them into a hugging embrace. Graham couldn’t help but feel the tears fill back up again as he gently hugged Flint back.

“I..bwuh..mmh..”

He whined, finally letting himself snivel and whimper as he felt the tears roll down his face. He swore his crying lasted for an hour, but had only been merely a bare few minutes before he eventually tired himself out. Flint took note of this and simply smiled.

“Did my little superstar tire himself out?”

Graham could only make a single sound as a way of saying ‘yes’, which gave Flint a sense of confirmation and simply stood up, carrying Graham in his arms. Grabbing the pacifier, he popped it into Graham's mouth, which he took to gladly. 

Moving over to the side of the bed, he gently opened the covers with one arm and gently placed graham onto the soft mattress. He gently pulled the blanket to cover Graham up and gave him a kiss on his forehead once more. Walking his way to the other side, Flint carefully got into the bed, covering himself with the soft and comfortable cover. Not even a few seconds into getting comfortable in bed, Graham turned over and snuggled close to Flint, the warmth lulling him to a blissful slumber. Flint smiled, placing one of his hands on Graham’s head as he too began to doze off. 

He wasn’t sure what would happen for the both of them tomorrow, but right now it didn’t matter.

All he knew was that Graham was safe, and that was all that mattered.

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