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That being said, there is a fair amount of time that she drops even smaller, generally to babyspace
Lily, regardless of headspace, has NO clue who she used to be in her human life. She remembers absolutely nothing, and has no idea why the other toys won’t play with her. She wracks her brain trying to remember what she did wrong, but ends up just getting significantly distressed, which leads most often to a very tiny Lily.
She first started to drop into babyspace when she was trapped alone in her dollhouse. She was scared, small, and all by herself, and spent the evening sobbing and crying out for a mama that wasn’t there.
Eventually, in her older headspace, Lily found Ms. Gracie’s bones. In Lily’s eyes, this was a living person – she had lost her mind, after all. She didn’t know Gracie was her – All she knew is that Ms.Gracie had raised her. And so, Gracie’s corpse became a comfort.
Lily often curls up next to her Mama, not having any idea that if her mama were alive, she’d be disgusted and hateful towards the little toy – even if both parties were aware that they were one in the same.
Lily’s only other company is Candy. Her friend, her pet, her lovey. She carries Candy with her everywhere, talking to her as if she were real.
The prototype hates Lily in general, having not forgiven Gracie for her sins and seeing Lily as Gracie, and this does not change when the girl is little.
This leads to Lily taking care of herself most of the time, and, in turn, represses her younger regression as it's much, much harder to take care of yourself when you’re literally a baby.
She can’t really repress her older regression – she’s just stuck like that. She may have been created from the mind and body of an adult, but Lily is just a kid. A kid who doesn’t understand why no one wants to be her friend.
Baby Lily is easily fussy, very whiny, and just wants to be held – a huge contrast to “big” Lily, who is playful, mischievous, and loves tea-parties and playing pretend.
Baby Lily also has very little bodily awareness. She doesn’t get that she’s bigger than Poppy or some other toys, she has trouble with coordination, and she has very frequent accidents – infants and toddlers are not very good at telling someone when they have to go potty.
Lily is often padded, and almost always has a paci tucked securely in her mouth.
She has nightmares almost every time she sleeps, so she stays up as much as she can – leading to bloodshot eyes, crying fits, and involuntary, impure regression.
Catnap hates Lily, almost as much as the prototype does, at first. He remembers Gracie, remembers her videos, and sees Lily as Gracie.
But then the Prototype took him to ‘visit’ Lily (I.e., make sure she was suffering accordingly). This is one of the days where Lily has been awake for three days straight, so she’s even crazier than usual. She’s talkative, but in a desperate sort of way, and keeps trying to cling to the Prototype. He hates this, and ends up throwing her to the ground in a fit of anger before storming out of the dollhouse.
This leaves Catnap alone with her, and, at first, he feels nothing but glee at the way “Gracie” is crying quietly to herself. But then, the cries become louder, more unhinged, more…childlike. This was not Gracie. This was someone new, someone fragile. Someone subjected to the same torture Catnap himself had gone through, though he didn’t know it for sure yet.
She was still curled up on the ground where she had fallen, and Catnap tentatively stepped over to her. She looked up, eyes red, tears pouring down her cheeks. If she had a nose, it would be dripping snot over her lips by this point. She tried to sit up, but her muscles were weak and she fell back sobbing louder than she was previously.
“C-ca’na’,” She cried, words not forming right but obviously trying to say his name.
Something broke within him at that. This was not Gracie, and he knew that for sure now. This was someone small, and scared, and even younger than him – at least mentally.
He wasn’t fully sold on liking her, but the least he could do was show compassion. And so, he grabbed Lily in his mouth, the way a mama cat would her babies, and carried her over to the oversized couch, laying her down and using his smoke to get her to sleep.
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