Chapter 7
“Oswald?!” Lyn shouted as she kept on banging on the door of his empty bedroom. “Oswald Wells Wallace?! Hurry the fuck up!”
“Can you not yell?!” Medley retorted from the open door of her own room. “What's all of the ruckus for anyway?!” Her hair was all messed-up as she didn't get to fix it just yet.
“I don't know if he is going with us on the very next mission...”
“Who?”
“Oswald, of course! Because I definitely am!”
“Oh, drat! Better check my tablet!” The girly girl sped back into her room, and about a minute later, she was all set, dressed and prepared. “But please don't just yell at Oswald like that, alright?! You know that he cannot stand that!”
“He doesn't even repl--” Suddenly, the door of the bedroom moved on its own, and revealed an empty bed. “What the...?!”
“What's the matter?”
“He's not in his room, neither have I seen him anywhere else in the building.”
“We should inform Nico.”
The two girls went looking for their leader...
Meanwhile, in Sam's bedroom, Oswald groggily woke up by all of the ruckus that was going on in the hallway.
Oswald, hearing his name for several times, of which his full name once, athletically jumped out of Sam's crib, quietly landing onto his toes, grabbed a nursing bottle, sneaked towards the door and left the room without a sound.
Sam was still sleeping soundly until 15 minutes later, where they also slowly woke up, but were in a shock once they noticed that Oswald was gone.
Intrusive and negative thoughts suddenly started rushing through their head...
He's a permanent impostor outside of a mission! He doesn't actually trust you! He tricked you the other hour! And all else in that way.
The galore of negativity made the regressed crewmate hyperventilate and shiver hard, caused quite the chill up their spine and even suddenly released unnecessary matter from their organs, filling up their diaper quite a lot.
At the same time, the door opened up again, and in the still ongoing shock, Sam turned their eyes towards the source of the sound, where Oswald stood, who first retched quite hard upon noticing a very pungent odour.
“S-sorry, did I shock you?” the nervous crewmate huffed, as he gently closed the door and headed towards his friend the same way, with the refilled nursing bottle in his left hand. “I didn't mean it like that...”
No answer, just except for some very heavy breathing.
“Sammy, a-are you alright?!”
Still no reply... Oswald put the rails of the crib down, sat down next to Sam and gently pulled them into his grasp, retching at the odour of their overly loaded diaper once again.
“I... need you to breathe slowly, alright? Like this...” Inhale... exhale... inhale... retch... exhale... et cetera.
Immediately, Sam's breathing slowly but surely slowed down, and their vision also became a little clearer. Upon sensing that they were in Oswald's arms, they broke down.
“Ozzy, I... don't leave meee!” They were suddenly wailing loudly, like a baby in a dirty diaper, which they actually technically were right now.
“I p-p-promise, I d-didn't mean to!” Oswald gasped in slight shock. “Shh, shh... don't cry, Sammy... are you able to speak right now?”
Sam shook their head and coughed hard to relieve their throat.
“I want you to name five things in here that you can see, alright? Well... to point at them, at least...” The nervous crewmate also regularly had to respond to those questions in his mind in case he was very stressed himself.
The objects that were pointed at were the nightlight, the nursing bottle, a
stuffed red Chuchu that sat next to Sam's pillow, the pacifier that they recently dropped, and the music box on their nightstand.
“Very good. Now, what are four things that you can feel?”
Next up, Sam touched the spot of their loaded diaper, their comfort blanket that was still in one of their arms, Oswald's upper right leg and his left hand.
The nervous crewmate continued with three things that his best friend could hear, two things that they could smell and one that they could taste. Once all of the questions were done, Sam was still crying and sniffling.
“Hey, you know what?” Oswald whispered. “Why don't I run you a bath? Perhaps that'll help a little?” He lifted Sam onto his hip as if they were an actual toddler and brought them to the nearby bathroom, where a cupboard of changing utilities and diapers also happened to be nearby, as that was even a common thing in the living buildings of the Skeld complex. “It's a good thing that diapers and such are everywhere... otherwise, we'd be way off worse at this point.” He laid his friend down on the ground and swiftly made sure that a pillow and a towel were underneath them before he placed a peg onto his nose, put the nursing bottle on the edge of the nearby sink and hoisted his hands into some disposable gloves in order to undress Sam and lift them into the bathtub to thoroughly clean their genitalia with the shower head before actually filling the tub up with some warm water and bath oil.
Suddenly, the door opened up behind the two, and Nico stood there.
“Dammit!” Oswald cursed underneath his breath, “forgot to lock the door!”
“Any chance that Sam is sick?” the serious crewmate asked.
“Y... yes, Nico... And I must t-take care of them... I-I cannot go on a mission soon... sorry...”
“That's a shame. What does Sam have, if I may ask?”
“Well... explosive diarrhoea to the point where I am n-now mandatory to bathe them...”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” Nico was left chuckling at the fact that their nose had apparently met with the strong odour of dark matter that was still there. “Should I let the headquarters know that you two are staying home?”
“Yes, Nico...” Oswald gently kept rubbing a washcloth over Sam's body, who seemed to have calmed down a little in the meantime. He then turned to them. “Do you hear that, Sam? We don't have to go on a mission today...”
A very faint smile was present on the tired-looking crewmate's face.
Soon, it was just Oswald and Sam again in the bathroom, and the former took the latter out of the bathtub after half an hour to dry them off, provide their genitalia of some zinc cream and put them into a fresh diaper.
“There you go. Now, would you like to drink something? You must be hungry, after all...” The nervous crewmate got the nursing bottle, of which the contents were still warm, off of the edge of the sink and handed it to Sam, who immediately started drinking from it, before swiftly pulling his pants and underwear down and sitting down onto the toilet, since his bladder was also in a desperate need to be emptied in the meantime.
The subsequent mission at the Mira HQ went very restlessly. Most of the crewmates often suspected one another of faking their tasks.
Right now, it seemed like their umpteenth emergency meeting.
“I still demand an answer to my question!” Ryan shouted. “Why is everyone faking their tasks?!”
“I thought I could trust you” Ezekiel grumbled, as he voted his best friend out on his tablet.
“I'm not faking tasks!” Hermie exclaimed. “Some of you saw me scan, didn't you? I should be clear at this point!”
“I did...” Jules said. “Ryan is downright annoying me at this point...”
Ace didn't really react in any way, he just covered his ears because of all of the loudness and sobbed loudly.
“I think it's Ace, honestly” Ryan said. “He's definitely wearing a metaphorical mask right now. Those aren't real tears.”
“Don't just sus that poor boy!” Izuki shouted. “You know he's been crying during every meeting because you just keep on suspecting him, and I saw him scan earlier this mission, too, so stop!” He voted Ryan out on his tablet.
“That's right” Medley said, as she also voted Ryan, “just because he's mute doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings, you know?” She put a hand on the crying Ace's shoulder. “And we stopped the reactor together, didn't we?”
“So what?” The crewmate in orange seemed to love keeping up his 'bully' attitude right now.
“So we vote you out” Nico stoically said. “Everyone who is willing to vote Ryan, say 'eye'.”
“Eye” nearly everyone said, and the rest of the votes were casted as well.
Eventually, Ryan actually did turn out to be the impostor, and was sent to the ground floor to do his new tasks there.
“Serves you right, loudmouth” Ezekiel muttered. “Don't think I'll ever watch SML with you again tonight.”
“Go watch stuff like
Battle For Dream Island instead” Hermie said with a fake chuckle. “That's definitely better.”
“You're sure of that?”
“Sure for sure.”
“Then, I'll write it down. Thanks for the recommendation in advance.”
Izuki, Ace and Nico headed towards the med-bay, where Pepper and Lyn were still unconscious. Nico decided to tend to Pepper, who had apparently been punched down by Ryan the other minute before being KO'd, judging from her throbbing cheek and the blood that still stuck around her nose.
While Izuki tended to Lyn, Ace stripped himself out of his spacesuit, got a fresh diaper, some wipes and a jar of cream from the changing cupboard, laid down on one of the free beds and tried to change his own diaper, that had become quite icky in the meantime. However, he only really succeeded in taking it off and removing the worst case of feces from his genitalia with the slightly soaked front.
“I see you're struggling for a bit” Hermie then suddenly said, as she stood in the opening of the door. “Here, let me help you.” She walked up to the half-naked Ace, took a few wipes from the wipe packet and helped him clean up his genitalia. “There you go, all nice and clean. Please don't be afraid to ask someone to change you, sweetheart. I don't bite, okay?” She then applied a good layer of zinc cream onto his genitalia before covering them up with the fresh diaper and tossing the used one out. “Is that better?”
The mute crewmate nodded, smiled and signed ‘Thank you.’
“Ah, Herm” Izuki said after disinfecting one of the thermometers. “What a chaos just now, huh?” He gave his crush a peck on the cheek. “What do you think it caused?”
“I dunno... everyone's so restless about Sam and Oswald, and thinking that they're faking sickness to the point where they all accuse one another of faking tasks...”
“Oswald's not sick, though, Sam is. Oz takes care of them.”
“What do they have?”
“Nico presumed a stomach flu, judging from the fact that they mentioned explosive... you-know-what... they could've said it less explicitly!”
“Yeah, they could've just stopped speaking after 'stomach flu'...” Hermie turned to Nico. “Not judging you or anything, but I absolutely cannot stand that nasty d-word! Please don't ever mention it again, alright?”
“I'll try” Nico replied, as they headed towards the sink to pour a plastic cup of water for Pepper who was now back awake. “After all, I'm only human.”
“May I ask why you were so scared when I found out?” Oswald asked, after hours of silence regarding the same question that he wanted to ask for so long today. “Do you... actually... not trust me?” Tears welled up in his eyes.
“Zeezee...” Sam whined and cried. “O-of course I trust you... w-why wouldn't I...?” They felt very much hurt by the question.
“Oh, Sammy... I didn't mean to a-accuse you or anything... I'm... s-so s-s-s-sorry...!” The nervous crewmate had burst out in crying as well. “I s-should've said it d-d-differently...!”
The regressed crewmate's crying intensified because their friend also cried.
“Hey, Sammy... n-no matter what's the matter... I'll be there f-for you to help... t-that's what best f-f-friends are for... right?”
“Really, Ozzy?”
“Even if I don't know w-why you said that you were s-s-sick... and I found you like t-this... I can see that the whole baby c-concept somehow makes you happy, and... as y-your best friend, I wanna help to make you happy...!”
“Oh... Ozzy, thank you... but...”
“I know what you want, Sammy. I shan't tell anyone. This'll remain just between you and me, okay? For the outside world, you're still sick, but for me... you're just Sammy rather than Sam, to say the least.”
Two pairs of teary eyes kept on looking towards one another, and a few sniffles and hiccups also occasionally sounded from two mouths. Until...
“Zeezee?” Sam mumbled. “C-can I call you Dada...?”
Silence lurked in Sam's room once again, an eerier one this time.
“Uh...” Oswald blushed hard. “M... maybe? I... whoa, didn't hear this one coming...” He caressed his friend's cheek with his index and middle fingers. “Call me whatever you wish, I guess...”
The tired-looking crewmate smiled widely and giggled in approval.
At the same time, the ten missionary crewmates returned home in a very restless mood, which Oswald already sensed from quite the distance, so he decided to stay in the room with Sam a tad longer to prevent more stress.
“Hey... Zeezee...” Sam eventually lazily chuckled. “Whadaya think of wearing a diaper all day, too?”
“You mean outside of missions?”
“Yeah, a pox on toilets...”
“I... dunno. I honestly never dared to do anything else in a diaper than urinating, but...”
“Hey, most of us are used to changing diapers that also contain feces, you know? Like Lyn, who frequently changed them when she was a trainee?”
“Yeah, but she doesn't like that. I mean, you should've seen her expression when she changed Ace the other mission!”
“I know you don't like it, Ozzy... but yet you're still willing to change me the entire time. You shouldn't be ashamed of using your diapers for defecation, though, it's completely normal. It's not just that babies, severely disabled people and old folks do it...”
“Yeah... but you know how it is? As a toddler, I was out of diapers before I even turned two, since rumour has it that I have always been disgusted at my own fecal matter... believe it or not, but I'm toilet-trained for about 17 or 18 years at this point simply because of that!”
“And you didn't wet the bed because of that either? Whoa, I praise you...”
“Well, not often, but I did, but not for long either...”
“I'll have you know, I've always worn diapers, until I got applied for this job, where my mums wanted me to grow up... you know that's easier said than done, right? I'm only glad they were wrong, because I'm suddenly fully back in diapers here, rather than only when in bed... yay!”
“So you've never been out of them?!”
“Nope. I don't even mind about it. My life motto has
always been 'a pox on toilets', and it'll never change either.”
“Whoa... to me, it's like this huge shock... even if I don't think it should be...”
“C'mon, Ozzy, try it! A pox on toilets! Not just to support me, you know?”
“Well... alright, but please give me the time to think about it, too, alright?”
“Alriiiight, I will.”
“Now, come with me. You must be hungry once again, and dinner is most likely being made at this point.”
“Doesn't mean I can eat it now, though.”
“Sammy, you know that you're still allowed to eat or drink a little something before dinner, right? Nico told us that. What would you like?”
“Orange juice and some triscuit, what about you?”
“Ooh, triscuits, sounds yummy. But not without some cream cheese and all that jazz, alright?”
“And some pepper, mmm!”
“Now, let's hurry the heck up to the dining room to grab us a few, alright?”
“And feed me a few, too! After all, I'm still a baby that cannot eat everything by themself just yet!”
“That's a promise!”
Laughing and chuckling heartily, Oswald and Sam left the room and headed towards the dining room for their promised snacks.