The hours slipped by, and darkness draped itself over the house like a heavy blanket. Outside, the world quieted as the last hues of twilight surrendered to the deep indigo of night. Stars began to punctuate the sky, distant and cold, while a pale sliver of moonlight filtered through the edges of Madison’s bedroom curtains.
Inside the habitat, Greg and Cindy sat together on the small sofa, their gazes drifting toward the silent expanse of Madison’s room. Shadows stretched across the floor, cast by the faint glow of electronics. They exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment of their shared reality. They lived on Madison’s time now, their days punctuated by her comings and goings, their purpose defined by her needs.
The creak of the stairs announced Madison’s ascent long before she appeared. The door swung open, and she stepped inside, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her phone. Without a word, she flicked on the overhead lights, banishing the shadows to the corners. The sudden brightness made Greg blink, his eyes adjusting to the change.
Madison closed the door behind her with a quiet click and moved to her desk, her footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. She settled into her chair, the subtle squeak of the leather seat breaking the stillness. The rhythmic clacking of her mechanical keyboard soon filled the room, each keystroke crisp and deliberate. The monitor cast a bluish hue over her features, highlighting the focused furrow of her brow.
From within the habitat, Greg and Cindy watched her intently. They couldn’t make out what she was working on, but the intensity suggested it was important. The glow of the screen reflected in her eyes, and for a fleeting moment, Greg saw a glimpse of the little girl who used to sit at the kitchen table, diligently coloring outside the lines.
After several minutes, Madison pushed back from her desk, the chair swiveling slightly. She turned to face them, her expression inscrutable. “I guess it looks acceptable to submit,” she remarked, her tone matter-of-fact. Rising from her seat, she approached the habitat, her gaze assessing.
Greg felt a knot tighten in his stomach as she drew near. Despite everything, there was still a part of him that hoped for a moment of connection, a glimmer of warmth or familiarity. But her demeanor remained distant, professional. He was reminded of her words earlier. She would treat them equally when Cindy was around.
“Brooklyn and Trina will be here in the morning before school,” Madison announced, her eyes flicking between them. “You two need a lot of work. You barely qualify to be service Littles. If you weren’t my parents, I’d probably put you in one of those remedial Little training courses they offer at Little Mart for Littles who struggle with basic concepts.”
The words stung, a blunt reminder of their diminished status. Greg opened his mouth to respond but quickly realized Madison hadn’t activated the communicator. Their voices would be inaudible to her. Instead, he glanced at Cindy, who gave a subtle nod. Together, they moved into the Little sit position, backs straight, hands resting lightly on their thighs, heads slightly bowed.
They did it not just because it was expected, but also as a silent gesture of acquiescence, a hope to ease any lingering tension. The posture felt both familiar and alien, a blend of humility and resignation.
Madison observed them for a moment, her expression unreadable. “I guess that’s a start,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. With a swift motion, she lifted the lid of the habitat, the air stirring slightly with the movement. Without warning, she reached in and gently but firmly grasped them both, her fingers wrapping around their smaller forms with surprising delicacy.
Greg felt a rush of vertigo as she carried them across the room. The scale of everything was overwhelming, the distance to her desk seemed vast, the objects around them looming like monoliths. Madison settled back into her chair, lowering them carefully to the floor beneath her desk.
Before them lay two bottles of nail polish, one a vibrant crimson, the other a clear topcoat. The bottles stood like towering pillars, their glass surfaces gleaming under the soft light. Madison said nothing, the clacking of her keyboard resuming as she returned to her work.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Greg whispered, turning to Cindy. His voice was tinged with confusion and a hint of frustration.
Cindy was already moving toward one of the bottles, her movements measured. “We paint her nails, dear,” she explained softly. “The strokes need to be even and straight; otherwise, we use the other bottle to remove the polish and start over. It’s best to start before Ms. Wessen says anything.”
“You can’t be serious,” Greg protested, glancing nervously upward to ensure Madison wasn’t paying them undue attention. “Mistress Wessen would never—”
“Ms. Wessen would and does,” Cindy interrupted gently, emphasizing the title. “You heard them both earlier. We are Ms. Wessen’s Littles as well.” She paused, her gaze softening. “I’m sorry, Greg. This one is on me. I never imagined that when I introduced her to makeup, she’d incorporate my Little lessons into it. I should have, but I didn’t think about how she would take my lessons and incorporate it into her lifestyle.”
She sighed, lifting the brush with some effort. “She’s more advanced than I ever was. She watches tutorials online and always asked for specific products. We need to build up our Little muscles to properly hold and work the brush. I still struggle with it, and it’ll be even harder for you. Ultimately, we’ll do the finer work with smaller brushes, but we need to learn the basics first, according to Ms. Wessen.”
Greg watched her for a moment, the reality sinking in. “I suppose a lot changed over the weekend,” he murmured.
He approached the bottle, its size daunting. The brush, when lifted, felt heavier than expected, his smaller muscles straining to control it. Almost immediately, a droplet of polish splattered onto the floor, missing Madison’s toenail entirely.
He looked up, anxiety flickering across his features. Madison showed no sign of noticing, her focus unwavering on the screen. But he knew that mistakes wouldn’t go overlooked forever. He dragged over tissue made for removing makeup and dabbed up the polish.
Cindy moved with more familiarity, carefully applying smooth strokes to Madison’s toenail. “We need to keep trying,” she encouraged softly. “It’ll get easier with practice.”
The scent of the nail polish was sharp, filling the small space beneath the desk with a pungent aroma but not to harmful levels. Greg’s eyes watered slightly, but he steadied himself, determined to make the best of the situation.
Above them, Madison shifted slightly in her chair, the subtle movement causing a shadow to pass over them. The hum of her computer and the rhythmic tapping of keys created a strange soundtrack to their task.
Suddenly, the sound of the bedroom door opening broke the pattern. “Hey, Mads,” McKenzie’s voice called out, warm and familiar.
Greg and Cindy paused instinctively, looking up to see their eldest daughter towering above them. From their vantage point, she appeared immense, her features softened by concern as she glanced beneath the desk.
“Just a second, Kenz,” Madison replied, not turning away from her monitor. Then, directing her attention downward, she addressed her parents. “I’m sorry, Littles, but just because someone comes in doesn’t mean you stop unless there is some kind of danger. You keep working unless you’re told otherwise.”
Her tone was firm, carrying an authority that Greg and Cindy were still adjusting to. “It’s clear I gave you too much autonomy before, so you’ll need to earn back the freedom you had. Now, you work and appreciate the learning opportunities in front of you. Right now, you couldn’t even remove the polish from McKenzie’s nail.”
The rebuke stung, but they could also sense the lingering frustration from earlier. Without protest, they resumed their task, the weight of the brush a constant challenge.
Greg caught McKenzie’s gaze, and for a fleeting moment, she offered him an apologetic smile, a silent message of understanding. She quickly masked it as she turned her attention back to Madison.
“Everything okay?” McKenzie asked casually, stepping further into the room.
“Fine,” Madison replied curtly. “Just making sure my Littles understand their responsibilities.”
McKenzie leaned against the edge of the desk, her eyes flickering between Madison and the scene beneath the table. “I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow’s schedule,” she said, her tone light but probing.
Madison sighed, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. “What about it?”
As the sisters conversed, Greg and Cindy focused intently on their work. The brush felt unwieldy in Greg’s hands, his muscles protesting the unfamiliar movements. The polish spread unevenly across the nail, and he grimaced at the streaks forming.
“Steady hands,” Cindy whispered encouragingly. “Try to use your whole arm, not just your wrist.”
He nodded, adjusting his grip. The task required a level of precision that seemed almost impossible at their scale. Yet, there was something grounding about the meticulous nature of it, a small semblance of purpose in an otherwise chaotic world.
Above them, Madison and McKenzie continued their dialogue, voices a blend of casual banter and underlying tension.
“I just think we need to coordinate better,” McKenzie was saying. “Especially with Brooklyn and Trina coming over.”
Madison shrugged. “I’ve got it under control.”
“Alright,” McKenzie replied, though her tone suggested lingering doubt. “Just remember, we’re in this together.”
Madison glanced down at her parents, observing their efforts. “They’ll be ready,” she said, a hint of determination in her voice.
“Are you sure that’s not to much for them? Espeically dad.” McKenize asked.
“They’re fine look there is hundreds of videos online with male and female littles doing this. It just takes practice.” Madison said as she did a quick search online and showed McKenzie the results with thousands of matches.
Greg couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions, frustration at their situation, yet a yearning to prove themselves, to perhaps rebuild some semblance of the relationships they once had.
“Do you think she still cares?” he whispered to Cindy.
She paused, considering. “I believe she does,” she replied softly. “But she’s struggling, just like we are.”
He sighed. “I wish things could go back to how they were.”
“I know,” she said, her eyes reflecting his sentiment. “But for now, we have to adapt.”
They continued working in silence, the only sounds the faint swish of the brush and the ambient noise of the room. Time seemed to blur, minutes stretching into what felt like hours.
Eventually, McKenzie stood to leave. “I’ll let you get back to it,” she said to Madison. “Goodnight.”
“Night,” Madison responded, her tone softening slightly.
As McKenzie exited the room, she cast one last glance toward her parents. There was empathy in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities they all faced.
Cindy and Greg labored meticulously over Madison’s toenails, the brushes in their hands feeling both familiar and foreign. Each stroke required precision, their movements deliberate and cautious. The scent of nail polish hung heavy in the air, a sharp, chemical aroma that mingled with the faint hint of lavender from Madison’s lotion. It was just potent enough to prick at their senses, a constant reminder of their task.
They paused frequently, stepping back to assess their work under the soft glow of the desk lamp. Imperfections glared back at them—streaks in the polish, uneven edges, tiny bubbles that marred the smooth surface. With a resigned sigh, they dipped cloths into the remover, erasing their efforts to begin anew. Anything short of perfection would be deemed unacceptable. They knew Madison’s standards; she valued her image meticulously. Her makeup was always flawless, her nails a testament to her attention to detail. Even in casual attire, she curated her look with an effortless style that surpassed Cindy’s own sensibilities.
“Steady hands,” Cindy whispered, her voice barely audible over the faint hum of the computer above them. She glanced at Greg, noting the concentration etched across his features. “We need to apply the polish in one smooth motion.”
Greg nodded, his brow furrowed. “I’m trying,” he replied softly. “But the brush feels so heavy.”
The weight of their situation pressed upon them as heavily as the tools they wielded. The irony was not lost on Cindy, once a mother guiding her daughter, now a Little striving to meet that same daughter’s expectations. She recalled glimpses of Madison watching videos of Littles performing intricate nail designs, their diminutive size allowing for detail that larger hands struggled with. Madison had plans for them, expectations that extended beyond simple tasks such as this.
Above them, Madison’s voice broke the silence. “You two can take five and then start again,” she said, not bothering to look down. She could feel the uneven strokes, the hesitations. Beyond the tactile feedback, she sensed their frustrations, the soft groans, the quiet grunts of effort. They carried a tone of dissatisfaction she was all too familiar with.
Madison drummed her toes lightly against the floor, the subtle vibrations resonating through the space beneath the desk. Her eyes remained fixed on the computer screen, where a sprawling map of her Civilization game unfolded. It wasn’t her usual genre, but after watching McKenzie play one evening, she found herself drawn to the strategic complexities.
“I’m hard on you because I know you can do it,” Madison continued, her tone measured yet firm. “I don’t ask anything of my Littles that I don’t think they can handle. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise. You just need more practice.” She paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I know it feels like I’m strict with you, but it’s because you need to learn, and it’s my job to guide you. In a few months, this will all be easier.”
She didn’t expect a response, they couldn’t offer one even if they wanted to. Their voices were to weak. She could hear them but it would be difficult to converse. Madison understood that they might not fully grasp her intentions, trapped as they were between their former identities and their new reality. They still thought of themselves as people, not yet embracing their existence as Littles.
“I do this because I love you guys,” Madison said softly, almost to herself. “Mom worked so hard to educate people about a Little’s place. She helped bring that education to the school system for everyone, not just the rich. Ava would never have been able to be in training if it weren’t for what Mom believed in and fought for.”
She leaned back in her chair, her gaze distant as she reflected. “In time, you’ll understand. Once you accept that you’re my Littles, you’ll see that all this is for your own good. This is what you need to function and survive in the world. You’re just confused right now.”
Reaching for a half-empty water bottle on her desk, Madison unscrewed the cap. She carefully poured a small amount into the upturned lid of an old soda bottle, creating a makeshift basin. Bending down, she placed it gently in front of them. The water shimmered under the light, tiny ripples forming as it settled.
“It’s bottled water,” she explained, a hint of warmth in her voice. “I know you’re working hard, so this is a reward. I told you that Littles who work hard get rewarded. It’s not what Mom believed, but it’s what I believe, and you’re mine. After thinking about things maybe there is room for my way to be intermixed a bit more with mom’s strategies. As your methods can be a bit harsh mom.” She offered a faint smile. “Drink up and rest for a couple more minutes, then get back to those nails. You can remove it all and start fresh. This is some of Mom’s polish, it’s cheap and kind of ugly, but it works for training. I’d never wear this out in public or around the house.” Madison added
As Madison returned her attention to her game, her phone vibrated on the desk. She glanced at the screen, chuckling softly before tapping out a quick response.
Cindy watched her daughter, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. The tenderness in Madison’s actions contrasted sharply with the reality of their situation. The love and care in her voice revealed that she did still care about them. They were her Littles now, and she was their guardian.
There was an acknowledgment in Madison’s demeanor, a silent understanding that, while they were her parents, their roles had irrevocably changed. Cindy felt a pang of sorrow at the thought. It was hard to accept, but deep down, she recognized the truth in it. If circumstances were different, she might have come to the same conclusion. She had been an advocate for this very system, championing the cause without fully grasping its implications.
Now, living the reality of a Little, her perspectives had shifted. Her views had softened, the stark lines she once drew now blurred by experience. But she also knew that it didn’t matter anymore. The system she fought for was firmly in place, and her second thoughts wouldn’t alter its course.
What weighed on her most was the impact on Greg. While she was grateful they were together, that she didn’t have to face this alone, the guilt of dragging him into this gnawed at her. She took a few steps out from beneath the desk, the vastness of the room stretching before her. Madison’s towering figure loomed above, a reminder of how small their world had become. She made sure to stay clear of the chair’s wheels, the enormity of everything around them both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
A moment later, Greg joined her side. He followed her gaze upward, observing Madison as she became engrossed in her game. “She’s going to be alright, you know,” he said quietly, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “We raised her to be strong and independent. She has a good heart.”
Cindy nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know,” she replied, her voice tinged with melancholy. “It’s just hard, you know? Losing your humanity. No one can prepare you for what it’s like.” She took a deep breath. “I know we’re Littles. It’s just that if I say it out loud, it feels like I’m making it true, like I’m giving up the fight.”
Greg placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I understand,” he said softly. “But it’s not about losing. It’s about learning a new way to live. ‘Reborn as Littles,’ they say.” He offered a gentle smile. “McKenzie thinks differently. Maybe down the road, Ms. Wessen will, too. But even if she doesn’t, we’re still her parents in our hearts. We still get to see her grow up and be a part of her life.”
He paused, his gaze distant for a moment. “I don’t agree with all the decisions she makes, but she’s still my little girl, and I still love her. I’ll be there for her in any way I can. Right now, this is all we can do.”
Cindy felt a swell of emotion, gratitude mixing with sorrow. “You’re right,” she conceded. “At least we have each other.”
He squeezed her shoulder gently. “Always.”
She straightened, a newfound resolve settling over her. “We should get back,” she suggested, motioning toward the nail polish. “Break’s over.”
Together, they walked back to their workspace. The bottles stood like gleaming towers, the brushes awaiting their efforts. As they resumed their task, there was a quiet determination between them a shared commitment to face whatever came next.
Above them, Madison continued her game, the flicker of the screen casting shifting shadows. The clatter of keystrokes and occasional clicks of the mouse formed a backdrop to their work. Despite the challenges and the profound shifts in their lives, there was a fragile thread of connection that held them together.
“One stroke at a time,” Cindy murmured, dipping the brush into the polish.
“One stroke at a time,” Greg echoed, his focus sharpening.
They worked in tandem, the rhythm of their movements synchronizing. In that moment, beneath the vast expanse of the desk, they found a semblance of purpose—a way to contribute, to connect, to be present in their daughter’s life, even if the roles had changed.
As the hours wore on, the lines between past and present blurred. They were parents and Littles, guides and learners, bound by love and circumstance. And though the path ahead was uncertain, they faced it together, holding onto the hope that understanding and acceptance would light the way forward.
Madison powered down her computer, the screen going dark. She looked down at her toes, inspecting the work. “Not bad,” she remarked, a neutral expression on her face. “Not good either. We’ll continue practicing tomorrow.”
She reached down and gently scooped them up, her touch careful. Returning them to the habitat, she set them inside and closed the lid securely.
“Get some rest,” she instructed. “You’ll need it.”
With that, she turned off the lights, leaving the room bathed in shadows once more. The soft glow of a nightlight cast a dim illumination, just enough to outline the shapes of furniture and the edges of the habitat.
Greg and Cindy settled onto their small bed, exhaustion weighing heavily upon them.
“Do you think we’ll ever find our way back to them?” Greg asked quietly.
Cindy gazed up at the faint glow of the ceiling. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But we have to keep trying.”
He reached over, taking her hand in his. “At least we have each other,” he said softly.
She turned to face him, a gentle smile touching her lips. “Always,” she whispered.
They lay there in the quiet, the steady rhythm of their breathing synchronizing. Outside, the world continued its silent rotation, indifferent to their struggles. But within the confines of the habitat, they found solace in their shared strength, holding onto the hope that tomorrow might bring a better day.
Dammmm
1. I know McKenzie wants keep balance but I’d say seeing Greg down there must hurt
2. I have a feeling Madison will get jealous of the way McKenzie treats Greg and how he reciprocates that and Madison will try the same
3. Cindy sitting in her level above Greg telling him what to do
4. Madison is in turmoil! I know as he wants to do things her moms way but it’s still her parents,
5. The bottled water was a nice thing as I know Madison will find her way back
6. Even McKenzie is scared for them espically Greg as what happens if they loose themselves and turn into Trina robots
7. I know they’ll find their way back to the both of them and find a new normal
Great second season!
I will be taking a break from online for the moment as my mental health is not great but I will be back in the new year! Happy Christmas Asuka and happy Christmas guys
Hope everything is okay! Take care of yourself!
Thanks C M 💪🏻👍🏻
take care of yourself bud, we are a fun community here. If you ever want to talk just hit me up on my weird fan fix lol. I would love to talk. I have to struggle everyday with heath issues from my accident so maybe I can tell you how I deal with stuff and I’m sure our other community buddy’s on here would also. I’ve been on the internet since Microsoft chats, AOL and dial up since I’m a Gen x geek and being online can be positive and negative. I met my soulmate wife on a MSN chat room almost 25 years ago and we are going strong so never give up.=)
Thanks David 👍🏻
1) Well she is aware of how littles are used. So its not like she is shocked that he is on nail duty.
2) Possibly, Madison has already shown favoritism to he father over Cindy. She did say she would provide him special treatment when they are 1 on 1 and treat him the same as cindy when they are round her mother. So far she has followed through with what she said.
3) She wasn’t so much as pulling rank but instructing based on experience as she spent Saturday night doing things so she would have learned a few things.
4) She is of two minds of the situation. She has her own ideas and ways she would do things but her she always deferred to her mom.
5) I wanted to pay off that bit of lore. As I had established how much Ciny especially but Greg as well enjoy bottled water over tap water and Madison even wielded tap water as a weapon early on. So I also wanted to use the bottled water a reward/gift/treat for them to show her lightening of her ideals and mood.
6) Scared is probably a bit much as she has faith in her parents and the person who has enough resolve to create a system such as this would not break so easily. Especially over something that is relatively normal ask of a little.
Enjoy your break. Mental health is important. See you in the new year when you return. Happy holidays. I Hope you and your family have a blessed one. Thanks for all the kind words.
Thanks Asuka 👍🏻
Wow absolutely amazing!!!! I just love every moment Mads is growing and the connection is reciprocating and I love it so much!!!
Great work and merry early Christmas 🎁
Glad you enjoyed it. Madison is growing slowly. The kind of the goal of the season was to establish a baseline for her, and then once established kind of have her show signs of growth. I mean shes still madison but she has capability of being a better madison.
0) An amazing end to the Story, well done, such a good read.
1) “Greg saw a glimpse of the little girl who used to sit at the kitchen table, diligently coloring outside the lines.” of corpse Madison can’t colour properly,
2) “Despite everything, there was still a part of him that hoped for a moment of connection” he wouldn’t wanna lose her.
3) “Brooklyn and Trina will be here in the morning before school,” yuck
4) “If you weren’t my parents, I’d probably put you in one of those remedial Little training courses they offer at Little Mart for Littles who struggle with basic concepts.” didn’t you threaten to do that anyway?
5) “What’s the meaning of this?” she’s but you at her feet with nail polish, figure it out Greg.
6) “Mistress Wessen would never—” “Ms. Wessen would and does,” strong reminder of who each girl is.
7.1) “I’m sorry, Greg. This one is on me.” most of them are on Cindy
7.2) “I never imagined that when I introduced her to makeup, she’d incorporate my Little lessons into it. I should have” Why not, surely she’d know Littles painting nails isn’t that uncommon?
8) “Almost immediately, a droplet of polish splattered onto the floor, missing Madison’s toenail entirely” damn it Greg
9) “The scent of the nail polish was sharp, filling the small space beneath the desk with a pungent aroma but not to harmful levels” I’m glad it’s not to harmful levels, that could make a little really sick.
10) “I’m sorry, Littles, but just because someone comes in doesn’t mean you stop unless there is some kind of danger. You keep working unless you’re told otherwise.” She already explained this to Cindy.
11.1) “It’s clear I gave you too much autonomy before, so you’ll need to earn back the freedom you had.” Wow, she is actually worried she was too nice, and not too long after getting pulled into line.
11.2) “Now, you work and appreciate the learning opportunities in front of you.” THe opportunities that are all exclusivelyt to Madison’s benefit
11.3) “Right now, you couldn’t even remove the polish from McKenzie’s nail.” That’s for McKenzie to decide.
12) “Just making sure my Littles understand their responsibilities.” this feels more like a punishment.
13) “Steady hands, Try to use your whole arm, not just your wrist.” It’s nice to see Cindy encouraging him.
14.1) ““They’ll be ready,” ready for what?
14.2) “Are you sure that’s not to much for them? Espeically dad.” Madison does not have a track record of estimating such things.
15.1) “Do you think she still cares?” the fact he has to question it is a bad sign
15.2) “I believe she does, But she’s struggling, just like we are.” Her struggles are nothing like theirs.
16) “I wish things could go back to how they were.” every little wishes that.
17) “With a resigned sigh, they dipped cloths into the remover, erasing their efforts to begin anew. Anything short of perfection would be deemed unacceptable” Maybe they could waist the entire bottle on their attempts at “perfection”
18) “She recalled glimpses of Madison watching videos of Littles performing intricate nail designs, their diminutive size allowing for detail that larger hands struggled with” that’s Madison’s hope for their future.
19.1) “You two can take five and then start again,” that’s a surprise, I’d never have thought she’d let them do that.
19.2) “Beyond the tactile feedback, she sensed their frustrations, the soft groans, the quiet grunts of effort. They carried a tone of dissatisfaction she was all too familiar with.” I’m surprised she gives a shit about that.
20.1) “I’m hard on you because I know you can do it,” and here I thought it was cause she got her head pulled in.
20.2) “I don’t ask anything of my Littles that I don’t think they can handle. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise” But you aren’t the best at accurately guessing their capabilities.
21.1) “Mom worked so hard to educate people about a Little’s place. She helped bring that education to the school system for everyone, not just the rich.” oh how nice if Cindy.
21.2) “Ava would never have been able to be in training if it weren’t for what Mom believed in and fought for.” So Ava owes Cindy a debt (and all the poor people struggling to get trained technically owe her too.)
22) “In time, you’ll understand. Once you accept that you’re my Littles, you’ll see that all this is for your own good. This is what you need to function and survive in the world. You’re just confused right now.” once they give up and give in their spirits broken and mids submissive, they’ll be grateful for her, Just like Trina.
23) “It’s bottled water,” and she’s giving it to them, she thinks its a treat.
24.1) “I told you that Littles who work hard get rewarded. It’s not what Mom believed, but it’s what I believe” Cindy you cunt, did you expect all the work and serving littles were expected to do was meant to be unrewarded?
24.2) “After thinking about things maybe there is room for my way to be intermixed a bit more with mom’s strategies” she’s already doing it to her convenience.
25) “This is some of Mom’s polish, it’s cheap and kind of ugly, but it works for training. I’d never wear this out in public or around the house” burn on Cindy, lol.
26) “Cindy felt a pang of sorrow at the thought. It was hard to accept, but deep down, she recognized the truth in it. If circumstances were different, she might have come to the same conclusion. She had been an advocate for this very system, championing the cause without fully grasping its implications” it’s good she understands herself enough to know she wouldn’t be better than Madison, especially since she’s the one who taught Madison.
27) “Now, living the reality of a Little, her perspectives had shifted. Her views had softened, the stark lines she once drew now blurred by experience” so many Guardian’s I’d like to see that happen to.
28) “While she was grateful they were together, that she didn’t have to face this alone, the guilt of dragging him into this gnawed at her” that’s a fair reaction, I also feel bad that Greg has been dragged into this.
29) “She’s going to be alright, you know,” Yeah she’s in the best position.
30.1) “It’s just hard, you know? Losing your humanity. No one can prepare you for what it’s like.” It’s worse for you two since y’all didn’t get the early warning of knowing you aren’t immune.
30.2) “I know we’re Littles. It’s just that if I say it out loud, it feels like I’m making it true, like I’m giving up the fight.” It would be hard, but given up the fight is entirely what Madison expects from you.
31) “But it’s not about losing. It’s about learning a new way to live” Greg’s found some copium.
32) “McKenzie thinks differently. Maybe down the road, Ms. Wessen will, too.” She’ll unlikely even approach McKenzie’s beliefs.
33) “I don’t agree with all the decisions she makes, but she’s still my little girl, and I still love her.” He’s a good dad.
34) “In that moment, beneath the vast expanse of the desk, they found a semblance of purpose—a way to contribute, to connect, to be present in their daughter’s life, even if the roles had changed.” I suppose with enough desperation the task would seem like that.
35) “Not bad, not good either. We’ll continue practicing tomorrow.” I wasn’t expecting gratitude, but seriously, Fuck you Madison.
36) “Do you think we’ll ever find our way back to them?” he’s losing hope little by little.
37) Love seeing McKenzie’s hair down, it looks way better like that imho.
0) Thanks hopefully you enjoy the season 2 Interlude as much as the season finale.
1) I didn’t think it would be a surprising revelation to make being the type of person she is that she didn’t color inside the lines. That would be more a McKenzie thing.
2) Correct, Greg was designed in a way where his children mean everything to him. So maintaining that connection would be paramount for him even if he lost everything else.
3) Well the iPad incident still is fresh in her mind. She wants to get that training done asap.
4) It could be her version of that parental threat like don’t make me turn this car around.
5) Greg hasn’t had to experience much of this end of things. So he was thrown off by the idea of what Madison had in mind.
6) Yup, life with McKenize is much easier and laid back then life with Madison.
7) I agree. I feel like almost all of them are on her.
7.2) Well she was aware it just wasn’t anything she did so she didn’t think Madison would. Also the fact Madison didn’t have a little meant that Cindy had to kind fill in the blanks in her mind of what she would do.
8) Atleast he cleaned it up before Madison saw.
9) That part was included just for you as you had broughten up the smell could be harmful so I specifically wanted it known that Madison was thinking about it.
10) They are still new to things so she is cutting them some slack and she is also following McKenzie’s directive on being nicer and considerations since they are her parents.
11) This is the other side of it. She is reigning things in with other aspects. She did not like being scolded by McKenzie. Especially in front of her friends.
12) It’s not really a punishment in her eyes. Its more just something littles do. So she is giving them a task to carry out for littles with the knowledge they need to practice and perfect it.
13) Tha
t initial training session Madison gave her is providing her with experience to coach Greg a bit. I feel like Cindy would be annoyed a bit that Madison’s technique is working.
14) Madison is referring to there training.
14.2) Although one can only gain experience one way.
15) It was more intended as an idle thought than one of serious merit. But I can understand the concern.
15.2) It’s really hard to rate struggles though everyone’s struggles a differently to different levels even for the same events. Kind of like pain in that respect. One persons mild can be the next person excruciating.
16) Even people wish for better times. Madison and McKenzie both wish things could go back. Its not like either of them wanted little parents.
17) Its Cindy polish. Madison isn’t giving them polish she cares about to practice with
18) It is, she is a bit enamored with the idea of it. Cute little designs painted on her nails daily.
19) Madison isn’t cruel. She can show some compassion and McKenzie did tell her to treat them better. She does take direction pretty well when its not coming from Cindy.
19.2) She does care about them. They are her littles after all even if they aren’t the littles she desires. The idea was to illustrate that Madison does care its just may not be shown in the ways people think.
20) Both can be true lol
20.2) I don’t know if that’s fully true. She hasn’t really asked anything that a little couldn’t complete. It’s not like when Sara asked Jordan to scrub the baseboards. All of Madison’s asks have been able to be completed by a little .
21) I feel like that is intended to be condescending on your part. Although it could be construed as a good thing as she made guardian training more attainable.
21.2) Yeah you could put it like that. I wanted to give Cindy some flowers as she has kind of gotten the short end fo the stick. So i thought it was important to give her something that was good that she did.
22) Madisons intent isn’t to break her parents though.Which is why she is purposefully making things easier on them then Cindy would.
23) I mean Cindy surely thinks its a treat. Cindy likes her bottled water. So madison’s treat game for her target audience is on point.
24) In CIndy’s method the reward was pleasing the guardian and the gratitude of a job well done along with verbal thanks was the only reward a little needed in Cindy’s teachings.
24.2) The intent was to show Madison growing a person. She wasn’t really displaying any ulterior motives.
25) Unintended burn on her mother. As Madison was just speaking the truth from her perspective.
26 & 27) Also why its probably so hard for Cindy to accept as she only ever thought of it from Madisons point of view and even now generally thinking more of things from the guardians POV rather then the littles. Granted living as a little has opened her eyes in some ways but Its not like he is reborn as a little activist which kind of proves McKenzie’s overall point.
28) It would be a very different story if Greg had remained full sized and only Cindy had become infected. Madison would probably be able to wield even more power. As greg’s weakness is his daughters so I could see Madison pretending to be considerate and kind in “volunteering” to care for her mother just so she could get more freedoms and privileges. As Madison also would have less of a reason to grow or change as she’d still have a full size parent so her life woudln’t materially change.
29) Well McKenzie is probably in the best position.
30) That would suck the most but most sicknesses are like that. Atleast most bad ones. LIke one doesn’t prepare for cancer normally.
30.2) She more expects your fight to be the causes she wants you to fight for.
“What higher cause do you have to fight for then completing my homework on time, Maybe cleaning my bathroom i guess or doing my nails, or any of the other things I ask of you”
While in Madison’s mind Greg is standing behind Cindy waving a Madison Flag as the Madison national Anthem plays. Which is Queen by Loren Grey.
31) Well Greg is an optimist. Plus in bad situations it is generally better to look on the brightside.
32) If Madison could become half a McKenzie then would be ideal.
33) Unconditional love. Thats what every parent should have for there child IMHO.
34) When you have spent the last few days in a habitat. Doing something outside the habitat would feel good.
35) That was gratitude in teenage speak. She didn’t say it sucked.
36) It was more intended to be just conversational with Cindy then a hope gain or losing moment. There is only so many things they have to talk about.
37) I realized I kept using the same pulled back hair so I tried something different.
I would think Kenz would be more protective of Greg to make sure her dad didn’t fad away from Madison’s Cindy type treatment even though Madison thinks she is being nicer then her. Cindy is a monster. Less is still a monster. Streaming cameras are super cheap and easy to use I’m surprised Kentz doesn’t put one in the clear cage to teach Madison how she is not treating them like she believes they need to be because at the end of the day her mom is a little and Kenz is now queen so her rules now.
I’m glad Cindy and Greg had a somewhat happy and hopeful ending. I’m hoping Madison changes more towards the Kenzie side of things, but that’s far away. She’s still struggling and trying to accept that this is what her mom would want, which i guess in fairness is true if it were another little or just Greg, but it feels like the more she questions it and moves from that default view, the more compassion she has. Even the fact that she’s more or less said she followed her moms lead blindly but really didn’t agree with all her methods and ideas tells me that she could change down the road.
excited for Kayla and Kelli though. I’m sure theres going to be sisterly drama, but I don’t see either of them going the strict life of Guardian and Little. And if they work together, I think they’ll be a formidable duo.
Have a great holiday!
I think Kelli always showed Kayla love and helped others so that should reflect in how she is treated as a little but now Kayla has to step up to the big sister role and take over loving and protecting Kelli and Kelli will have to learn to except her love and protection but still try to give her advise. It will be fun to the see the little sister become the protective big sister which will have to be a big switch in attitude for Kayla because being bullied by others is out of the question now because she is the last line of defense for her and Kelli. I will really love to hear how Kelli thanks Kelli for sticking up for her and protecting her. I will melt my heart. Hopefully it will be a comic that you can write in a more positive light so you will feel better for the season lol.
I wanted to make sure to provide hope and the possibility for a better future. Just like in real life the future is nebulous. But I didn’t want there to be no hope.
Lots of people seem excited for the Kayla/Kelli story. So hopefully I can do it justice.
I still think the outsourcing of her parents to her friends is mean and the the way she has no loving physical interaction with her parents like daily TV time where they cuddle on her and watch something together is being a bad bad parent because that’s what she sees herself as. She is a self absorbed narcist like her mom who needs to be a little like her mom and Greg needs to be healed some how so just mads and Cindy can reflect on their racism. Being a teen is no excuse. I do like the idea of them learning how to pain their girls nails but doing it in a more loving way, not as slaves.
I’m not sure I would consider it outsourcing. Plus depending on culture beliefs of the guardian Greg and Cindy would not be considered their parents just entities with the memories of her parents. But her actual parents would have died from the infection.
So its a layered issue depending on the belief of the person. It is in some ways similar to talking religion or politics with someone where there are different thoughts, and mindsets. So if people don’t align on those then they get into debates of what is right or wrong.
As there would be a contingent of people who would make the same case you are in that its horrible that Madison is not striving to make connections with her parents as littles.
While another contingent would be saying how strong of a person she is for taking in littles who look like her parents and there memories. How strong she is for having to live and wake up each day with the reminders of your parents demise and death.
Another factor to weigh in with Madison’s actions is that she is also limiting physical contact to just when necessary or purposeful because that’s what Cindy taught and believed. CIndy was very much littles are tools or pets for there guardians.
Where you dont necessarily interact with your pet or your tool each day depending on how you feel about that pet or who that that pet is for. Or you may not use that tool if its not reasonable to use it.
So I see your point but being a man of basic repeatable theory’s and a lot of data driven results, saying a little with a perfect look, personality and memories isn’t at least part of the person that was big makes no sense. The old engineering saying of the correct solution is normally the simplest is so true but people like to over complicate things like the little companies and Cindy’s of the world saying every part of the real person died even though there is a version with the same memories, look and personality even though even with AI there is no way to copy a persons memories lol. Now you know why humanity teachers hate stem students lol. I like the way you are layering the story trying to add the basic flaws of the human animal which of course we are lol.