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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.

His large, indigo eyes looked up at Patches. He felt like he could trust the Medic, he didn’t look like he wanted to hurt him or anything, and with the miniature quakes that could be felt outside the room, it probably would be better to stick with the expert. Very slowly, Luca stood up as he took the doctor’s hand and nodded. 

“O-okay…” he said, as they begun to walk away.

Now he never had to be responsible for a child’s life- specifically recently. Though they did know how to keep people safe and more importantly alive. Patches then helped him along- crossing the room a bit until they made it to a chair leg. Though before he could ask anything he felt loud thumping through his heels. The little guy tensed up and ushered the child under the desk to hide. Whispering him to lay low for a moment.

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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.

“L-Luca, L-Luca Bishop…” the child said, very weakly.

He was understandably terrified of everything going on around him, despite that though there was something especially peculiarly… sad about this child. It was as if he was missing the life and energy that other civilians had. He looked tired and weary, like an overachieving Sniper. 

Luca felt somewhat comforted by Patches’ presence.

“N-no place for children?…” he asked, a little worried by that statement. 

“Nice to meet you Luca.” 

Patches examined the child with his eyes and doctor expertise. Seeing he wasn’t physically hurt or anything- still noticed that the child was terrified to bits and self reserved. The doctor reached out his hand to them slowly as he kept his voice soft. 

“It is rough out here, but I know a place where you’ll be safe from the big people okay?”

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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.

The boy in question was so wrapped up in his tearshed he didn’t even notice the merc and moth approaching him at first. Then he heard the voice and turned his head to look up at the medic with his large, indigo eyes.

There’s someone else here…. who’s small like me? Luca thought as he looked at Patches, not even really thinking about the question for a few seconds.

Then the child took a shaky inhale and nodded in response, trying to holding back tears now that he knew someone was here.

“I-I’m… I-I.. I think.. I’m okay…” he said.

“B-but… w-who a-are you?… A-and, w-what is this place?…” he said, beginning to curl up and shake out of fear, although he didn’t stop looking at Patches.

Oh this poor child. He could not help but to feel sympathetic to them and had this strange maternal feeling in his gut that they never felt before. Patches looked around to make sure no one was around and kept talking to them. Patches put a hand on his chest. 

“I’m Patches, a doctor and this place is…well it’s no place for children. ” 

Patches got on their knees and set their bag down. 

“Can I ask for your name?”