Madison’s World Redux: Season Two: Episode Forty One

Madison's World Redux Sesaon 2 Episode 41 1

Greg and Cindy stood motionless, watching as Evan sauntered out of the room with an air of casual authority. It was like they were seeing a completely different person. But deep down, they knew this wasn’t some sudden transformation—it was simply a side of Evan they had never witnessed before. This was how she always treated Littles. They had only ever known the Evan who interacted with them as peers, as adults, as parents of her best friend. Now, they were no longer that. In Evan’s eyes, they weren’t people anymore. They were something lesser.

A wave of dread washed over them. It wasn’t just their physical transformation that weighed on them—it was the understanding that all their life experiences, their education, their authority had been wiped away. In this new world of Littles, none of it mattered. They were at the bottom of the hierarchy now, powerless and diminished.

Their thoughts were interrupted as Trina’s hand settled on each of their shoulders, her grip firm and unyielding. The strength radiating from her toned arms was undeniable. Greg felt the pressure first, his body weaker and less resilient as a male Little. His knees buckled slightly under the weight of Trina’s grasp, and he winced, the sensation unfamiliar and overwhelming. It was a physical reminder of just how powerless he was in this new reality. He had never considered what it meant to be physically vulnerable—never understood what it was like to feel truly weak. But now, he did.

Greg’s mind flashed back to conversations he’d had with coworkers over the years—female colleagues who had spoken about feeling unsafe in certain situations, like walking to their cars at night or being home alone. He had always shrugged it off, thinking it was just an exaggerated sense of caution. But now, in the grip of someone stronger, someone who had absolute control over him, he finally understood. Powerlessness was more than just physical—it was the constant awareness that you had no way to protect yourself.

He glanced at Cindy, who was trying to stand but faltered under Trina’s dominance. Trina was taller and stronger, her muscles toned from years of life as a Little. Cindy’s own strength, which had once seemed formidable to Greg, was nothing in comparison. As Cindy tried to rise, Trina tightened her grip, forcing her back down. The pressure increased until Cindy winced, her body trembling from the effort to resist. Greg could hear a soft cry escape Cindy’s lips as the pain became too much, and he felt his own resolve crumble.

Trina finally released her grip, but the message was clear. She wasn’t just showing her physical strength—she was asserting her dominance over them. They were Littles, and she was in charge.

“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again,” Trina snapped, her voice cold and commanding. There was no room for argument, no space for defiance. “I speak to them, and you speak to me. That is how this works. Your concerns get brought to them through me, and only me. That is how the community functions.”

Greg and Cindy remained frozen, their bodies tense as Trina’s words washed over them. The rules of this new world were solidifying with every passing moment, and it was clear that there would be no deviation from them.

“If I’m not here,” Trina continued, her tone growing sharper, “Cindy will speak. Greg, you only speak when no one else is present. And even then, only if directly addressed. If they don’t ask you to speak, you keep quiet. Do you understand?”

Greg and Cindy nodded, their throats tight with the humiliation of their situation. But Trina wasn’t satisfied with mere nods. Her gaze narrowed, and she repeated her question with a stern edge that left no room for hesitation.

“Do you understand?” she demanded again, her voice laced with authority.

“Yes, Ms. Trina,” they both responded in unison, their voices small and meek, barely recognizable as their own.

It was a surreal moment, one that neither Greg nor Cindy could have imagined mere days ago. They were being forced to answer to Trina—Brooklyn’s Little. The little of the girl who had once been a student of Cindy, was now their superior. The reality of it hit them like a tidal wave. They had descended into a life where they didn’t even have authority over another Little. The very foundation of their existence had crumbled, and now they were trapped in a hierarchy they had no control over, a world where they answered to the Little of their daughter’s best friend.

Greg’s stomach churned with the realization. This was their life now. They were no longer parents, no longer authority figures. They were Littles, and even among Littles, they were at the lowest tier.

Trina, satisfied with their submission, stepped back, her grip on their shoulders a memory of the power imbalance that had just played out. She gave them one last look, a mixture of superiority and pity, before walking away.

Greg and Cindy remained where they were, their bodies aching from the encounter, their minds swirling with the weight of their new reality. They had become part of a world they had once believed they understood. But now, from the inside, they realized they had never truly grasped the depth of what it meant to be a Little.

“I was going to let you stand and stretch,” Trina’s voice was cold and authoritative, “but after that pathetic display, you can continue to little sit and reflect until they come back for us. They’ll decide if you’re allowed to be released. I thought we had an understanding of your positions, but I was wrong.”

Greg and Cindy felt the weight of those words settle over them like a suffocating blanket. Forced to remain in the little sit position, they stared down at the pink carpet of Madison’s habitat, the posture a physical reminder of their obedience, imposed not by their daughter but by another Little—Trina. The humiliation burned hotter with each passing second. They were no longer even on the same level as other Littles. They were beneath them, mere novices under Trina’s command. It was a display not only of Trina’s authority but a clear reinforcement of their own diminished place in this twisted society.

Greg’s legs ached from the prolonged position, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the gnawing frustration clawing at him from the inside. His muscles cramped under the weight of their forced obedience, yet he dared not move. This wasn’t just about following orders anymore; it was about survival—enduring this new reality until they could find some small sliver of control. If they could find it.

Time became meaningless as they sat there, powerless to change anything. Each second dragged by, a torturous reminder of their new status in life. Greg had thought that waiting for Madison to wake up that morning had been the worst of it—the helplessness, the feeling of being utterly forgotten in her world. But he had been wrong. This was worse. The anticipation of punishment hung in the air, making every breath feel heavier, more suffocating.

Cindy was silent beside him, her body rigid in the little sit position. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the quiet anger she was struggling to suppress. She had always been the strong one, the voice of reason and control, but now they were both trapped—together yet completely isolated in their suffering. There was nothing they could do but wait. Trina’s authority loomed over them like a shadow, and they both knew the consequences of stepping out of line would only deepen their misery.

Neither Greg nor Cindy could gauge how much time had passed. From their low vantage point, they couldn’t see the clock on Madison’s nightstand. It might have been minutes or hours—it all blurred together in their silent, powerless world. The only indication of time came in the form of muffled voices echoing down the hallway. The idle chatter of Madison, Evan, and Brooklyn was faint at first but grew louder as they approached. Teenage laughter, carefree and light, reverberated down the hall—a cruel contrast to the suffocating stillness inside the habitat.

Greg’s heart sank as he recognized the voices. He braced himself for what would come next, the inevitable reminder that these teens held absolute control over their lives now. The chatter was light and casual, as if they weren’t walking into a room where two of their former authority figures now sat humiliated and broken in a tiny plastic enclosure.

“So, McKenzie’s like your parent now, or what?” Brooklyn asked with the bluntness only a teen could manage, her voice clear as they stopped just outside Madison’s room.

“Yeah,” Madison replied, her tone bright and almost cheerful. “She’s adopting me, so basically. We’re just waiting for the paperwork to go through, but it’s pretty much a done deal from what we’ve been told.”

The words hit Greg and Cindy like a slap. McKenzie’s adopting Madison? They had known it was happening, but hearing it so casually confirmed in a conversation between teenagers made it feel even more real, even more permanent. Their eldest daughter, McKenzie, the one they had once raised and guided, was now not only their daughter but Madison’s legal guardian. It was a complete inversion of their family structure, the ultimate symbol of how far their lives had fallen.

Greg’s mind swirled with disbelief. McKenzie, their parent now? He and Cindy had spent their lives protecting and raising their daughters, and now they were to be cared for, managed like children—or worse, like pets. This wasn’t just some twisted nightmare they could wake up from. This was reality.

Cindy’s breath hitched beside him, the only sound she’d made in what felt like hours. He didn’t dare glance at her, but he could sense the storm of emotions brewing inside her. The tightness of her posture, the shallow rise and fall of her chest, all betrayed the internal battle she was fighting to maintain control.

They heard the door swing open, and suddenly the room was filled with the presence of the teens. Their casual footsteps, their laughter—it all seemed like a sick mockery of the power dynamics that had shifted so thoroughly in the past few days. Madison, Brooklyn, and Evan stood above them, their conversations continuing as if Greg and Cindy’s existence was nothing more than an afterthought.

Greg’s eyes dropped back to the floor, the realization hitting him again. They weren’t just losing their place as parents. They had already lost it. This wasn’t a temporary adjustment. This was the new normal.

As Evan and Brooklyn settled onto the bed, their conversation flowed effortlessly, as though Greg and Cindy weren’t even there. It was surreal to them, watching these teens chat and laugh without the slightest acknowledgment of their presence—yet what struck Greg and Cindy the most was Madison. She paused, peering into the habitat, her gaze falling on them. For a moment, hope flickered inside them. Maybe she’d noticed their discomfort. Maybe she’d finally see them, really see them, as more than Littles, more than pets.

But the conversation didn’t shift. It didn’t stop. The banter between the teens carried on without missing a beat. Madison’s attention on her parents was fleeting, casual, as if checking on a couple of goldfish in a tank. There was no urgency, no concern, just a glance as she continued to engage with her friends.

In that moment, Greg and Cindy realized with a sinking clarity that this was normal. Not for them, of course. For them, this was still a nightmare, something they hadn’t fully processed, something that felt surreal and wrong. But to Madison, to Evan, to Brooklyn—this was routine. This wasn’t a unique situation; it wasn’t something that required special attention or thought. They weren’t parents trapped in a cage. They were just Littles, and Littles were an accepted part of life. To the world outside, this was perfectly ordinary. A teenage girl with her Littles. No more remarkable than a girl with her pets.

Greg and Cindy felt the weight of that realization pressing down on them, suffocating in its finality. They were the only ones struggling with this reality. The world had moved on. They were the ones who didn’t belong anymore, who were out of sync with the rhythm of life. The rest of the world had already adjusted. This was the new normal.

“Hey guys, how are you doing?” Madison’s voice broke through their thoughts, her tone sweet and familiar, like the daughter they remembered. “Look at you, still in your little positions. You must be waiting for me. You’re doing so good. I’m proud of you.”

Her praise stung. It was spoken in that tone parents use for toddlers taking their first steps or learning to read—a voice that was nurturing, yes, but also patronizing. Greg and Cindy were being praised not for anything meaningful but for maintaining a position that had been forced upon them.

They wanted to scream, to beg her to lift the lid and let them out, to plead with her to see what was happening. But the clear acrylic walls dampened their voices, muffling their cries until they were little more than whispers against the conversation continuing above them. Greg’s eyes flickered briefly toward Trina, who sat perfectly still, exuding calm obedience, her every movement reinforcing the reality of their new world. Greg didn’t dare look too long. The reminder of how far they had fallen was too painful.

Madison lifted the lid ever so slightly, her hand reaching down into the habitat. Greg and Cindy’s hearts raced. This was their chance. They could tell her everything, explain what had been happening. They could plead for some freedom, even if just for a moment. But as Madison’s fingers brushed their backs, all their thoughts of rebellion seemed to slip away. Her touch was gentle, soothing. The pressure in their stiff joints eased as her fingers glided down their small frames, massaging out the tension that had built from hours of forced sitting.

Their bodies responded instinctively to the comfort, the pain in their knees and backs melting away under her soft strokes. Greg could feel himself relax despite his racing thoughts, his muscles loosening in response to Madison’s touch. Cindy, too, found herself leaning into her daughter’s hand, her anger and frustration momentarily dulled by the relief spreading through her little body. It was as though their bodies betrayed them, reacting to Madison’s touch as if it were a full-body massage, providing them with the comfort their minds were screaming against.

“Yeah, did my Littles miss me?” Madison cooed, her voice light and playful, the kind of tone you’d use with an excitable puppy who had been waiting for its owner to come home. Her fingers grazed their backs again, and both Greg and Cindy instinctively reached out, grasping her fingers with a kind of desperate affection. They held on, hoping—praying—that she would notice, that she would ask them how they were doing, or at the very least, take them out of the habitat for a short reprieve.

But Madison’s focus was elsewhere. “Yeah, I think my Littles missed me. Yes, they did. Yes, they did,” she said, still using that sing-song voice, as if speaking to beloved pets rather than the parents who had raised her. The casualness of it stung. To her, this wasn’t anything unusual. They were simply her Littles now. The bond they once shared as a family had shifted, perhaps irreparably.

As Madison pulled her hand away and slid the lid back into place, sealing them once again inside their plastic prison, she offered one last smile. It was the same smile she used to give them when she was a little girl—warm, sweet, and full of affection. But now, it carried a new weight. It wasn’t the smile of a daughter to her parents. It was the smile of a guardian to her pets, content in the knowledge that they were obedient, well-behaved, and exactly where they belonged.

Greg and Cindy sat in silence as Madison turned away, seamlessly rejoining the conversation with Brooklyn and Evan, as if nothing unusual had happened. The laughter resumed, the girls chatting easily about plans for the weekend, about trivial teenage things that, in their former lives, Greg and Cindy would have dismissed as inconsequential. Now, even those small moments of freedom seemed like a luxury they would never experience again.

They glanced at each other, both of them filled with a deep, aching sadness. Madison hadn’t seen them as anything other than her Littles. The moment had passed. They were still trapped, still powerless, still unseen. And Madison, their daughter, was perfectly content with that.

“Ugh, I have to go,” Evan groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. Her tone was thick with teenage irritation, and she let out an exasperated sigh as if the very idea of leaving was an unbearable burden. “The rents want me home.”

She crossed her arms, her expression one of pure annoyance as she huffed. “They’re so anal about these family dinners,” she added, her voice dripping with disdain. “Like, no one wants to eat your stupid casserole.”

Evan’s frustration only deepened, her eyes narrowing as she thought about the inconvenience. “I have a life, you know,” she snapped, as if her parents’ insistence on family time was a personal affront to her carefully curated world. With another roll of her eyes, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, clearly irritated at the thought of her parents pulling her away from something far more important.

Greg and Cindy smiled internally as they heard Evan. The idea that Evan wasn’t all powerful was soothing. Seeing her into forced obedience was comforting even if it wasn’t from them. Even if such a power was now so far above them. It felt like reaching for god. You can try as much you want but it’s always just out of reach.

As Evan gathered her things picking up her purse getting ready to leave while still casually chatting with her friends before saying her goodbyes. She started walking towards the door pausing in front of the habitat.

“Bye, Littles,” Evan said, her voice laced with mock sweetness, the smirk on her lips barely hiding the smug satisfaction beneath. She lingered for a moment, savoring the power in the simple act of dismissing them, as if they were nothing more than an afterthought in her day.

With a final, condescending glance, Evan turned and bounded down the stairs, her steps light and carefree, completely indifferent to the weight of her words. The echo of her departure seemed to hang in the air, a reminder of her superiority and control.

Madison and Brooklyn carried on their conversation, their voices mingling with the casual rhythm of teenage girl talk. To them, it was just another day—discussing school gossip, weekend plans, and whatever trivial matters occupied their minds. For Greg and Cindy, the conversation was a distant hum, barely registering against the weight of their reality. They remained trapped, confined to the habitat, powerless to do anything but watch.

The minutes dragged on, each one a reminder of how little control they had over their lives now. Occasionally, Greg would glance up, hoping for some acknowledgment—anything that might break the mundane normalcy of Madison’s world. But it never came. Madison’s attention was fully on Brooklyn, her words flowing easily, with no hint that her parents’ situation weighed on her in the slightest.

Then, with a fluid motion that spoke of experience, Brooklyn stood. Greg’s gaze followed her, heart pounding as she moved toward the habitat. The conversation between the two girls didn’t pause, didn’t shift focus, even as Brooklyn reached down, her fingers effortlessly lifting the lid off the enclosure. It was as if retrieving a Little from a habitat was the most natural thing in the world—because for her, it was.

Greg and Cindy could only watch as Brooklyn’s hand descended with precision, her movements practiced and smooth. She grasped Trina gently but firmly, lifting her from the habitat in one flawless motion. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. It was the kind of seamless interaction that only came from years of being a Guardian, of understanding the exact balance between control and care.

For Brooklyn, this was nothing. Just another moment in her day. But to Greg and Cindy, it was another stark reminder of how far removed they were from the lives they once lived. They had trained Brooklyn, guided her as a friend of Madison’s, watching her grow up from a carefree child into this confident young woman who now held complete authority over them.

Greg’s eyes flickered over to Trina as she was lifted out, her body relaxed, her expression calm. There was no fear or hesitation in her movements. She was completely accustomed to this, accustomed to being handled, moved, and directed by Brooklyn. It was the fluid exchange of an experienced Guardian and her well-trained Little—a relationship built on a foundation of unquestioning obedience and trust.

As Brooklyn’s fingers wrapped around Trina’s small form, the contrast was jarring. Trina wasn’t struggling, wasn’t resisting. She allowed herself to be moved with a grace that Greg couldn’t quite comprehend. It was second nature to her now—to yield, to be pliant in Brooklyn’s hands. The power dynamic between them was so clear, so ingrained, that it felt almost natural. Greg, watching this unfold, couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of unease. This was what Madison and Brooklyn expected of them. To be as compliant, as docile, as obedient as Trina.

Cindy’s breath hitched beside him, and he knew she was thinking the same thing. Trina had once been in their position—a person with agency, with a voice. Now, she was something else entirely. A trained Little, well-versed in her place, accustomed to being led.

And Brooklyn didn’t even pause. She didn’t look at Greg and Cindy, didn’t acknowledge them. They were beneath her notice. Just two more Littles in Madison’s collection, not worthy of interrupting her casual conversation. The entire process, from opening the lid to removing Trina, was done with the kind of efficiency and thoughtlessness reserved for routine tasks.

Greg’s stomach churned. This was their future. This effortless exchange of power and control, this seamless movement between Guardian and Little—soon, it would be them. Brooklyn’s flawless retrieval of Trina wasn’t just a display of her competence as a Guardian. It was a glimpse into their fate.

Madison, still sitting, didn’t miss a beat. She smiled at Brooklyn, still talking as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world, her gaze barely flickering toward her parents in their habitat. The two girls were in perfect sync, their roles as Guardians solidified, unquestioned, and so casual in its dominance that it was terrifying.

For Greg and Cindy, the message was clear: their world had changed. Irrevocably. This wasn’t just about shrinking in size. This was about the complete erosion of their autonomy, the transformation from people with authority to objects of affection—handled, cared for, but ultimately, controlled.

Brooklyn cradled Trina in one hand, absently stroking her hair as if she were a cherished pet, her attention already back on Madison. Trina, for her part, remained perfectly still, the picture of obedience. The exchange between them was so natural, so practiced, that it made Greg’s skin crawl.

Would that be him one day? Being lifted, moved, and held with the same ease? Would he, too, learn to respond with the same calm acceptance as Trina, trained to yield to the hands of his Guardian?

He glanced at Cindy. Her jaw was clenched, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists in her lap. She was holding on, just barely, to the last remnants of her pride. But Greg could see the fear in her eyes—the same fear that was gnawing at him.

They were witnessing their future, and it was terrifying.

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J - Vader
J - Vader
9 days ago

Again this family or community or whatever the fuck sucks balls !!!!!! Evan is a bitch, Brooklyn is sorta fine I guess nothing to crazy yet, Mads is a product of Cindy’s bad influence and this bond between the Littles and guardians feels so fake and flawed that it isn’t even funny.

I wish and hope we see more of how many people take this route of treating the little population vs people like Sara, Chole hell anyone that sees a little and guardian relationship a this sacred and fragile thing because it is it more than just a dog or cat kind of relationship it’s literally a being that can talk, think and act like people because sorta kinda are.

The future for Cindy and Greg looks horrible, I really feel bad for Trina because I can’t imagine how bad it was (yet) n the past and how she became this broken little that was transformed into a almost robotic little. It’s sad and it’s hard to to tell if Brooklyn is really taking care of her or not maybe so similar signs of abuse before or something I don’t know I just can’t tell if it’s a fake love for each other or somewhat real relationship between them.

Just sad all around but great chapter nonetheless.

Ps saw the bonus beach chapter good god I missed Jordan, Sara and co so much after reading this story lol

C M
C M
Reply to  Asukafan2001
9 days ago

Kayla Kelli! Yes!

Also, what’s the ratio of female Littles to male/Greg in the community? Cause at first Cindy was afraid of Greg leaving her Behimd, but now Greg should be the one worried cause Cindy seems to enjoy power

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  C M
9 days ago

Well, Asuka has only used gender neutral pronouns for Evan’s little, so I think it’s not decided yet, or at keast when these chapters were written. I am guessing female though, making the ratio 3:1 and banishing Greg to the indefinite lowest level.

Lethal Ledgend
9 days ago

1) “it was simply a side of Evan they had never witnessed before. This was how she always treated Littles.” Cindy’s seen it before, she taught it to them. Just never seen it from this angle.

2) “She wasn’t just showing her physical strength—she was asserting her dominance over them.” She has so few chances to do so over people, still cruel though.

3.1) “I speak to them, and you speak to me. That is how this works. Your concerns get brought to them through me, and only me” and what if they don’t trust you to deliver the message properly Trina? You haven’t exactly made a good impression.
3.2) “If I’m not here, Cindy will speak. Greg, you only speak when no one else is present. And even then, only if directly addressed.” And what if Greg has an issue that needs to b e addressed and there’s no one around to raise it? Honestly Trina not a very smart system to enforce.

4) “They had descended into a life where they didn’t even have authority over another Little” technically Cindy does.

5) “after that pathetic display, you can continue to little sit and reflect until they come back for us. They’ll decide if you’re allowed to be released. I thought we had an understanding of your positions, but I was wrong.” Trina’s just mas because her power trip got axdose of reality.

6) “the quiet anger she was struggling to suppress. She had always been the strong one, the voice of reason and control” she should be proud to see her teaching has touched them in such a profound way, after all this is what she wanted.

7) “McKenzie, their parent now? He and Cindy had spent their lives protecting and raising their daughters, and now they were to be cared for, managed like children—or worse, like pets.” Yeah, it’s definitely a shitty situation to go from top to bottom like that, especially with the needless cruelty mixed in.

8) “They weren’t just losing their place as parents. They had already lost it. This wasn’t a temporary adjustment. This was the new normal.” The girls normalised the situation very quickly, adapting to them not being adults to them any more like a snap of their fingers.

9) “Maybe she’d finally see them, really see them, as more than Littles, more than pets.” Well now, that seems plausible but unlikely, Cindy literally trained her against it.

10) “They were just Littles, and Littles were an accepted part of life. To the world outside, this was perfectly ordinary.” Actually that would explain how Madison and the rest could acclimatise and normalise it so quickly.

11.1) “Hey guys, how are you doing?” fuck you you don’t care
11.2) “Look at you, still in your little positions. You must be waiting for me. You’re doing so good. I’m proud of you.” praying them for something they don’t like is needlessly cruel.

12.1) “the pain in their knees and backs melting away under her soft strokes.” So it’s full body relief from just touching her back?
12.2) “Cindy, too, found herself leaning into her daughter’s hand, her anger and frustration momentarily dulled by the relief spreading through her little body.” It’s a little unsettling how quickly and easily that pacifies littles, no matter how valid their grief is.

13) “Yeah, did my Littles miss me?” only in a “better the devil they know” kind of way.

14) “The idea that Evan wasn’t all powerful was soothing. Seeing her into forced obedience was comforting even if it wasn’t from them” I can definitely see why they’d find that satisfying.

15) “It was as if retrieving a Little from a habitat was the most natural thing in the world—because for her, it was.” Well yeah, she’s been doing it since 2021. (BTW my headcanon is that Brooklyn and/or Evan are in the same guardian class as Dayton, just cause the timeline adds up.)

16) “There was no fear or hesitation in her movements. She was completely accustomed to this, accustomed to being handled, moved, and directed by Brooklyn… an experienced Guardian and her well-trained Little—a relationship built on a foundation of unquestioning obedience and trust” I do like that it sounds like, despite having Cindy’s bad influence it sounds like Brooklyn isn’t amyoo abusive to Trina, the two definitely love eachother, and the mutual trust is evident in their interactions.

17) “To be as compliant, as docile, as obedient as Trina.” Feels like a weird way do describe someone who recently overpowered and gotten violent with them, lol.

18) “This effortless exchange of power and control, this seamless movement between Guardian and Little—soon, it would be them” it’s exactly what Madison was envisioning when Cindy was teaching her.

19) “They were witnessing their future, and it was terrifying.” I can imagine it would be, they’ve been deliberately resisting exactly this, and to see someone who had similarly resisted now complacent would be hope killing.

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Asukafan2001
9 days ago

2) I don’t really blame her with Cindy, but Greg didn’t deserve this.

3.1) It’s the same issue with Madison want Greg and Cindy to bring her their issues so she can pass them along to McKenzie. Even would be nicer to Trina, and probably kindest to her own little. I understand the dog training similarities, I get the metaphor.
3.2) I thought she meant if he was alone with a guardian, lol. Flying under radars is smart, unless he’s having a problem.

4) Probably for the best they try to maintain their marriage as best they can, it’d be one of their few comforts.

7) I have about the same opinions on the matter.

8) My thing is that they’re effectively orphan’s now, and while that has come up in passing it’s something I’d expect ot be more prominent.

9) Her and Greg’s grave unfortunately

10) That would make sense, Smallara’s thirteen years old, eight years of being public knowledge and four years in the USA. There are probably kids shows and cartoons tackling “what to do if a friend or family member becomes a little?” and topics like that, School speakers on the topic, PSAs about it, there’d be some structure in place to help people cope.

11.1) She’d care, but it’d be a selfish kind of caring though.

12.1) I see, so it all connects in a way.
12.2) We have seen it quell anger before though, like how Sara would use it to manipulate Jordan, getting him right before he speaks his mind and releasing after the moment has passed, he seemed to have his emotion negated and be more compliant afterwards.

14) They even got that from for Trina through Evan.

15) Thanks, as soon as I realised Brooklyn having Trina for two years meant she received her in 2021, and since she’d have been twelve then it meant 2021 had to be the year she was trained also and since they’re all in New York it was easy to connect dots. I literally checked over all of the Dayton series for any mention of a “Brooklyn” or “Evan” once I put that together.

16) It’s nice to see. Brooklyn and Trina are the longest Guardian and Little pairing we know about (second being Sara and Jordan at 18months in Sunday Funday) so I’m pleased to see that their’s a fair bit of love between them. I’m not sure about the protectiveness you mentioned though, We know she’s allowed others to flick and be mean to Trina, that’s what Trina’s getting revenge for now after all.
 
17) She did get chewed out, but that was for a stupid reason, she should be more pissed at the rules than at Greg and Cindy. (Well, Cindy made the rules so there’s some validity there I guess)

19) She’s definitely quite bonded and adapted, which makes sense as mentioned in 16 she’s in the longest little guardian relationship, she’s had the most time to give up and accept her fate. 

Nodqfan
Reply to  Lethal Ledgend
9 days ago

Yeah, being forced into submitting to the guardian’s obedience is terrifying it is similar to what Scott from Chrissy’s story went through with his memory being repressed and erased by Preema Tech.

Last edited 9 days ago by Nodqfan
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