Hey, y’all! This is one of my stories, and I hope you enjoy it! There are 2 perspective in this: SB and Em (yes, I put myself in here 🙂 ). Hope y’all like it, and here we go! (Also, Charlie is a Slime-hybrid [he’s 10% Slime], Ren is a wolf-hybrid, Fundy is a fox-hybrid, Tubbo is a goat-hybrid, and Tommy is an Avian [a person with wings that retract into their back when not in use]). (@Admins, I’m so sorry this is so long 🙁 )

Title: Baby-Sitting Chaos

I shifted underneath the covers of my bed in my base in Friend or Foe. My base in Shady Oaks was under construction after a minor creeper incident, and my Hardcore House was pretty noisy due to my basement’s storage system malfunctioning. So, I decided to spend the next few nights in my Friend or Foe base. After all, what could possibly happen there, right? Well, I was about to find out.
“SB?”
A high-pitched voice entered my dream and woke me up. I turned so I was facing whoever was calling me, and I saw a small child, no older than 3 or 4, staring at me. He had familiar brown eyes and curly brown hair, and he looked like he was wearing Quiff’s outfit.
“Who are you, how did you get in my base, how do you know my name, and what do you want?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep.
“Clown, let go!” Another small voice shouted from the other side of my base.
“No!” Yet another voice replied.
“What in the world is going on?” I asked as I got out of bed.
“Mini and Clown keep fighting, and I don’t know how to get them to stop.” The first child said to me.
“Mini and Clown?” I said. “Are you sure? Last I checked, they were full-grown adults.”
The child shrugged. We walked to where the other two kids were, and I gasped. The kid on the left had glasses and was wearing Mini’s vibrantly-colored outfit, and the kid on the right was wearing Clown’s mask and clothing! And both of them were fighting over a piece of toast.
“Wait, if those two are Mini and Clown,” I said to the first child, “then you’re…”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m Quiff.”
My jaw dropped. “What on earth?! Wha–how?!”
Quiff shrugged. “I dunno. You might wanna separate those two though.”
I looked at Mini and Clown, and I could tell that Mini was about to get his sword out. I rushed toward my two friends/foes, and I stepped in between them and took the toast from their hands.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you guys!” I said. “What’s going on?”
“Clown stole my toast!” Mini told me.
“I didn’t know it was his!” Clown claimed.
“You did, too! You knew that I was about to put jam on it!”
“Guys, chill.” I told them. “How did you guys get turned into kids?”
Mini looked at me with all the innocence only a three-year-old could muster. “I don’t know.” He said.
“Me neither.” Clown added. “But I do know this: I’m bored, and I want to go outside.”
“Me too!” Quiff exclaimed.
“Hold it, you guys. We’re not going outside right now.” I said. “I’m going to go get my fiance, and I’m trusting you guys to be alone for about a half-hour without blowing something up. Ok?”
“Ok!” Quiff, Clown, and Mini said in unison.
“Ok. Be good.”
With that, I walked out of my base, and rushed to Shady Oaks, hoping that Em could help me.
– – –

I had had a… stressful morning, to say the least. I had woken up to find out that Fundy, Ren, Tommy, Charlie, and Tubbo had been turned into toddlers. Fundy was a literal talking, clothes-wearing fox kit, and Ren was a talking, clothes-wearing wolf pup. Thankfully, Charlie, Tubbo, and Tommy looked like their adult selves, just… smaller. That’s not to say that they weren’t chaotic, though.
“Charlie, Ren, get out of the cereal cupboard!” I told them, holding Fundy in my arms. “Tubbo, stop head-butting everything and everyone. Tommy, stop flying around!”
Ren and Charlie looked at me, their mouths full of cereal. Tubbo didn’t listen to me, and he head-butted the cupboard door next to Ren and Charlie, scaring the both of them! And Tommy… well, he kept flying around the room until I grabbed his tiny leg.
“Oi!” Tommy exclaimed. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“What do you think you’re doing?” I replied. “Get back onto the ground, or I swear, you’re going in timeout.”
“Fine.” Tommy huffed as he landed on the ground with his arms crossed.
Not two seconds later, Tubbo rammed into Tommy! The Avian shrieked and started flying around the room with the tiny goat-hybrid chasing him while Charlie tried to shove himself into an empty cereal box.
“Get in there!” Ren said as he tried to shove Charlie further into the box.
“I’m trying!” The Slime-hybrid called, his voice muffled by the cardboard.
“Charlie, get out of there!” I said to him. “And Ren, stop helping him!”
“It’s for research!” Charlie replied.
“Yeah, research!” Ren echoed.
“Guys, can y’all just–oww!!” I exclaimed in pain as Tubbo rammed my leg, causing me to accidentally drop Fundy!
He landed on all four paws, thank goodness, and he instantly started skittering around the kitchen as fast as he could.
“I’m free! I’m free!” He cackled. “Hahaha!!”
“Fundy, calm down!” I told him.
“Get in the box, Charlie!” Ren told his friend.
“I can’t fit!”
“AHHHHH!!” Tommy shrieked as Tubbo kept chasing him.
“What on earth is going on here?!”
The six of us froze when we heard SB’s voice. We all looked toward the doorway, and my fiance was standing there with a look of confusion on his face.
“Oh, uh…” I stammered. “Hey, SB!”
“What happened?!” He replied.
“Long story short, Fundy, Ren, Tommy, Tubbo, and Charlie somehow got turned into toddlers and have been causing chaos all day. Agh!” I exclaimed as Tubbo head-butted my leg again. “Will you stop that?!”
“No.” Was the goat-hybrid’s response as he sat down.
“Tubbo, stop.” Tommy told his friend as he wrapped his arms around Tubbo’s neck. “No more.”
Tubbo sat there for a solid two seconds before he completely lost it. He shrieked in a way only a goat-hybrid could (which sounds like a scream mixed with a bleat), and started running around the house as fast as he could while shrieking, Tommy hanging onto Tubbo like his life depended on it.
“Is he ok?” SB asked as Tubbo ran by, still shrieking.
I shook my head. “Absolutely not. He got into some sugar, so he’s kinda hyperactive.”
“I can see that. I need you to come to my base in Friend or Foe; Mini, Clown, and Quiff have also been turned into toddlers.”
“I’d love to help you, but I can’t leave these guys alone. I can bet that one of them might set the house on fire.”
“Bring them with you, then. I left the other three alone, but I need to get back before something happens.”
Before SB and I could say anything else, we heard Fundy shriek. We looked into the kitchen and saw Charlie, who was now wearing the same cereal box he was trying to cram himself into, stumbling around the kitchen with Ren trotting alongside him.
“I can’t see!” Charlie shrieked from inside the box.
“Oh, good gravy.” I said as I pulled the box off Charlie’s head. “There, you can see. You happy now?”
Charlie’s face brightened up. “I can see!” He said before turning his focus on the cereal cupboard. “What other cereals are in there?”
“Yep, better bring them with you; we’re gonna need to make sure they don’t destroy anything.” SB told me.
I bit my lip. “Yeah, good idea.”
After a while of chasing a still screaming Tubbo and managing to get him wrapped up in a blanket with only his face sticking out to get him to calm down, and various other things, including but not limited to cleaning powered sugar off Tommy’s face after he got into a bag of the stuff, we finally got the kids ready to go. We started walking to Friend or Foe, and when we got there, we heard chaos happening inside SB’s base.
“What is going on in there?” I asked.
“No idea.” SB replied as he opened the door.
What we saw was probably something that we should’ve expected. Quiff was jumping on SB’s bed and kept banging his head against the low ceiling, Clown was starting a war on some pillows in the basement-like section of the base, and Mini was dragging around SB’s pet axolotl, which had a slightly tramautized look on it’s face.
“What on earth are you guys doing?!” SB asked.
The three toddlers froze when they saw us. That is, until a pillow literally exploded, sending feathers flying all over the place.
“Nooooo!!” Tommy shrieked. “My bretheren! They were shoved in a pillow and now they’ve been blown to smithereens!”
“Tommy, relax.” I told him. “Those weren’t your family members, those were feathers that were taken from chickens.”
“Are they fine?” The Avian asked me.
“Uh… sure.” I replied. “They just have less feathers.”
“New friends!” Fundy yipped. “We can start chaos together!”
“Yeah!” Quiff replied as he got off SB’s bed. “Chaos forever!”
Before SB and I could do anything, chaos erupted. Tommy started flying around the room with Quiff riding him like a horse, Mini and Charlie started a duel with Clown and Tubbo, and Fundy and Ren started playing tug-of-war with a piece of rope.
“Ho, boy.” I sighed as I looked at the chaos. “I have no idea what to do with these guys.”
“Well, Mini, Quiff, and Clown were wanting to go outside, so we’re gonna have to let them outside sooner rather than later.” SB replied.
“You thinkin’ that they might be able to run off their energy outside and wear themselves out so they’ll take a nap later?”
“Exactly. Hey, it’s like you read my mind.”
“SB, Em!”
SB and I looked at Charlie, who was pointing at something very fluffy and very orange that was stuck in the wall. “What is it, Charlie?” I asked.
“Fundy’s stuck!” He replied.
“What?!” SB said as he and I walked over to where Fundy was stuck. “Fundy, how did you get stuck?!”
“I was hunting for snacks!” Came the fox-hybrid’s reply.
“Why would you hunt for snacks inside a wall?” I asked.
“I thought I smelled food on the other side of this wall! Help!”
“Alright, little dude, I gotcha.” I said as I gently pulled Fundy out by his tail.
“Phew!” He sighed in response. “Thanks!”
“No problem. Try not to get yourself stuck again, ok?”
Fundy nodded before scampering off. I looked at SB, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing: “We gotta let these guys outside.”
– – –
When the kids were outside, Em and I let out sighs of relief. Ren was digging a hole and burying Charlie in the process, Tubbo was running around, Tommy was flying in loop-de-loops, Mini, Clown, and Quiff were play-fighting with sticks, and Fundy was chasing a butterfly.
“How long until he catches that butterfly?” Em asked me.
“Probably not long.” I replied. “If he does catch it, I’m sure he’ll just let it go.”
While we were thinking about that, Tubbo had his sight set on a particular tree. He backed up, lowered his head, and charged on all fours. He rammed the tree as hard as he could, and to his surprise, it started falling!
“Uh, oh!” Tubbo said as he watched the tree fall.
Em and I watched, unfazed, as it landed right behind Charlie, who was staring at the sky like nothing ever happened. While Charlie was busy doing that, Ren wasn’t only digging a hole, but he was digging a tunnel as well. And while he was digging said tunnel, he was still burying Charlie in dirt. Did Charlie care? I’m still not sure.
“Should we get Charlie out of that dirt?” Em asked me.
“Nah.” I replied. “He’ll get himself out sooner or later.”
“You sure? ‘Cause he’s almost up to his chin in dirt.”
“He’ll be fine.”
Meanwhile, Fundy had finally caught the butterfly, and he stared at it while it rested in his paws. It finally decided to fly away, but it’s flight path ended up being right in the fox kit’s face.
“Ack!” Fundy exclaimed as he fell onto his back.
“Huh?” Ren asked as he poked his head out of the hole he had dug. “What’s going on?”
“I just got attacked by a butterfly.” Fundy replied. “It wasn’t fun.”
“Ah, ok.” Ren said. “Well, I gotta finish digging this tunnel.”
“Why are you even digging a tunnel?” Em asked the wolf-hybrid.
“Because,” he replied, “everyone needs a good escape tunnel.”
Meanwhile, Tommy was starting to slow down. He somehow fell asleep in midair, and I rushed to catch him before he hit the ground. As I held the sleeping Avian in my arms, I noticed that the other kids were starting to grow sleepy, too.
“Think we should round them up and bring them inside for a nap?” I asked Em, who was already picking up Tubbo.
“Probably. They’ll sleep well, won’t they?” Em replied as Tubbo yawned.
“Not ‘eepy.” The goat-hybrid sleepily protested.
“Yes, you are, Toby.” Em told him. “You need to take a nap now.”
Tubbo groaned in protest before his eyes finally closed all the way and he quickly fell asleep. After Em and I put Tommy and Tubbo on a rug in my base, we went and got the others. We had to dig Ren out of his tunnel, where he had fallen asleep during his digging. Once all the toddlers were asleep, Em and I sat down on the floor, watching the kids.
“They’re so peaceful when they’re sleeping, aren’t they?” Em said to me.
“Yeah, they are.” I replied. “Let’s hope that they’ll turn back into adults soon; I don’t think I can handle another day of this.”
“Ditto.”
I nodded softly as I stood up. “I’m gonna go get some food. Wanna come with?”
“I think it’s best if I stay here and watch them, just to make sure they don’t get themselves in trouble.”
“Ok. I’ll be back soon.”
Em nodded slightly as I walked out the door. I hunted for a while, getting extra porkchops, steak, and whatever else I could find, and when I was on my way back to the base, I found a small azure bluet. Knowing that it was Em’s favorite flower, I picked it so I could give it to her.
When I opened the door to my base, I saw Em curled up on the floor, fast asleep. I walked over to her to give her the flower, but something caught my eye: the toddlers had been turned back into adults, even though they were still asleep!
“Must’ve been what caused them to go to sleep; the effects of whatever they got into wearing off.” I murmured to myself.
Em muttered something in her sleep. I gently put the flower in her hair, and gently kissed her forehead before putting some of the meat in the smoker.
What caused Mini, Clown, and the others to turn into toddlers, who knows? One day, we’ll find out, but that day, I decided to find out what it was later and just relax for the first time that day.
The End