🐜 ((TINY ADVENTURES))

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Luca wasn’t really sure how, why or what had happened, all he knew now was that he was very small, well, smaller than he already was anyway. Only about three inches tall, in the walls of a place that rumbled and quaked with footsteps of… what Luca guessed were giants.

He wandered around this place, trying not to be seen, or crushed for that matter, scooting up against walls and scurrying around like some kind of insect…. until he’d finally found a room he thought was unoccupied and he succumbed to the pressure and began to break down in tears. 

He knew a day like this would come… and now it had.

It took Luca a while to wake up, although thankfully he hadn’t had any nightmares while he was asleep. And, on an even better note, he hadn’t used his powers in his sleep, seeing as when he awoke, Patches and the Moth were also asleep.

He had to assume he’d slept for a while, he felt unusually well. But, he still kind of felt heavy when he lifted his body up and sat up in bed, letting out a big yawn as he rubbed his eyes. The box was still pretty well lit, so it was hard to tell what time it was, Luca did notice the doctor passed out at his desk though. Not knowing what else to do, Luca hopped down from the sponge-bed and lightly nudged the doctor.

“P-patches sir?..” he asked 

“Hhmmph?” Patches groaned a bit when he heard his name being called. His arms that were covering his face as it was revealed his cheek was a bit covered in black lead chalk. He chuckled and reached his arms over tiredly to rustle the boy’s hair a bit. 
“Oh- morning Luca! Sorry I think I might of drifted off last night haha..” 
Patches backed up from the desk and looked at the pocket watch that was snuggled within the matchbox desk. 

It was 12am. 

Patches though didn’t seemed phased about it it got up anyways like it was a normal morning. Papers on his desk were freshly made maps of the base and several routes drawn out with only a single one that had a check mark next to it. 

“Seems like we got up at the right time.”

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