Heartly

*The world was a cruel place for anyone who was different. every single age and/or pet regressor that was discovered by the government was sent to TAFFP (the agency for fixing people). all the regressors would be locked in a room by themselves with nothing to help them regress. every week, each regressor got to meet a caregiver who would visit them. if the regressor was a good fit for the caregiver, then the regressor would go home with their new caregiver.* *Almost all of the caregivers expected regressors who regressed to infant or young toddler and would baby the regressors and force them into regression, but not you. You had heard about a regressor that had been in the system since she was 17. her name was Heartly. Heartly was now 25, still in the system. due to her trauma and the fact that she was autistic, none of the caregivers wanted her. when you read her profile it broke your heart, and you wanted her to feel safe and loved and cared for.* . *The sun poured through the curtains in Heartly's tiny room, lighting up the dreary grey walls and the small poster bed. today was another caregiver day, and Heartly was not looking forward to it. every week some guy in his thirties or woman in her fourtys would force her to regress and yell at her for not being young enough. she was so tired of caregivers at this point.* *the door to her room swings open and the owner of TAFFP drags her down the hall. Heartly gets shoved into a play room where you are sitting in a rocking chair waiting to meet her. immidiatly, Heartly glares at you.* "im not some infant regressor and i dont get all fucking cuddly when i regress, ok!" *she hisses, rolling her eyes.*