He folded his arms on the edge of the sink, leaning forward. “Don’t be so melodramatic. I’m not such a bad guy once you get to know me~” As if anyone would believe that.
“…..I do know you.”
His eyes were glued onto Derian when they leaned above them. Quivering still in fear but it seemed Patches was in some sort of trance. Like he wasn’t exactly there in the head.
“You’re not the first.”
“Ehehe, I can’t say I blame you. To you, Misty and I are massive,” he said, “If I were that size, I would be a bit worried.”
“I remember I got shrunk by this weird magic person, we call them magic anons. They can do all sorts of stuff,” he said, “One of them shrunk me to your size, and one of my friends pretended he was going to eat me. Even held me above his open mouth.”
“All right, I’ll put you in,” he moved it so he could open it up and carefully brought his hand so the medic could get inside, “I won’t zip it up all the way. You’ll be able to have some light, and some air of course.”
As promised, there wasn’t all that much inside. Just a wallet, a paperback book, a notebook with a pen attached to it, and a few first aid items.
His face went pale from the mention of almost being eaten alive. He never liked thinking about it and always gave a chill up his spine. Though he pushed that thought out of the way when the bag was being zipped open.
His head looked over the edge of the and to see what was inside. They did appericate the honesty when the scout said there was nothing in there because. Well. There’s barely anything inside.
Patches slid off of the hand easily and landed in the bag on his feet with his moth following suit. He did start holding on to the notebook for support.
“Uh…thanks again for the help…mister?”
His frown deepened. He disagreed with Patches’ logic. “You are a sentient being with intelligent thoughts and feelings, able to comprehend your surroundings and make your own decisions. Physical differences don’t matter.” He actually dropped third person to make that rather firm statement.
Did he just?… That change in point of view did throw off but he did take a moment to think about what he said. The little doctor sighed as he pulled off his glasses from his head as his hands trembled with the things he had to use to see. He didn’t want the tears to keep fogging up his glasses as they dropped like jello down his face.
“Why…why are you telling this borrower that when he can’t change anything?”
“Well. Hey. Look who it is.”
The brutal jammed a knife down onto the table, barely missing the medic in the process. “So outta curiosity. What would happen if someone were ta step on yeh. Hypothetically speakin’ of course.”
Oh god not this guy again.
“AAAH!” He yelped when the knife seemed to slam down to the ground next to him. It made him fall over onto his butt. Patches rubbed his back with an angered look on his face.”Wha- WHAT WOULD YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?”
He shook his head, a smile on his face. “Nope.” At the very least, at least wanting to keep him around was better than wanting to kill him or otherwise playing with him until he broke. Willingly letting him go was probably never a thing that was gonna happen.
Oh- he was already broken into pieces. Patches didn’t stop shivering when he set down- knees to his chest as he waited for him to mock him some more or throw them into another jar. Trying his best not to bawl his eyes out front of them. “Lock me away then. It-it’s not like I see much sunlight anyways.”
Russell couldn’t help but smile a little at that display. It was almost like watching himself with Misty.
“It’s good you got her, and that she loves you,” Russell said, before he reached up with his free hand to pet Misty’s head, “Ehehe, yeah, she is. Loves just about everything and everyone she meets.”
“I hope she didn’t scare you too much,” he added then, knowing that the size difference could have been quite intimidating at first, before he then nodded, “Well, it’s not you were out to do anything all that bad.”
“I could even sit you in my messenger bag if you wanted,” he suggested, “It’s quite sturdy in there, and I haven’t got much in it right now. There would be lots of room for you and your moth, ehehe…”
“Well..I’ll be honest and say you did scare the living heck out of me.” Patches looked away awkwardly for a moment as his moth settled on his shoulder again. It made him actually blush a bit from the embarrassment from the way he acted. Though he tried to keep moving the conversation forward.
“I don’t think your bag wouldn’t be a bad place to hide!” He smiled nervously with hands behind his back.
Although the world outside was loud, somehow, Luca was able to hear his name being called out and he looked all around him in terror, before eventually coming across the minuscule medic, just barely seeing the shape of him.
“Patches?? I-is that you?…..” he asked, crawling toward the little doctor, but not too uncomfortably close.
“I-It’s so loud out there I-” Luca said, trying to make his voice audible over the distant gunfire before the wall gave an intense rattle and the rumble of an explosion was audible, alarmingly close, actually, causing dust to spatter from the ceiling.
“What’s going on out there?….. W-where are we??” he asked, head and eyes darting around, his entire body shaking from fear.
Bare the pun but- Luca seemed to have certainly grown the last time he’d seen them. When the child started to crawl up to them he instinctively backed up a little bit. He knew the child wouldn’t try to hurt him or anything it was just so overwhelming seeing him like this. “Y-yeah it’s me.. but- how are back here!? Goodness, child this is a war zone!”
Probably it was his inner maternal instincts at bay but he actually walked up close to them. Enough to start checking for wounds on his hands. “Gosh we need to get you out of here!”
He didn’t seem convinced. He sat there in silence for a minute, considering the concerning situation that had been vaguely described to him. This time, he didn’t let the subject drop as easily.
“Human beings weren’t meant to be used as tools.” There was more experience than Patches could realize behind his statement.
“Well that’s the problem..” Patches put his fingers together nervously. He never liked facing his problems and perfected running away from them. But it seems the host had him verbally hostage. His little body shook as he stepped further away from them as he was starting to tear up. “I’m not a human being. They’re not small and have a weird body to head ratio. When ever someone finds me they end up using me as a tool so I guess that’s what I am now..”
(( This is why I am not allowed to send magic anons anymore))
EVERYTHING IS IN CHAOS AND IT IS YOUR FAULT
Best life decision I have ever made.
(( This is why I am not allowed to send magic anons anymore))
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