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arc852 · 8 years ago

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A Child’s Curiosity

Okay, so this is a little later than I promised but here it is! As thanks for over 200 followers, here is a brand new au! The GrowingUp!verse! It basically takes place in the same world, so tinies are still pets and all that stuff. But the ages of the youtubers? Well, you’ll see.

(I guess to keep this as non-confusing as possible, this would technically be part of the ReverseGrowingUp!verse)

(Thanks to @hiddendreamer67 for beta reading it!)

Jack kicked a pile of dirt as he walked outside. His hands were shoved in his jacket pocket as he walked through his back woods. He sighed as he turned back around, his house still in sight. He wasn’t allowed to go out too far. As long as he could see the house, he was good. He continued walking, rubbing his eyes.

He just wanted someone to play with. All his siblings were busy doing whatever is was teenagers did. They didn’t have time for him. His parents, too, were busy with adult things, as they said countless times. And living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and being home-schooled meant there were no kids his age to play with either.

All of this was reason for his question to his Ma earlier today. Can I have a tiny? He had seen them advertised on TV and had learned and read about them in multiple history books. He thought they were so cool. They were called the perfect companions, the best pets in the world. He figured if he had a tiny, he wouldn’t be as lonely anymore.

But of course, his Ma had said no. You’re too young Sean. Her voice echoed in his mind. He knew you had to be at least eighteen to own a tiny here in Ireland, that’s why he had come up with a plan for his parents to buy one and just give it to him without anyone knowing. They said no.

After a small argument he had run out of the house to get some air and to get away. He really hated being ten. He was too young to do anything. All he wanted was someone to play with him. He sat down at the base of a tree, picking at the grass below.

***

Mark had woken up earlier that morning with a sinking feeling in his gut. He couldn’t explain it, but it just felt bad. He pushed the layers of tissue off his body and got out of the old bundled up human shirt that he called a bed. He entered the main area of their little dirt hovel and found his mom and brother sitting at their carved out wooden table. His father had carved, built, and found most of the things in their home before he died around a year ago. He had gotten sick. He shook the sad thoughts away.

He sat at the table next to his brother just as his mom gave him a slice of blueberry. His brother got the same and his mom sat down with her own plate. She smiled at him.

“Morning Mark, sleep well?” He nodded as he picked at the fruit. He sighed. His mom picked up on his feeling.

“Something wrong?” Mark bit his lip and glanced at Thomas before his eyes went back to his mother.

“Have you ever gotten this feeling in your gut? And it feels really bad?” He tried explaining how he felt. He didn’t even feel like eating currently. His mom gave a soft frown and she glanced at Thomas. He swallowed his bite before speaking.

“Yeah, we have. It usually means something bad is going to happen.” His older brother said and took another bite. Mark’s eyes widened, but his mom just laughed lightly.

“But it can be wrong sometimes as well. Keep in mind the feeling, but don’t let it ruin your day. More often than not, nothing will happen.” She gave him a kind smile and Mark grinned. She always knew what to say to make him feel better. He began to eat, suddenly with an appetite. The bad feeling was starting to go away anyway. Maybe it had just been a slight stomach ache.

After breakfast, Mark had decided to go outside and explore. It was really the only thing to do, after all. His brother was busy carving out more tools and furniture, just like their dad. And his mom was busy making new clothes for the two of them. He climbed the slight incline and moved the leaf out of the way. The outside was buzzing with life. Birds singing, the wind blowing softly, caring a cool breeze. A bumblebee passed by, buzzing and looking for freshly open flowers. He smiled. With a day like today, he felt even more convinced that his bad feeling had been wrong.

He started on his walk, keeping his eyes open for anything interesting or useful as he did so.

***

Jack kicked his feet up, his limbs landing on the ground with a dull thud. He was bored. Sure, he could go inside and play some of the video games he had or even watch TV, but he didn’t feel like doing any of those things. He wanted to play, with someone. But of course, that wasn’t an option.

He glanced at the ground to his right, noticing movement. At first he thought nothing of it, it was probably just a bug or squirrel or something. He focused more on it anyway, having nothing better to do and caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a tiny human before they hid behind a bush.

His eyes widened and he sat up straight. That had been a tiny, Jack was sure of it. Slowly, he crawled over to the bush, where the tiny thing had hidden itself away. He started rustling through the branches, trying to contain his excitement.

***

Mark barely had any time to think before he found himself diving into a nearby bush. His heartbeat sped up as he watched the human child, who couldn’t be much older than himself. He vaguely recognized him, as one of the occupants of the nearby house they sometimes borrowed from if they needed something that they couldn’t find in the woods.

But why was he just out here, doing nothing. Usually if he played outside he was active enough to create enough sound and shaking in the ground for them to know not to go out. Not this time though, and now Mark was gonna pay for not being careful.

The ground started shaking and Mark had to grab a nearby branch in order to keep him upright. From between the leaves he could see the human crawling closer. Mark’s eyes widened and he was frozen in fear. He watched helplessly as the human’s hand effortlessly moved the branches and leaves out of the way. In no time at all, brown eyes met giant blue ones.

Jack couldn’t stop the giant grin from overtaking his face. It really had been a tiny that he had seen. And one that seemed to be his age! Fate must have been looking after him, because this had been exactly what he wanted. He stuck his hand through the branches and reached for the tiny.

Mark finally snapped out of his frozen state of fear, but by then it was too late. The hand wrapped around his small frame, squeezing his midsection as the hand closed all the way and he found himself flying through the air. The bush zoomed passed him and he found himself in front of the child’s face. He squirmed and struggled with all his might, but the hand only twitched in response. He was completely at this human’s mercy.

Jack stared in awe at the tiny in his hands, taking in his appearance. Brown hair that was just a tad longer than his own and makeshift clothes that were well made, but Jack could tell they weren’t made in a factory. He felt the tiny squirming in his hand and tightened his grip a bit so he wouldn’t drop him. He gave him a friendly smile.

“Hi!” He said excitedly. Mark winced at the loud volume and close proximity, his trapped arms keeping him, from covering his ears. He swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat and didn’t speak. Mostly out of fear. Jack, for his part, didn’t seem to mind too much that he wasn’t talking yet.

“I can’t believe I found ya! I was just asking my ma for a pet tiny of my own!” Jack stood to his full height, leaving Mark’s stomach below. His heart stopped when he heard the word pet. He knew his kind were considered nothing more than mindless pets to most of the world’s population. He had heard horror stories from visiting tinies and his family. But actually hearing it? It sent shivers running down his spine. He didn’t want to become a pet.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed that the human had already made up his mind. Before he knew it, he was being taken far away from his home in the woods. The human’s steps shook his core, but he didn’t dare struggle anymore. The tightened grip around his middle when he did so before kept him from trying again.

Jack just about entered his house, hands and the tiny in plain sight before he stopped. His mom had already told him no, if he suddenly came in with a tiny then his parents might take him away. And then he would be right back where he started. He glanced down at the tiny in his hand and then looked toward his person. He didn’t have any pockets in his current outfit, so he settled for closing his hands completely around the tiny in order to hide him. With that done, he entered his house.

Mark couldn’t stop his trembling as the human’s hand completely covered him. The hand was no longer wrapped around his midsection, but this was somehow worse. He couldn’t see a thing and it was completely disorienting. The only thing he could do was stay still and listen.

Jack tried his best to be silent as he walked past the kitchen. It didn’t exactly work though, as his ma caught sight of him almost right away.

“Sean?” Jack froze in his tracks and slowly moved his hands behind him before turning to his ma with his best smile.

“Hey ma, I was just going up to my room.” His ma hummed and looked him over, for a second he thought she would call him out but he relaxed when she gave him a small smile.

“Look Sean, about earlier. It’s not that I don’t think you can handle it, but it is the law. I’m sure when you’re old enough you’ll be a great owner.” She rubbed the top of his head and Jack smiled, hoping it didn’t come across as nervous. He wanted to bolt up the stairs and to his room right then, but that might make her suspicious. So instead, he asked, “What’s for dinner?”

His ma smiled at him and went back over to the oven and stove. He noticed a pot sitting on top of the stove and he knew something was in the oven, though he couldn’t see past the grainy window. His ma opened the oven to check on the food and the wave of a familiar smell surrounded him.

“We’re having chicken and mashed potatoes. It’s not quite done yet though,” She closed the oven. “I’ll call you when it’s ready.” She gave him a smile and Jack smiled back before taking the cue and bounding up the stairs.

It wasn’t until he entered his room that he uncupped his hands. He stared in awe as the tiny stumbled in his hand. His movements were so small, yet familiar. Unlike anything he had ever seen. He brought his other hand over and poked the tiny’s middle.

Mark was having mixed feelings about being back in the open. On one hand, he was no longer confined by hands on all sides of him. On the other, he was still very much trapped and having the human, Sean, he heard his mother call him, staring at him in wonder was not a great feeling.

He noticed his other hand come toward him and he tried backing away, only to hit a wall of fingers behind him. A finger bigger than himself poked him not to gently in the stomach, knocking some air out of him. He rubbed his stomach, trying to keep his tears from falling. Not from the pain, but by how overwhelmed he was in the moment. If he started crying now, he would look even more vulnerable.

“I’m Sean by the way!” He said enthusiastically. “But you can call me Jack.” It was a nickname he had gained from his family when he was young that just sort of stuck. He looked to the tiny and titled his head in slight confusion.

“Does your kind have names? Do I need to give you one?” Mark’s heart dropped at the thought of this human changing his name. It would only drive home the fact that he was now a pet to this child. Instead of allowing that to happen, he gathered all the courage he had.

“W-we do have names! I’m Mark.” He said, stuttering over some of his words but stating his name clearly. Though, stating he had a name didn’t exactly mean Jack wouldn’t change it.

Jack’s eyes widened when he heard the tiny speak. It was soft and shaky, but Jack could still hear his voice fairly well. Jack replayed the tiny’s words in his head and grinned.

“Mark! I like it!” Jack exclaimed. Mark cowered back at the loudness of Jack’s voice. His words gave him relief that his name wouldn’t be changed, but it also gave the notion that if Jack hadn’t liked his name, it would have been changed. He didn’t say anything else though.

Jack walked over to his bed and knelt down beside it, setting Mark down on the bouncy ground. Not expecting it, Mark lost his balance and fell over. Jack giggled and reached over to help him up. Mark couldn’t stop the fingers from pinching his shirt and setting him upright. Jack hummed.

“I don’t have a terrarium for you or any other tiny thing. I won’t be able to get one either.” Jack admitted. His age would stop him from even going into the tiny shop by himself. Mark, for his part, froze at the mention of a terrarium, knowing it was just another word for cage. He was at least thankful for the lack of that.

“But don’t worry! You’ll always be with me, so you won’t need one!” Mark felt his stomach sink. He then let out a terrified yelp as Jack’s fingers wrapped around him. He was once again brought in front of his face.

“I’ll take good care of you! You’ll see!” Mark brought his head down, knowing there was no escape now. His bad feeling at been right, he should have been more careful.

He was now a pet to a human child.

He had to get out of there.

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