Ridiculously early in the morning, five am to be exact, Patches had slid down a pipe into the cafeteria. For him it was awfully late to go borrowing but this time was very different. The kitchen seemed to have been guarded by rats so he had no way to get in there safely. At the same time however he couldn’t risk not stocking food so the only way to get some was to see if anyone forgot dinner in the canteen.
Patches slid under one of the tables and started searching.
It’s just Russell’s luck that he woke up with a slightly stuffy nose and a tickling in the back of his throat. It seems that the arrival of September has brought on his usual susceptibility to minor coughs and colds.
It’s best to ignore it and get on with things. So he had done his usual of taking a shower and getting himself a coffee.
However, while waiting for the kettle, he finds himself in a slight spot of bother.
“Ah-CHOO!”
He is not a delicate sneezer by any means. It’s loud and echoes off the walls. It also causes his hair to turn a bright shade of blue.
He has no time to react. He sneezes several more times, with each one forcing his body to change in some way.
“Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO!”
First a cat like tail appears from above his backside. Then a pair of dog-like ears sprout from his head. The third change has him turning entirely into a hamster. Then he turns back again with the fourth. The fifth causes a pair of butterfly wings to grow from his back. The sixth turns him into some kind of fox that still thankfully stands and wears clothes like a human. The seventh makes his fur turn a neon green, and the last turns him back into a human, although he still has green hair, one of his arms is that of a lion’s and one of his legs looks like that of a bird.
“Whoa, holy shit, ehehehe…”
This was probably the worst time to be scouring in the vents again. He was on his way through the mercenary dorms to try to find some things he needed to borrow for the upcoming fall season but had halted in his tracks. The giant sneezes coming from below had made him jump and squeak in absolute fright. He took a couple of breaths realizing it was just sneezing but the sound of the voice was strikingly familiar.
Out of curiosity he looked through one of the vent filters and squeeze his head a little through one of the flaps to only freeze and shiver at the sight. Seeing what could only be described as pure unadulterated madness as the scout was taking many strange forms. This spooked him so much that he actually lost grip of the vent and nearly slipped through. However he didn’t fall onto the ground, he managed to grab the edge of the openin. Holding on for dear life, he just hanged there.
The dork was kicking and flailing- not sure if he even should try to catch the scout’s attention.
“R-R-Russell!?!”
Seeing a lion paw reach out to him made him squeal and rise away for a moment in panic. Never he had seen such a condition before in his life. Patches was scared as a man of science and a normal person.
Soon enough he calmed down enough to plop into the hand softly and for him to feel around the paw wondering what the heck happened to poor ol’ Russell.
“Wha-what happened?! Surely I haven’t seen this before!” Patches spoke out in concern.
It’s just Russell’s luck that he woke up with a slightly stuffy nose and a tickling in the back of his throat. It seems that the arrival of September has brought on his usual susceptibility to minor coughs and colds.
It’s best to ignore it and get on with things. So he had done his usual of taking a shower and getting himself a coffee.
However, while waiting for the kettle, he finds himself in a slight spot of bother.
“Ah-CHOO!”
He is not a delicate sneezer by any means. It’s loud and echoes off the walls. It also causes his hair to turn a bright shade of blue.
He has no time to react. He sneezes several more times, with each one forcing his body to change in some way.
“Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO!”
First a cat like tail appears from above his backside. Then a pair of dog-like ears sprout from his head. The third change has him turning entirely into a hamster. Then he turns back again with the fourth. The fifth causes a pair of butterfly wings to grow from his back. The sixth turns him into some kind of fox that still thankfully stands and wears clothes like a human. The seventh makes his fur turn a neon green, and the last turns him back into a human, although he still has green hair, one of his arms is that of a lion’s and one of his legs looks like that of a bird.
“Whoa, holy shit, ehehehe…”
This was probably the worst time to be scouring in the vents again. He was on his way through the mercenary dorms to try to find some things he needed to borrow for the upcoming fall season but had halted in his tracks. The giant sneezes coming from below had made him jump and squeak in absolute fright. He took a couple of breaths realizing it was just sneezing but the sound of the voice was strikingly familiar.
Out of curiosity he looked through one of the vent filters and squeeze his head a little through one of the flaps to only freeze and shiver at the sight. Seeing what could only be described as pure unadulterated madness as the scout was taking many strange forms. This spooked him so much that he actually lost grip of the vent and nearly slipped through. However he didn’t fall onto the ground, he managed to grab the edge of the openin. Holding on for dear life, he just hanged there.
The dork was kicking and flailing- not sure if he even should try to catch the scout’s attention.
“R-R-Russell!?!”
Medics should have high agility and move sporadically to avoid being easy targets–anyone for that matter. It’s the only way to last longer within the battlefield than to keep respawning back where one started. It’s rather a nuisance. Though being that two medics were alone was a bit troublesome unless they liked combat than have someone protect them.
“Ja, ve can. I zhink it’s best if ve reunite vizh our Kamerads. I suggest ve go vest. Do you need a lift?”
His head tilted as he looked back and forth from the medic and the direction he proposed. Though he was worried about being caught or worse- killed by the enemy, they didn’t really have the choice by standing there like statues. The little doctor’s hands gripped a little and sighed- he didn’t want to be held at all by anyone he didn’t know. But it seemed he had no choice.
Patches tapped his fingers together nervously. “Ye-eah. I am not as fast as you so.. Just. Please be gentle.”
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
“The Host appreciates Patches’ help.” He was completely out of his element here, but Patches was the resident expert on being small. If anyone could help him, it would be him. Even though they were both small now and that meant they’d probably want to avoid running into anyone. That could spell trouble.
“The Host apologizes, he had meant to be serving Patches dinner right now, not making him deal with his problems.” This definitely wasn’t how he’d planned on the evening going.
His face dropped upon them apologizing for something they couldn’t control. That is not a very happy sight. Patches had reached out his other hand and patted Host’s shoulder. Smiling megarly. “It’s okay Host, you didn’t mean for this to happen. We…can work with this.” He nervously chuckled, perking up remembering something.
The little doctor let go of him for a moment as he paced back to grab the flowers from before. Fixing them up a bit before coming to him and presented the buttercups to him. Maybe this will help him feel a bit better.
“Oh! I got these for you.”
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
He surely wouldn’t have made Patches climb all those stairs if he’d been big enough to go down and carry him. That really wasn’t a nice thing to make your guest have to do. But at the moment, being a good host (no pun intended) had kind of fallen by the wayside in his mind. There were other concerns now.
He grabbed onto Patches’ arm when he ran over, using him to ground himself. Ever since that nap they’d taken together, the normally touch-adverse man had realized he could actually take comfort in the medic’s touch.
“The Host isn’t sure… He… he doesn’t know what happened.”
This was very strange. Like more than the usual strange. Patches was used to him basically towering over them and the most contact he had was with his soft fingers. Now he was his size! Well- closer anyways as they were still a half inch off from each other but regardless it was a very long time since he was eye to eye with someone. Uh. Eye to cloth in this case.
All of a sudden a hand was on his frail arm. Patches squeaked from surprise but didn’t jerk away. He understood the circumstance and wouldn’t pull away from someone that needed support. The doctor gave generous pats on their hand, trying to be comforting but anxiety leaked through as he didn’t want anyone suffering from smallness like he has. Especially if it was perdement.
“No idea? Ah- we will have to fix this. You don’t want to be this miniscule trust me.” He put a finger on his chin for a moment. “I wonder if there’s anything at the base that might help..” He murmured.
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
Host didn’t know what to do. He gripped at his sleeve, definitely nervous but for different reasons than Patches. “The Host grows back to his normal size,” he tried, but nothing happened. And then, with all the best timing, he sensed that Patches had entered the building. What a dinner date this was shaping up to be.
He faintly heard Patches calling him, but it sounded so very far away. He started rushing in that direction but slowed down when he realized he could end up falling down the stairs. “Patches?” he called.
“O-oh hey! Uhm, give me a moment i’m almost up!”
He was huffing a little- climbing nearly a full flight of stairs wasn’t new to him and had climbed worse, but he still was exhausted from climbing many steps. Patches had also accidentally lost a petal or two from the flowers. Also another fun fact was he couldn’t see the Host’s new form quite yet so it was going to be a huge surprise.
A little hand reached over from the edge, Patches pulled himself up from the edge. Huffing big gulps of air as he pulled himself up- eyes closed at that very second as he pushed a hair back in place. “That was a bit of a trek up wasn’t’….it…..?” He had opened his eyes in the middle of that sentence. Dropping the flowers in his hands in a panic as he quickly made his way worried sick over to Host so he could examine what he was seeing in front of him.
“
Herregud!! Wh-what happened!? Are you okay?”
A recent rp thread inspired me to draw Patches in some nice casual wear.
I’d like to think when Patches is invited over somewhere by a friend he basically dresses like it’s prom and comes bearing a gift. Whether it be a shiny thing or some butter cups- he feels honored to be asked to come over!
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
Was Patches nervous? Hell yes he was.
First of all he didn’t have anything nice to wear- only his regular outfit he had borrowed off of a rag doll ages ago. Plus that ratty lab coat he pieced together himself. but he always wore that so he decided to leave the coat behind and at least tried to make sure he looked clean as possible. He even borrowed a single drop lavender lotion to make him smell good.
When he snuck off the bus that evening he realized he didn’t come to his home barring any gifts. That’s a human thing to do when visiting homes you were actually invited to right? In his peripheral vision he spotted a small patch of buttercups. Guess that could work.
Once walking inside the library without knocking, Patches called out to him. But remembered his voice isn’t probably too loud and he could be in his home upstairs. Patches made the long journey and…oh gosh the stairs.
“H-Hey Host I’m here!” He yelled as loud as he could while trying to climb the steps one at a time.
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