Greg and Cindy could do nothing but watch Madison work at her computer. Every now and then they would hear her phone make some noise causing her to grab her phone and look at it. It was maddening to watch her laugh at some comment one of her friends would make or watch some stupid video on her phone before going back to doing something on her computer.
After a long while Madison sighed as she stood up from her desk and walked across the room. Briefly stopping in front of her parent’s habitat. They desperately tried to get her attention by jumping up and down.
Madison narrowed her eyes as she lifted the lid just enough for their voices to reach her, but not enough to fully open it. “What?” she snapped, her voice tinged with irritation. The slight edge in her tone made it clear to her parents that they were inconveniencing her, and that their request had better be worth her time.
“You can’t just leave us in here.” Cindy said.
Madison scoffed, her expression hardening as she looked down at her parents. “Oh, I can’t? Really, I can’t?” she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m sorry, but who’s the Guardian here, and who’s the Little? I can’t believe I’m hearing MY Littles try to tell ME what to do. Last time I checked, you weren’t McKenzie,” she added with a smirk.
She continued, her tone cold and condescending, “We learned in school that a Little’s place is in service to its Guardian. But you know what? We didn’t even need school to teach us that, because we learned it at home from you, Mom, a long time ago.” Madison’s words were laced with cruel irony as she reminded her mother of the very lessons she once imparted.
Greg tried to keep his tone calm and steady. “Honey, we were wrong. Okay, part of growing up is being able to admit your mistakes,” he explained, hoping to turn this into a teaching moment for his daughter.
But Madison wasn’t having any of it. She let out a mocking laugh. “Haha, isn’t it funny? All those times you told me I was totally wrong, even when I knew I was right. But no, Madison was wrong because Mom could never be wrong. And now, surprise, surprise, now that we’ve figured out your ‘littles’ status, suddenly the rules change. Littles have rights, Littles are equals, a Little can do anything a person can, blah, blah, blah. And now you say, ‘We were wrong. I was wrong,’ in your little voices. But let’s be real—you just don’t want to be right anymore, not now that you’re just a couple of Littles.”
She paused, her smirk growing more pronounced as she reveled in her newfound power. “And guess what? You’re mine! So, while I go downstairs to actually live my life and see what McKenzie’s up to, you can just chill in your little habitat until I decide to grace you with my presence and do something with you. Capisce?” Madison finished, her voice dripping with superiority as she turned to leave, clearly enjoying every second of her dominance.
Madison stopped in her tracks as she heard her father’s desperate plea, a tone she had never heard from him before. It was almost pathetic, as if he were begging or pleading, his voice stripped of its usual authority.
She turned back, a sly smile playing on her lips as she looked down at her parents. “I suppose you can come, Daddy,” she said with a mockingly sweet tone, reaching into the habitat and pulling her father out with ease. The power shift was palpable, and Madison relished every second of it.
Glancing back at her mother, Madison’s expression hardened with satisfaction. “But it’s past nine, Mom, so it’s lights out for you,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. She reveled in the control she now held over the woman who had once been her taskmaster, savoring the reversal of roles as she closed the habitat lid on her mother.
Greg felt the gentle but firm grip of Madison’s fingers as she closed the lid on the habitat, leaving his wife behind in the dimly lit cage. The world outside their little enclosure seemed vast and surreal from this new perspective. The once-familiar surroundings of his daughter’s bedroom looked oddly distant and imposing as Madison turned off the light and exited the room, closing the door with a soft click.
As they moved down the hallway, Greg tried to speak up, his voice cautious and polite. “Madison, honey, maybe we should take your mother with us,” he suggested, hoping to appeal to her better nature.
Madison barely slowed her pace as she replied, “Sorry, Dad. Mom is still working on learning her place in the household. She hasn’t been as accepting of all this as you have.” She punctuated her words with a gentle pat on Greg’s head, a gesture that felt both affectionate and patronizing.
“If all you’re going to do is talk about Mom, I can take you back,” Madison added, her tone carrying a subtle warning. She continued down the hall, clearly expecting her father to fall in line with the new order she had established.
Greg forced a smile, trying to keep his tone light and agreeable. “No, I appreciate this, princess,” he said, hoping to stay on Madison’s good side.
As they continued down the stairs, Madison’s expression grew more serious. “You need to speak with her, Dad,” she said, her voice firm but carrying an underlying note of frustration. “I don’t want to be harsh with Mom, but you have to understand—you’re my Littles now. It would be so embarrassing to have friends over right now. They’d think I couldn’t control my Littles,” she added, a hint of admonishment in her tone as she expressed her concern over her mother’s behavior.
Reaching the kitchen, Madison gently set her father down on the counter, her gaze fixed on him with a mix of expectation and authority. “Talk to her, okay? Make sure she understands how things are now. I need everything to be perfect,” she said, her voice softening slightly but still carrying the weight of her expectations.
Greg stood on the counter, trying to process the surreal situation he found himself in. His daughter, his own flesh and blood, was giving him a talk—a stern, authoritative talk—about getting his wife, her mother, in line with the new reality they were all living in. It was a reality he himself was barely beginning to accept, a world where he was no longer in charge, no longer the protector or provider, but instead, a “Little” under the control of his teenage daughter.
The sheer absurdity of it all gnawed at him. He was standing on his own kitchen counter, placed there like some fragile object by his fourteen-year-old daughter. The kitchen, once familiar and comforting, now seemed impossibly vast, its scale exaggerated by his diminished stature. The counters, the cabinets, the fridge—it all loomed over him, a stark reminder of how much his world had changed.
Greg’s mind raced, searching for something, anything, to say. But what could he possibly say? How could he, a grown man, respond to his daughter with the authority she now wielded? Before he could gather his thoughts, Madison’s voice cut through the silence.
“Let’s see what we have for a snack,” she said, her tone casual, as if everything was perfectly normal. She rummaged through the cupboards and the fridge, eventually settling on a bag of chips. “We have like nothing to eat. I guess these chips will do,” she muttered, pouring some into a bowl.
Greg watched as she was about to leave the chips on the counter, only to reconsider and put them away. He could tell she was thinking about McKenzie and her mother, aware of what they would say if she left the kitchen a mess.
In that moment, Greg realized how much the power dynamics had shifted. Madison wasn’t just playing a role; she was fully embracing it, and the thought was both terrifying and heart-wrenching. The best he could manage was a meek nod, trying to mask the turmoil churning inside him.
“Thank you, princess,” he finally said, his voice small, barely masking the inner conflict he felt. It was all he could do to maintain some semblance of peace in this twisted new world.
Madison carefully set the small pellet in front of her father, her usual tone of authority momentarily softened. “Are you hungry, Dad? I dropped some in for Mom before we left,” she said, watching him closely. “You guys haven’t eaten much today. You should eat, Dad,” she encouraged, her voice almost gentle. “And… I need you to make sure Mom eats too. She’s not going to want to, but, like, you’re the only parents I have,” she added, a rare flicker of genuine emotion showing through.
Greg looked at the pellet with a mix of reluctance and resignation. The idea of eating it was unappealing, but Madison’s sincerity, her unexpected show of affection, made it impossible for him to refuse. He could see that, despite everything, she still needed her parents, even if the roles had been completely reversed.
“Of course, princess,” Greg replied, forcing a smile. He didn’t want to eat the pellet, but he knew he had to do this, not just for Madison’s sake, but for his own. He picked it up and took a bite, doing his best to hide his discomfort.
Madison watched him closely, her expression curious. “Is it good?” she asked, her voice still carrying that uncharacteristic softness.
Greg chewed thoughtfully, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar taste. “It tastes… different,” he said, struggling to describe it. “I can’t quite put my finger on what it tastes like. I’d much rather have some of those chips,” he admitted, glancing over at the bowl of chips Madison had set aside.
Madison let out a small, understanding laugh. “Yeah, I bet you would,” she said, a hint of warmth in her voice. But she didn’t offer him any chips. Instead, she simply nodded, as if acknowledging his preference, but not quite willing to grant it. “Just make sure you and Mom eat those pellets, okay? You need to stay healthy for me.”
Madison’s expression turned serious as she spoke, a hint of concern in her voice. “You know you can’t eat people food, Daddy. You’re a Little now. I want you and Mom around for a long time, and I’m not going to risk your health. You should remember the training just as well as the rest of us. They even talked about how Littles would say almost anything to get people food because it tastes so good to their palates. But it’s not healthy for them and can cause a number of health-related issues that can drastically shorten their lifespan.”
Greg couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. Both his daughters had absorbed so much more from those classes than he ever did. They had excelled, while he had just barely managed to pass, and now, they were using that knowledge against him. The roles had reversed in a way he never could have imagined.
As he took another bite of the pellet, he couldn’t deny how unappetizing it was. But once he started eating, his body seemed to take over, almost as if he was on autopilot. He finished the pellet without even realizing it, the taste lingering in his mouth, dull and unsatisfying.
Madison watched him closely, satisfied that he was following her instructions. “Good, Daddy,” she said softly. “I know it’s hard, but it’s for your own good. You’ll get used to it eventually, and then it won’t be so bad. Just remember, I’m doing this because I care about you.”
Greg nodded, trying to muster a smile, even as he felt the weight of his situation pressing down on him. “I know, princess. I’ll make sure Mom understands too,” he said, his voice tinged with resignation. He was determined to do whatever it took to keep the peace and ensure that his daughters, despite everything, still felt cared for.
Madison picked up her father with ease and carried him into the living room, settling down on the sofa. She placed the bowl of chips on the empty seat beside her before gently setting Greg in her lap. As she turned on the TV, she casually set down a couple more pellets next to him, indicating that he could eat more if he wanted.
Reaching for her phone, Madison read a message from Krysi, her face lighting up slightly. “Krysi is excited to see you two. She’s been asking if you’re okay,” she said, almost offhandedly, as she munched on a couple of chips.
Greg watched as she typed out her reply, noticing for the first time that she didn’t bother to shield her phone from him like she usually did. The screen was clearly visible, and he could read every word:
Yeah, the parents are fine. Chillaxin with dad right now. My mom is being, well, you know my mom—she’s the same old bitchy mom, just smaller. Hoping I don’t have to take them to get little trained.
Madison set her phone down casually, not even glancing at Greg to see if he’d read the message. It struck him how much things had changed. She didn’t seem to care about hiding things from him anymore, as if his opinions or feelings no longer held any weight. The carefree, almost dismissive way she spoke about the possibility of “little training” was unsettling, a stark reminder of the power imbalance that had taken root in their household.
Greg looked down at the pellets beside him, his appetite fading even more. He felt a mix of emotions—resignation, frustration, and a deep sense of loss. Yet, he knew he had to maintain some semblance of composure, for Madison’s sake if nothing else. He forced himself to pick up another pellet and take a bite, trying to focus on the TV as the reality of his new life settled further into place.
Greg’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Madison’s casual explanation of “little training.” He had heard of it in passing but had never given it much thought, believing it to be something that would never concern him.
Madison, however, seemed entirely at ease with the concept. “Oh, it teaches you proper behavior around your Little Master and important little skills needed for home and the workplace,” she explained, her tone almost dismissive. “You’ve been pretty good overall, Dad. It would be more for Mom. But I want to give her some time before I suggest this to McKenzie.” With that, she refocused on the television, clearly unconcerned about the implications of what she’d just said.
Greg felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest. The idea of “little training” for his wife, and possibly himself, was unsettling. But what worried him more was the thought of being shown to Krysi or any of Madison’s friends. He couldn’t bear the humiliation.
“You wouldn’t really show us to Krysi, would you, Princess?” Greg asked nervously, trying to keep his voice steady.
Madison didn’t look away from the TV as she responded, “I don’t know, Dad. Maybe, if she wanted to see you. But only if you both behaved yourselves. It’s important that you understand your place, and sometimes, having a little extra motivation can help with that.”
Greg watched in growing concern as Madison navigated to his Netflix profile and began removing the age restriction settings. She seemed confident, almost nonchalant, as if this was just another step in asserting her newfound control. But Greg knew something she didn’t—he had passcoded any changes to the account settings, anticipating that Madison might one day try to overstep her bounds.
As she clicked around, trying to make the changes, the screen suddenly prompted her for a passcode. Madison frowned, clearly annoyed. “What’s this?” she muttered, trying again, only to be met with the same request for a passcode.
Greg saw his opportunity to regain a small semblance of control. “Oh, that’s the passcode I set up a while back,” he said as casually as he could. “You know, to make sure nothing inappropriate got changed by mistake.”
Madison’s irritation was palpable, but she quickly masked it. “Right… I forgot about that,” she said, her tone a mix of annoyance and begrudging respect. She backed out of the settings, clearly frustrated but unwilling to make a scene.
Greg couldn’t help but feel a small, bittersweet victory. It was a minor win, but in the context of everything that had happened, it felt significant. He might be a “Little” now, but he wasn’t completely powerless. Not yet, anyway.
Greg’s brief moment of triumph quickly faded as he watched in disbelief while Madison casually typed in a password, and to his surprise, it was accepted. His heart sank as she said, “You really need to stop using my birthdate or Kenzie’s birthdate for everything, Dad,” with a nonchalant tone. She then lifted him slightly to reposition him in her lap, her grip gentle but firm.
Greg was still reeling from being outsmarted when Madison continued, “Of course I’d show you to Krysi. She’s like my best friend. Brooklyn is going to love you too. She has a Little at home, you know, Dad. I can have her bring it if you want?”
Greg’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I definitely don’t want you to have her bring her Little around. It’s bad enough that your friends will see your mother and me like this. It’s so embarrassing,” he said, trying to appeal to Madison’s sense of empathy.
Madison, however, seemed unfazed. “Well, all my friends will see you eventually, Dad. I mean, you guys are my Littles. I can’t just never invite people over. Besides, they all saw the FaceTime from yesterday—it’s not exactly some big secret,” she replied, her tone matter-of-fact.
As she finished speaking, McKenzie walked into the living room, adding another layer of complexity to the situation. Greg felt even more cornered, realizing that the life he once knew was slipping further away with each passing moment. The prospect of Madison’s friends seeing him and Cindy in their current state was mortifying, but it seemed inevitable.
McKenzie’s presence only reinforced the power shift that had taken place, and Greg could do nothing but sit in Madison’s lap, feeling smaller and more helpless than ever.
Greg looked up at McKenzie as she sat down, casually grabbing a chip from Madison’s bowl. “Hey, Dad,” she greeted him, her tone light but her eyes lingering on how small and vulnerable he looked in Madison’s lap.
“Where’s Mom?” McKenzie asked, her brow furrowing slightly when she realized only her father was there.
“Oh, she’s upstairs in the habitat,” Madison replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
McKenzie’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. “You can’t just leave her alone up there, Mads. She shouldn’t be excluded from family time like this,” she said, her tone firm. Without waiting for a response from her sister, McKenzie stood up, clearly intent on retrieving their mother from the habitat.
Greg watched with a mix of relief and anxiety as McKenzie walked away. On one hand, he was glad that someone was looking out for Cindy, but on the other hand, the tension between his daughters was palpable, and he wasn’t sure how it would all play out. The dynamics in the household were shifting rapidly, and Greg felt more like a spectator than a participant in his own life.
lol just like that some of the stuff I said comes to light. Like Greg needing to remember the gaurdian training he went through. I’m sure that could help him better understand the intent behind a lot of things.
also it’s nice to see the real madison in this. Pretty sure she’s still reeling from everything and, like Cindy said, she’s mostly getting back at them, but I bet once the dust settles, her brattyness will take a back seat to the fact that she actually loves her parents.
and I love that Kenzie immediately decided to go get Cindy. That’s gonna cause issues and Madisons gonna complain about training and what not, but I bet that’s where we see that A: Kenzie knows they can’t treat her parents like other littles and B: that Kenzie never really agreed with her mom and that this is a good chance to teach Madison how littles should be treated based on her own view, which is to greg and cindy’s benefit
Greg remembering guardian training would help him. While he does remember some parts. He was not taking it as seriously as his daughters. Plus the stress of the situation factors in as well. Where he is just not thinking straight.
Yeah, Madison isn’t heartless or anything she does care as is illustrated through this. Although she was being a brat before they caught smallara. Teenage hormones, drama, monthly cycles, independence and feeling like she knows everything.
Like most families, she has a different relationship with each parent.
You get to find out tomorrow exactly what happens with McKenzie and Cindy.
That’s Ominous lol
People who catch smallara must be pretty strong willed. I honestly would’ve given up pretty quick. This ain’t a life for me. Also him using their birthdays is really wholesome. I get the feeling he was probably more lenient with them than Cindy. He probably still sees them as his little girls despite the situation. While I’m not a father I can’t imagine the idea of losing that protector status of someone I care about in that sense.
That’s true of most fiction though. How many people are going to trek on foot across a continent with a ring to throw it into a volcano? How many people are going to fly across the galaxy to destroy a Death Star?
Fiction generally does require a degree of suspension of disbelief as most people aren’t going to commit treason against there government to destroy military installation as they are unhappy. Nor are they going to trek across th continent t destroy a ring that can control people.
Or the trope in games and media where you have a group teens and young adults come together to save the world from impending doom.
I do agree that some things in the smallara universe do require a suspension of disbelief. But realistically who wants to read a story where the main character is crushed by depression and sadness and hangs themselves with a shoelace a few pages in as they can’t cope.
If this had happened to me I doubt i would have given up just because I don’t think i could kill myself. Ive lost everything before and had to start over and while it’s hard and sometimes feels crushing coming out the otherside feels good. .
I understand. I do wonder what the other side is for them though. Even the smallborns are going to live lives of servitude to those who deemed them inferior. They’ll be born auto accepting their situation knowing no alternative because the alternatives are auto denied from even thought. But then again that’s fiction.
While i havent written yet this part of dayton story but it goes into talking about how the little cities generitech has for littles. How they have apartments, stores, etc. So they basically go to work and then come home like the rest of us.
Where even if you are a research little where the scientists and researchers ar doing verying studies on you. You still have a shift you are showing up for and then going home and in your free time you can do what you want. play games, watch tv, date, etc.
Where the store littles people buy are generally the ones with the fewest skills. They are kind of the unskilled laborers of the little world. They only have basic training and basic little education and they are put for adoption to guardians in little marts. Where the guardian can purchase and request the little be put through more advanced training. But its funded by the guardian.
So I wouldn’t say smallborns and such are treated horribly or set to a depressing life. Sure some may not like the jobs they are eligible for but that’s true in real life too. You may not like the jobs you are educated for and unless you can afford to elevate yourself you are stuck with the jobs you can get.
So smallborns and such do have a culture, and a society that is developed over time.
Its part of why you see specific little media made as its for the consumption of littles but more specifically littles in these cities.
the one thing I forget about both this story and Smallara primary is the fact that not a lot of time’s gone by in either story. this one in particular I think it’s been less than 2 days. So that, the change in dynamic, and coming to terms that you were under the assumption you aren’t a little for the past few years when in reality you weren’t is a huge emotional toll, so Greg and Cindy are dealing with a lot more than their daughters are really paying attention to, though have some kind of acknowledgment of the situation. Plus Cindy’s teachings probably made it seem that, by nature, hybrid littles\wild littles should accept their roles as soon as they shrink, which is far from the truth. so a lot is going on for Greg and Cindy for sure
I think my biggest issue is I’m putting myself into the story which causes me to feel a certain way. While I’m not an optimist by any means and don’t mind stories with gray or sad endings
I guess it’s weird because in this case I view it more as oppression. Being stripped of my freedom or humanity is something I personally fear and I kinda insert it into the characters.
yeah, it’s hard not to do that with this story lol Asuka’s made it pretty close to being plausible that it’s hard to have a degree of seperation. that’s why I like doing the fanfic and reading Lethals and Vaders cause I get to see others express their view points on what could happen from their own perspective.
I still view everything as though I’m a little in these stories so i tend to be biased in that directions but I’m also realizing that the best case scenarios are ones like Chrissy and Kayla, and as it devlops, sarahs, though my big hopes for how I see littles and gaurdians are with Kayla and Kelli cause I think they’d be a kick ass team if they listened and talked to eachother a bit more lol
Agreed. I think the biggest issue I have personally is that it’s one-sided to an extreme by nature where unless the guardian budges them there is nothing they can do. It reminds of the 1984 quote “Imagine a boot pressing into a head forever”. That’s how I imagine life as a little. Never even having an ability to resist is honestly the hardest part about the series and what most affects me. I never had the ability to put it to words till now and that basically sums it my entire issue. It’s a great story and world but a permanent one sided relationship where your descendents will have to accept it or suffer is hard. It’s very much 1984esque albeit not as dark but still very Orewellian
exactly. that’s the toughest part, accepting how one sided it really is. even the hybrid little like Jordan and Kelli still haven’t come to terms with it, but the bright side is, outside of Dayton and to a lesser, mostly for a lack of content and depth, Mallory, most of the guardians we see don’t necessarily treat their littles horrifically like other countries seem to do. Sure Madison’s being bratty, but when you see her thought process and how she acts when that part of her personality isn’t flaring up, she’s pretty conflicted about the whole thing and honestly doesn’t want her parents to suffer. If it was another little, then yeah things would be different, but this might be the most important opportunity for Madison to really learn how wrong her mom has been, and for Cindy to really do some introspection and see how wrong she was for raising her daughters like this and having the opinions she had.
and in other stories, we see Kayla still looks at Kelli as her sister and not as just her little. She doesn’t want bad things to happen to her and was seemingly close to fighting Tamara as soon as she insulted Kelli in the pool. and Sarah, despite her flaws, is showing conflicting emotions as the story goes on because of Jordan.
I guess my point is yeah it sucks pretty bad, but when you really look at the guardians and the excerpts of their thoughts that Asuka lets us see, there’s a lot more going on that is pro-little and makes me hopeful that more people are going to see littles not as pets but as beings that they can work with and form real partnerships with.
You honestly just put all my fears to rest bro. You’re a real one 110%. I’ve been to doomer about this and close minded. I appreciate it. While Asuka has definitely made really good points perhaps I was seeing it through an overly negative light and I just needed to see affirmations to the contrary.
glad I could help! totally understand the doomer part. I had massive anxiety during the first season of Madison world lol but when you see those snippets of Madisons thoughts and really look at her actions and consider the situations and what not, yeah it’s pretty bad for now, but there is a lot more room for character development and growth, which is good for a slow burn like these stories
even with Dayton, I’m not fully anti-dayton, i’d say like current dayton i’m 95% against her lmao but I could see her going through growth if Sarah flat out doesn’t allow her to be around jordan even if she passes because she doesn’t like how she view littles. like that’d be a wake up call if it came from someone that is essentially a old sister.
the real tricky thing with this story too is that Asuka doesn’t really give us deep insights to peoples inner dialoge, so we fill it with out own thoughts, which is a awesome writing mechanic cause to me, it keeps the reader engaged. tough not to project my thoughts and what not onto sarah and everyone, but it keeps me hooked
You are correct at this point of season two we are still at day two. A few episodes from now transitions to next day or Day three of being a little for Greg and Cindy. Keep in mind that day one for the most part is wasehd out as Madison is at school so its like between 4-6pm when she comes home.
Day two is the first full day they have had smallara. So they have had basically zero time to accept much of anything.
Even the McKenzie and Madison have had little time to really wrap there heads around things. As McKenzie was traveling home as soon as she heard of the family emergency and Madison was has been in the thick of it since the start but not really given a chance to just remove herself and contemplate.
The parents and the daughters are both dealing with the situation. Most of this season is kind of delving into the aspect of coming to terms with things and how this new family dynamic will work.
Cindy’s teachings and beliefs haven’t done them any favors. Greg does slant towards his wife beliefs but is more so in the middle which most people have is that it didn’t really affect him or so he thought so he didn’t really care. But if he was backed into a corner would skew towards his wife beliefs.
0) is today’s longer?
1) Greg trying to figure out how much authority and power he held was rough, especially since he realised it was less and less.
2.1) Eating those pallets was heard to read, if I were a little, I think I’d just eat the real food and accept the health consequences, not like I’d have anything to live for anyway.
2.2) though Madison checking in with Greg to make sure it tastes goid was uncharacteristically sweet of her. (If Cindy saw that more often she’d probably cooperate more)
3) Cindy’s unfavourable status between the parents really stung to read.
4) I’m glad that McKenzie went up for Cindy at the end.
5) part of ne really likes Maddie using her parents own words against them, though she does seem crueller about it than most times I’ve seen it.
0) yes. Yesterdays was 905 words todays was 3311 words. The Madison’s world chapters very in length. Some are shorter like yesterdays others are longer like today’s.
I was not concerning myself with length really. I was just trying to depict each moment how I wanted to without restriction. So sometimes it ended up being short sometime longer. I feel like it all will kind of balances out
As I’ve been able to craft Madison’s world with the full knowledge of what I’m trying to do unlike Smallara prime which didn’t have that. So its been fun.
1)Yeah, Madison is very much her mothers daughter when it comes to her beliefs about littles. So now in little form she is kind of treating him how she was raised to treat littles at home and in school. Which for Greg is a bit humbling.
2) The pellets are more difficult at least that’s the way I’ve written it for people who become littles as opposed to smallborns. As smallborns its just food. They don’t really know any different. So they don’t have the expectation of food tasting a certain way.
Where Greg and Cindy have a palate that was formed on eating standard food. So while the pellets aren’t bad or horrible tasting. It’s also not the most appealing. It would be like being used to eating a steak for dinner and then having to transition to eating oatmeal.
3) what do you mean by unfavorable status?
4) Yes she is trying.
5) The thought process is more her saying this is what you’ve taught me. This is what the rule and expectation was. Now I’m holding you to your own rules. You’re living under your own laws now.
The intent was these rules she had to live under are now being thrown back in there face by her. The intent wasn’t to be crueler then prior.
1) yeah, I have a lot less sympathy for Greg and Cindy than I do for your other little characters, not to say I don’t sympathise or that I condone Maddie’s behaviour.
2) I completely understand that, there’s definitely the psychological step of “I’m a person, in not eating animal food” they have to get over.
The fact that real food tastes better to then yet guardians are taught to not let them have it, or strictly control it would d absolutely suck, like randomlybeing forced on a vegan diet.
The my point was more, “I’d rather starve than eat pallets”
3) just that Greg’s clearly the favourite and getting treated much better than her.
4) let’s hope that means consequences for Maddie down the line.
5) the crueller part comes from the fact she’s doing it with the maturity of a fourteen year old, not with the maturity of and adult, she’s also seeming a bit vengeful, rather than doing it out of care for them.
4) Well she did scold her and illustrated what the proper behavior and action is. The thought was that it would be a bit much to immediately have her start acting like a parent.
5) There is probably a bit of i dont know if I would call it vengefulness or revenge. But she is getting some enjoyment out of the reversal of fortune.
As she probably has a laundry list of things both her parents have done t hat annoyed her or she felt was unfair. So getting to be the one in charge has a bit of added pleasure for sure.
3)that’s true. Greg had the benefit of while working more. He also always took time away from work to go to Madison’s dance stuff, and McKenzie’s tennis matches. He would always take time to do things with his daughters on weekends no matter how busy he was.
They knew how busy he was so it meant a lot to them that he was making the effort and trying his best. As he generally got home later in the day usually just before dinner time.
Cindy got home much earlier as she was mostly home before the girls. would be the one meeting them at the door asking how there day was. All the “annoying” mom stuff. That also meant she had to be the bad guy a bit more often than greg. So while I wouldn’t say any of them hate there mom or anything. Greg probably is the favorite parent.
Cindy also has some harsher/stricter views and kind of pushed them onto her daughters where Greg is more open to differences of opinion even if he doesn’t agree with them.
1) I would never say anyone deserves to be a little. However, I do not feel bad about it happening to some people over others.
1) me neither, but my sympathy also has favourites.
3) sounds like Greg was a good father, Cindy sounds like she was a good mother too, though I can understand the position she was in would make her seem worse to her daughters.
View wise Cindy seems worse, but Greg seemed to not care enough to correct or even question her views, the views sge passed to the girls, which he’s paying for now too.
4) agreed, it’s too soon, but I do hope it’s coming..
5) perhaps spite would be a better word for it, she’s try ti have her getbacks at them.
as an aside, what are some of the objects in the reflection of the glass of the habitat?
Little couch, tiny railing from the second floor, and a little. Madison’s world 32 has a good look at what’s inside the enclosure.
But since I’m assuming you meant the things we can see through the glass, Gamer Chair, Desk, couch, Canadian flag pillow, Union Jack pillow, various posters of what seems like all women, dangling plant (probably plastic), bookshelf, vent, and of couse, Madison.
One can only hope Madison has to give her mother some underfoot training to learn her place
This picture is the best!!! Hopefully mom will get some time under Madison’s foot as a warning
Thanks I’m glad you like it.