Originally posted on 11 April 2018.

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I stretched out and brought a hand to my visor, rubbing it and yawning loudly as I slowly started to wake up. I felt a lot more tired than I usually did upon waking up, and my mind felt a little numb.

"Ugh... What happened last night?" I said out loud, resting my head back down as I tried to remember, wondering if I had done something stupid. My vision of last night was all hazy and blurry. I could remember getting ready to go out somewhere... There were colourful flashing lights of some kind, a deep bassy beat too, it kind of reminded me of a nightclub or something. Yeah, that was it. But I didn't remember getting drunk or anything. Hell, I don't think I had a single drop that night, so that couldn't be why I felt like this.

Rolling my eyes back, I accessed my recording storage. I always had audio and video recordings of the past week or so, I'd be able to review what happened that way...

Except, there weren't any.

[ERROR: FILE NOT FOUND.] flashed up when I attempted to grab the first recording. Same result with the next one. And the one after that. It didn't take long before I figured out that the entire day's records had been erased. Someone had clearly tampered with me, and didn't do a very good job of hiding it either.

I anxiously started to pull myself up in order to assess the situation, very quickly discovering that my usual garb had been stripped away. In its place was something that caused a deep red blush to wash over my visor.

"Th-the hell!?" I exclaimed, looking down and seeing what appeared to be a very oversized diaper secured around my midsection. Its sheer size and bulk had forced my legs far apart from each other, and even the slightest movement caused it to crinkle loudly in response, despite being under a thick layer of black fleece that tightly hugged it. Following the fleece, I could see it wasn't just the diaper that was covered, rather, most of my body barring my head head was covered with a thick onesie. I immediately reached for a zipper that I spotted at the front, but it didn't work. The tab was underneath a strip of fabric held in place by a snap button with a smiling padlock stencilled onto it. Despite me tugging at it as hard as I could with my mittened hands, it wouldn't budge.

My focus quickly changed to trying to remove the mittens so that I could get some more dexterity, in the hopes that I'd be able to slip my fingers under the fabric. But again, I quickly discovered that this wouldn't work, as the mittens were part of the onesie itself, and thus irremovable without taking the entire thing off.

Realizing my inability to remove this ridiculous infantile outfit on my own, I started to look around the room, hoping I could find something to cut myself out of this thing, or a way out, even. The spot I was on was big pile of cushions in the middle of a large playmat, but most of the rest of the room was empty. The walls had bright, colourful pictures of rockets, nondescript planets, and stars all over them, and in the corner of the room was a single camera with a red light. Moving my body around caused the camera to track my movements, so it was safe to say I was being watched right now. There was also a single plain wooden door in one of the corner of the room.

Deciding that I might as well try the door, I started to try to pull myself up to me feet so I could head over. Unfortunately, all the padding between my legs was so thick that I couldn't stand up properly. The best I was able to do was hold myself up for a few moments before falling over onto my padded rear due to how imbalanced I was. It looked like I'd have to crawl.

While I started to shift myself onto my front, I noticed something dangling from a little red ribbon clipped to my onesie. I carefully took hold of it and brought it closer to my head so I could examine it. It looked like a pacifier of some kind? Suddenly, and without any warning, I felt the pacifier pulled out of my hands by some unseen force, which caused it to fly right onto my mouthplate! It must have been magnetized!

I wasted no time in grabbing onto the pacifier and pulling it off... Well, trying to, anyway. For some reason, every time I tried to, any movement I made to try and remove the pacifier was dampened and reduced just enough so that it wouldn't succeed in actually removing it. Was this more tampering? Some kind of hacked software?

I didn't get much chance to think about it. Soon after the pacifier attached itself, I started to feel this strange blissful happiness. Thinking about things was becoming harder, and found myself not really wanting to think about things anway. Soon enough, I was just happily sitting there in the room, quietly enjoying the pacifier's effect, as the door finally opened...

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Well, I had a fun time writing that little story. But who or what kidnapped Harry? Why did they hack him? Why is he dressed like a baby!? All these questions and more may be answered, next time.

Special thanks for Crocophile for doing a detailed proof reading and spotting a few mistakes I made. Aleyck also briefly glanced over it.

Also, holy shit! Fabric folds!

As always, comments are very much appreciated.