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.
That needle looked more like a fencing sword to Luca, and he had doubts it would even be wieldy in the first place… well at least for someone of his size, he was even smaller than Patches! As they were gearing up, Luca began to worry, and he shot a quick glance behind the doctor toward the Box’s exit before looking back at Patches, wondering what was out there.
“I-I’m not so good a-at climbing or fighting….” Luca admitted, feeling kind of down on himself, before realising that might disappoint Patches.
“B-But… t-that d-doesn’t mean I won’t try!” he claimed, giving a rare smile.
Patches slung his backpack on him as he filled the needed papers into his hand. Perking himself up as he heard Luca speak up. Turning around he tilted his head. “Oh no no- don’t worry about it too much! I’ll help you defiantly and make sure you are safe and sound.” He smiled- a bit unsure himself but he was willing to do anything to protect this child from harm. He pushed up the lid of the medical case- looking around wondering where Mothra flew off too. He shrugged and lifted it up and reached a hand out to Luca.
“Ready?”
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