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.
Luca had to admit, seeing his face suddenly covered in the ashy lead was a little funny. He was curious as to what Patches had been doing while he was asleep and looked over at the pictures he had drawn, although to him it looked just like a bunch of shapes and lines with an occasional label.
Luca was used to being up at 12 am, but never with other people, and to him, it was still night.
“T-the right time?” he asked curiously.
“W-what makes you say that?” he asked, before it occurred to him.
“O-oh! D-do you have an idea?” he asked with uncharacteristic hope in his voice.
“To wake up.” Patches grinned as he got up as he whipped his hair out of his face. Noticing the black on his hand. Patches grimaced as he whipped his face with a ripped cloth as he moved over to his equipment. Picking out supplies and such.
“Humans tend to sleep during the night so it’s the perfect time to borrow things that we need!”
He pulled out a small sack from his backpack and took a needle with a thread and was liked back to Luca- kneeling down while handing him the sack with a small smile.
“You can help me on this run for a few things. Though if you prefer it you can stay here with Mothra. It shouldn’t take too long to find wha we need.”