[Background Information: Hey folks! The first chapter of this story was presented as a late night tweet storm that I was suddenly compelled to write. The concept for the project was that the audience would vote for various pathways in the story and I would take a few days to write the followup. In advance of posting "Chapter 2" which adopts a more standard short story format, I figured I would compile the original tweets here to prevent the the story from just picking up there. I'm leaving editing mistakes in as well as the ending link to the twitter poll for those curious how the voting went. Looking forward to continuing this spooky cute halloween adventure. :) ] "Can you go up in the garage and get the decorations down?" Your partner asked. Sitting down playing video games you groaned in annoyance. "Fine" you said with a little more sass than you intended. "Guess I know what you're going to be on Halloween, a big baby" Your partner taunted.

Rolling your eyes you put the console in standby and made your way towards the attic access. As you opened the hatch and brought down the stairs a collection of dust and cobwebs dropped. "Great" you think, "something else I'll have to clean up".

As you climb the steps you stifle a cough, "when was the last time we were up here" you ponder. As you survey the attic you spy some old furniture and a few piles of boxes, and the crib. Years back, a family friend decided to dump off some of their furniture here.

While you didn't want it here, your partner had readily agreed and so now it sat upstairs collecting dust. "Stupid junk", you thought, squeezing past it. As you searched around you found some of the decorations, shifting those boxes closer to the steps.

All that remained was one. It was labelled "old costumes, do not touch" in your partners hand writing. "I don't think I've seen this before" you think. Curiosity got the better of you and you took a peek inside.

A variety of costumes filled the box, from skeletons to princess dresses, policeman and sailor. What caught you off guard was the costume as the bottom. Adult sized mitts, boots, bibs pacifiers and bottles.

"Oh my god" you think imagining your partner robed in the babyish attire. "Guess I know who the real baby is" you think. Looking aroid you notice some oddities.

Every costumes has panels cut from them, seemingly in the diaper region. There's seemingly no diaper to go with the costumes. And they all seem a little too... New.

As you think this over you nearly jump as you here a slam behind you. The stairs! You spun on your heels looking towards the trapdoor only to be surprised as you find you partner standing there.

"What the heck are you thinking scaring me like that" you exclaimed in annoyance. "There's my baby whining away" they say sweetly. "Ha, judging by your taste in costume that should be your title" you say smugly.

"Aww, baby is digging through things they shouldn't, I think a lesson is needed. As you ready your retort they flick their wrist, suddenly the pacifier that was sitting the box begins floating.

It flies around the room, darting through rafters an around the two of you before planting itself in your mouth. You stand there in shock for a moment, did they just do magic!?

"I did honey, and there's more where that came from. Another flick and a ribbon flies around. It laces itself through your pacifier before binding behind your head.

You realize there's no way to remove the obstruction from your mouth! "Much better, babies should listen to their carers after all." They say with a grin. As you struggle with the pacifier your partner crosses the floor.

As they walk, slight swishes of their finger sends the dust and cobwebs away, disappearing into the ether. "Now, I see you found my little costumes. Lately I'm starting to think they suit you better."

They giggle "Here's the thing tho baby, I have so many costumes here and I just don't know what would be best. So we're going to have a special fashion show." They say, flicking their arm up.

You find yourself raised upward, your clothes floating away from you as you are left nude. "A good start" they say as you thrash in the air, fearful of what they have planned for you.

"Uhoh, that's a bad baby. I think we need to get those little hands and feet under control." They say as they wiggle their fingers. The soft mitts and boots are levitated onto you. "Now little one, what should your first costume be?"

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