(i.e. ‘I ate all he cookies in the house and lied about it with crumbs over my face’)
🐜(lol)
What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).
Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.
Bony and weak? Excuse you Patches, he is lean muscle. Though to be fair, he probably felt pretty weak right now with how ineffective his struggles were. But it’s not his fault he’s half and inch tall right now.
Or maybe it is, who knows.
He was just waiting in suspense to see what Patches was going to come out with next as he stared back at that huge pair of glasses.
He raised an eyebrow at the comment. He probably should’ve seen that coming though considering he tried to keep the medic as a pet that one time.
“Keep me…? I don’t know, I really don’t think I’d make a good pet-”
“No. No you wouldn’t. “
With that implication of Derian being a plaything- Patches started to use one of the fingers that was holding his captive and started to push a little of Derian’s cheek. Even if Patches had tried to keep a dead pan expression his anger from seeing Derian was boiling rage within him.
Since he had no home to go to- he was walking towards a hole in the wall to where all the remaining stuff he had that survived the fire.
“I just think we could… hang out for a while.”
He gave Derian a light squeeze.
🐜(lol)
What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).
Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.
He really didn’t like the way Patches was looking at him. The way he was smiling and the distant look in his eyes like he was getting ideas. Reminded him of himself when he was thinking about all the things he could do to someone.
He started to take a step back but the gloved hand wrapped around him and he squirmed a bit.
“That’s right… I’m no threat to you at all.”
Patches stood back up with Derian in his fingers- a tiny Derian squirming in his fist. He had raised him to eye level, Patches eyes were studying him curiously with a hint of spite.
“You’re so boney and weak too. How could you even survive at this size?”
He miightt of been self projecting a bit.
What kind of ideas did Patches have? Well they might of been petty but the anger boiling up from seeing Derian’s face wasn’t exactly helping him make clear judgement. He didn’t want to hurt them per-say but he defiantly wanted to scare him.
Now what did Patches fear the most? Well-
“I think… I’m going to keep you for a bit.”
🐜(lol)
What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).
Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.
Unfortunately. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud.
“Heh, right. Totally harmless.” He held his hands up and flashed his most innocent smile. He was acutely aware that running into people you’ve tormented while tiny was a dangerous thing so he was going to emphasize the harmless part.
Patches wouldn’t hurt a defenseless tiny person, would he?
Wasn’t this rich- seeing your tormentor being the size of a mouse…well probably a beetle but compared to Patches he looked like he was just barely smaller than Patches’ hand.
This was probably a good opportunity to actually teach this monster a lesson.
The doctor reached out and attempted to grab Derian by the torso with a smile slowly forming on his face.
“You can’t hurt me.”
🐜(lol)
What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).
Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.
This was definitely weird. Not the first time he’d seen Patches look this huge but this time was considerably less pleasant since he was the one who was out of place.
Despite the fact that he was not at all comfortable with his current situation, he was going to try and act casual.
“Ha, yeah. It’s me. Bet you’re surprised to see me like this, huh?”
It wasn’t new to see Derian being small- cringing at the memory of Patches being a big, loud and monstrous being. However Patches wasn’t being publicly chastised. It was Derian just being smaller than him.
The borrower loomed over Derian with one of his hands holding his balance.
“Yeah you’re so… small and.. “
There was a twinkle of realization in his eye.
“Harmless.”
🐜(lol)
What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).
Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.
While on the hunt for some supplies- have to re-stock everything that got burned down you know, he found something… or rather someone interesting. He noticed the extremely tiny man trying to get out of Patches way.
The doctor’s eyes widened up a bunch and gasped- bending down on his knees to try to get a closer look at Derian’s stature.
“D-D-Derian?? Is that you??”
hey
And down comes a butterfly knife onto the table. He wasn’t exactly trying to hurt the medic, just pin him to the table via his clothes.
“OH GOD IT’S YOU AGIAN-”
is patches dead?
Wacky Wednesday
Host answered this question as confidently as the last one, glad Patches gave him the opportunity to do so. “The Host doesn’t know Patches real name. It was never discussed.” He smiled lightly.
Dark scowled inwardly. That was the answer? Really? That would have been so simple to mimic if only he had known. But how was he supposed to guess that Host didn’t know his own boyfriend’s name?
“How does Patches know Dark isn’t getting this information from his mind somehow,” he spoke up.
Patches felt his soul sink into the ground when he heard the being in front of him answer his question perfectly. He started to shiver again as he slowly turned his head around back to the man who he thought was his boyfriend.
The borrower gulped- he had a talent for noticing small things being that he was small in stature himself. Everything was adding up. Patches shook his head.
“Th-then why didn’t you answer me when I asked? Ho-host has always been straight forward and honest with me!”
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