ratpackmouse:

What kind of office doesn’t have a mini fridge? Mike mumbled to himself, cursing about how he didn’t deserve to be living like a common rat, scrounging for food.

Maybe someone left some half eaten whatever up on one of the tables? Being a mouse, he was easily able to scale the leg of a nearby table, only to end up being face to face with…uh…a tiny human?

“….huh. Didn’t know humans came in toy sized.”

Once his toes touched the desk, he turned around and was suddenly met with something he could probably never get out of his mind. At first he wondered if he was seeing was actually real and is eyes dilated. Patches didn’t answer back right away and suddenly screamed- attempted to run away but he managed to trip on himself and fall flat on his face.

ratpackmouse:

@askborrowermedic

There was nothing more undignified than having to settle for living in a hole in the wall of some kind of weird doctors office. Still, it beat living on the street or in dumpy hotels. At least this place was clean. Food…eh…food was still a problem.

Waiting until the office was empty, Mike headed out in search of something to eat. There had to be a mini fridge somewhere around here…

At the same time there was a metaphorical mouse roaming about from the rafters of the office. He needed some supplies to borrow from the human medic so it was about time to go scavenging. Patches didn’t see anyone from above and assumed the room wasn’t occupied so he hooked a rope and started to slide down to the desk very slowly and cautiously. 

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

guestsinhisworld:

He could feel the wet drops on his fingers, certainly a sad thing to feel. His fingers curled around Patches where they could like a return hug. He also found himself just wanting to hold onto him. It surprised him just how attached he’d become to that strange visitor he’d found in his library.

“Patches isn’t going anywhere. The Host will figure out how to fix this. There must be a way to break Dark’s connection. Patches let him into his mind, he can force him back out.” Somehow. He was sure Dark wasn’t going to give him up easily.

The little man gasped from the gentle embrace, feeling wrapped up by his fingers. Patches looked up at him with a shocked expression but seemed to calm down. Sniffling at this point but no tears were falling. He was comforted by the fact Host literally reached out to him and didn’t seem to budge from the notion that Patches was an unwilling spy. 

“You..you can fix me?”

Hey could anyone that I have a thread with at the moment like this post? I suddenly got caught up with work and I could only reply to a couple of threads. I’m very interested in continuing them and I’m really sorry for not responding for a while!! qoq

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

guestsinhisworld:

As if Host was going to let Patches run off in some attempt to protect him. He wasn’t going to give Dark the satisfaction of driving them apart. Not to mention the last thing he wanted was for the medic to be all alone while being stalked by a monster.

“Patches couldn’t have known. Dark is a manipulator. He tricked him. That’s what he does.” He moved forward again, slowly this time, laying his hand on the desk next to Patches in a silent offer of comfort. “The Host promises that he won’t let Dark hurt Patches.”

The doctor couldn’t help himself when he spotted the hand next to him- it was like a natural reaction to reach over and start hugging his hand as tight as he could. Tears rolled off of his cheeks and splattered on the host’s fingers. Patches snuffled as he tried to speak. 

“I-I’ll end up hurting you though! He’s in my head he could…do horrible things. I couldn’t live with myself if the person who cared about me gets in horrible trouble because of me..” 

Even if he was saying all these things he only clung tighter- not wanting to let go.