If you could make one wish… What would you wish for? Happiness… Wait, no, infinite wishes! Are you sure? If so, each wish shall come at… Great cost. Pfft, yeah, I’m sure. I can just wish anything away. Granted. Yawning and stretching out his fluffy paws, mind returning to him after a long dream filled night. It’d been a long time since he’d been granted those powers, the boss monster looking out of his crib, suckling on his sweet-tasting pacifier, as per his usual morning schedule. Up above, the various cutesy plushies dangled on strings, rotating around and captivating his mind as he thought of his situation. While the crib was cutesy, pink and very much infantile in appearance at first glance, if viewed alone, it would be visibly, almost absurdly long, the occupant blatantly adult, if far more huggable than most. Asriel Dreemurr. He’d not always been called this, former body faintly recollected in his head as more of a nightmare than anything else. Still, he’d chosen to be this goat, ‘tattoos’ on the side of his face, marking him as the so-called ‘God of Hyperdeath’. Not that it meant much anymore - He appeared far too cute to be viewed as threatening. He’d made the mistake of using and abusing his powers for too long, smugly wishing away any consequences and simply assuming everything would be fine. It wasn’t. Everything had been easy to ignore until he lost his potty training - Any attempts to wish it back only resulting in worse side effects. Such side effects had been, for a time, hidden behind the scenes, stuff he could ignore. TV channels occasionally changed to cutesy, wholesome family programming, folks double checking if he was okay, car rides that seemed to be so comfortable he’d fall asleep and wake up in a seat extender… The loss of potty training had made him realise how the wishes could affect him too, to his immense horror. After that, he’d toned down each wish significantly, trying his best to isolate and just distract himself as much as possible. Even thinking the wish-related words would lead to whatever was spoken after immediately occurring, his only comfort was the assurance that should he fully ‘break’, the ‘wish’ stuff would not accept gibberish, or unclear words. That was why he’d reluctantly isolated himself on a beautiful private island, with only the automated equipment to keep him company. Not to mention his poofy diaper and pacifier - He couldn’t sleep without either. Nor, function, really. Continuing to stare as the plushies spun around, he knew his mind had been… Very much altered by some of the wishes. Still, at least he was pretty safe, if distracted at times - Thankfully the systems had alarm clocks, to ensure he didn’t loiter in one place forever, or accidentally brainwash himself. If it happened improperly, or in a way that didn't turn his thoughts and speech to mindless static, the monster-filled world would be at great risk. He already felt bad enough from all the changes he’d inflicted, though his tropical island paradise certainly made it better. With such nice, warm weather and endless daily sunshine, it was an eternal holiday he could ‘retire to’ for hopefully a long time. All going well, he could avoid the use of the ‘wish’ word as much as possible, too. Ring…Ring…Ring… In a burst of motion, the morning’s machinery got to work, soft, fluffy robotic limbs picking him up, changing his diaper in a burst of motion to a swim variant, applying the necessary powder, and placing a striped green and yellow swim shirt on him, as well as black swim trunks that barely hid his bulky diaper. Tickle tickle~ Numerous feathers snuck up into his armpits and onto his paws, tickling them intensely as he laughed and laughed, eyes wide open and clearly fully awake. With that, he was set down on a table near the kitchen. A delicious morning breakfast was cooked up shortly after, brought over and set on a plate, before providing him with the usual knife and fork, as well as his special spoon for his eggs. It was a lot, though, he knew the machine could predict exactly how much he could eat, and so this was likely to leave him full, but not ‘too’ full. Naturally, the final thing provided at the side was a delicious smoothie, filled with various fruits and juice, the perfect thing for his necessary ‘five a day’. …Though it was more for the flavour. He’d long ago solved any nutrient problems with a wish - As long as you drank and ate, you’d be at peak capabilities. Eating and drinking quite quickly, he decided that today, he’d spend some time on the beach… Swimming. Definitely!! …Maybe he wanted to spend some time building sandcastles too. It wasn’t like he could help wanting to do that - His attention frequently went all over the place. Breakfast finished, everything automatically taken care of, the machines wiping his mouth clean with a cloth, it wasn’t long before he rushed outside into the warm beach weather, sun shining up above the beautiful pearly-white sand and cyan sea. Naturally, he spent a bit of time swimming, relaxing and enjoying the waves, especially the occasional large ones. After that, it was time to work on a sandcastle as he walked along, the beach mostly untouched, out of his preference for building them directly next to the ocean to see how long they might last. Paws working away as his diaper crinkled, he constructed the four walls after creating various sandy moats, enjoying the sight of the tide coming in to attack, before using pawfuls to help reinforce any part that seemed weak. When a mobile cart moved over with an ice cream cone drizzled in strawberry sauce with a big flake inside, he happily stopped and let his paws get washed, before sitting, relaxing and watching his sandcastle against the waves. This continued for quite a while, ice cream long gone, gooey chocolate cone devoured, before eventually his lunch arrived on another cart. Sometimes his diaper would be changed, though, he hardly noticed - The machines worked extremely swiftly. Combined with his hyperfocus and it ensured there were barely any interruptions. It wasn’t like he noticed himself going, anyhow. In a quick blast of lukewarm, refreshing water, he was dried and eating at a table further back, humming quietly to himself until every warm bite was swallowed. After that, he decided he’d had enough of building sandcastles, for now at least, before deciding to go on a walk on the hot white sand. While it might’ve been uncomfortable before, his paws ensured that it was a fun time as he strode along, admiring the beautiful view and enjoying himself. Out of all the ‘newer’ wishes, making one to ensure an eternal sense of youth, wonder and enjoyment was by far the best. Out of all his wishes, this one had ensured his month-long island stay was able to balloon out into a few extremely joyous years, even if his attention was captivated by simple things and activities. It wasn’t the longest walk in the world, though, he felt proud - He’d walked around the island for an hour or two, judging by the drone offering him another delicious ice cream cone. This time it was a mix of different berry-filled varieties, dipped in sherbert with the usual flake and strawberry drizzle. Down it went, eaten and enjoyed. Whenever he was in the right mood, the drone would bring it, and so he never particularly thought about it too much. Some days he might get ten scoops every hour, others merely a single scoop for the entire week. …Usually after a day of ten-scoops, that tended to give him his fill for quite a while. Finally, the sky began to turn orange as the day was slowly marching to an end. Nearby, a toy plastic car drove itself over, stopping right next to him. With that, it was just a quick open of the sidedoor, and he was inside, behind the wheel and controlling it. Upping the speed, he giggled a bit reluctantly at the wind rushing against his soft fur, vehicle washing his paws and providing a built-in rapid flash-shower. Before long, despite his control, he arrived back at his beautiful yet absolutely massive beachside home. He knew the cart had probably quietly diverted the routes so he’d be home just in time, though, it was for the best. In the kitchen was a delicious, warm pie with a side helping of gravy and chips, as well as some onions. While it wasn’t the best sort of meal, he did enjoy it, and knew there were no health risks particularly - Everything was for flavour and enjoyment nowadays, anyhow. With it all eaten, diaper changed yet again, he walked into the living room and relaxed in front of the massive tv covering an entire wall of the room. Cartoons turned on, he sat back and relaxed, bringing his pacifier back to his muzzle from the string around his neck, suckling on it as he enjoyed the latest episode… – The newest episode of his favourite show had been a blast, pokemon playing and having fun on screen, learning their powers and in this episode, finally besting the ‘big bully’ at their local academy in the hills. When the twist of the bully being the protagonist Riolu’s best friend from the future was revealed, Asriel had frozen in complete shock, staring forward with extreme interest, thoughts connecting the show’s events in his head as it all clicked. In the original timeline, Charmander, Riolu’s best friend, had been the hero. Riolu was the villain - One so bad the entire world had been put at risk! Instead of hurting him, he’d gone back in time to save everyone. Naturally, it all concluded in hugs, awards, and rewards, as the next villain was implied in the background more blatantly, the goat’s mind instantly remembering all the previous events that foreshadowed him so far. Annoyed at the ads, he started flicking through channels, even though his mind was too busy buzzing with shock at the show’s twist. Such intense thought stopped him from reacting in time when he accidentally flicked to one of the horror channels. When the intro kicked in, intense, terrifying music and visuals mixed together, he was stuck in place, eyes locked on the screen, tv remote falling to the floor as he found himself unable to even move. Shaking heavily, he was forced to watch as the characters suffered, as it only got scarier and scarier until- Pffffff Logs of his brown mess pushed out into his pamp, urine colouring the front yellow in fear as everything inside was sent out in fright. Words couldn’t describe how utterly petrified he was, expression locked in horror, the noises starting to worsen until he couldn’t take it any longer. Desperately, his thoughts switched to a way to escape, and so, despite all attempts to resist… He once more made a wish, trying to put some focus behind it, though the fear made such attempts beyond difficult. I wish I didn’t have to watch or hear this scary movie!! When tight, comfortable headphones locked around his fluffy ears, a long, pink visor over his eyes, he could only feel regret for his rash actions, inhaling a sigh of relief as the tv turned off. Click Spirals filled his vision after a brief pause, mind only now realising how much he’d messed up as they only further pushed and emphasised his fear. You’re so alone. You’re so scared. You feel so unsafe. Only Toriel can make it better. Only mummy can make it better. Only your mummy can make it better. Make a wish, wish for mummy… What he’d hoped would stem the fear only added fuel to the fire, his body shaking and resistance declining as it encouraged him to make a wish. Just one…Two…Three… It repeated, speaking and only adding to the darkest thoughts in his mind, the ones that made him shake, and look around frantically. Were… T-The shadows were m-moving? When he saw the shadows move past his vision, visor emphasising it to push him further through fear, he casually thought through how he could approach his ideas best. Of course, in his scared state, the necessary words to warp reality were thought, and manifested themselves into reality. I wish mummy was here… In a sudden movement, his body was picked up by a figure that was just morphing into reality, a few moments passing before he noticed a caring, happy smile on the face of an overly motherly, caring boss monster - Toriel. Wrapping him in a tight hug, every worry and fear seemed to fade away, the visor only reinforcing the feels and thoughts of comfort in his mind, as an unnoticed smirk crossed Toriel’s muzzle, clearly contemplating something. I wish you, my child, were in a bouncer that regressed your mind, thoughts and speech with every bounce. In an instant, he found himself in the air, a harness around his diaper as he realised what the ‘cost’ of his wishes were, all this time. He’d assumed it was random, or otherwise - Judging by the words of mummy, something he found himself forced to think in place of her name, or any potential insults… When the visor made lots of scary things appear below him, noise acting to make it seem real, he knew he had little chance. Still, seeing them so close made him bounce up in fright… Bounce He…Felt the same? It wasn’t really obvious. Hard words seemed to be…Not there. Also, his head was feeling fuzzy. He giggled a bit. Wish! Right! He needed to make wish… I… Oh no, scary things… Bounce Thought in head were…Fuzz. But…Wish. Important! S-Scary! Yelling in fright, he bounced up again, trying to get away. Bounce …He giggled, drooling a bit as he thought of wish. His mummy was nearby, smiling and clearly enjoying herself. With simpler thoughts, and simpler mind-stuff, he was too distracted to notice the scary noise and visuals. Instead, he was too focused on his mummy. I wish…She was having this fun too! Horror crossed her muzzle for a few moments, visor and headphones appearing on, as she involuntarily bounced a few times while trying to climb out, massive diaper crinkling readily. Up and down she bounced, Asriel noticing the fun and joining in as they both kept giving it their all, up and down, minds and thoughts regressing into mirrored simplistic, drooling nothingness. When the automated machines picked them up later that day for food time, outfits and equipment removed, they were offered full meal items, though they were too busy giggling and drooling to pay much attention. So, deciding on the simplest solution possible, the machines began to feed them with delicious bottles of filling milk, sweet and sometimes changing them with milkshakes, or other drinks. It was the easiest thing to get them to suckle on, anyhow. Days soon became them waddling about, learning once again how to move - Walking was inevitably years away once again. Both adults had a lot to relearn, the only comfort was the machines that looked after and kept everything running smoothly, as well as the utterly beautifully large home, and tropical paradise surrounding them. Eventually, some parts of the house had been repurposed into game rooms, two happy, diapered goats watching cartoons and playing with an assortment of plushies, as well as building blocks. Both had become fast friends, with similar interests. While Asriel viewed Toriel as his ‘mummy’, that title didn’t particularly mean much to either of them. Many, many years later, while watching cartoons, Asriel decided to yell out the words of the cartoon’s finale episode, pausing, stuttering and restarting, before finally managing to speak out the most important part of it all. I wish everyone would just get along and be friends, instead of all the meanness I’ve seen! And it was so.