#fun&fun

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[erinscoolart]

when i started on my pokemon bullshit i decided i was gonna draw toxtricity bc its one of my favourites, love that funky lil guy, and then i remembered its design and how its proportions are whack and i was like lol nvm fuck that ill do something easier

and then i ran into a mild motivation block and went "hey! send me some pokemon and i'll draw them!" and @ghoulghostly told me to draw toxtricity >:/ so fine >:/ here's him i suppose >:/

[alexotls]

my jojo cosplays from fanime this weekend! it was so much fun meeting everyone!!

[anghraine]

It's not news or anything but I love this Elizabeth/Darcy exchange so much:

“Implacable resentment is a shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. I really cannot laugh at it. You are safe from me.” “There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.” “And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied, with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.” “Do let us have a little music,” cried Miss Bingley, tired of a conversation in which she had no share.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 72

 Crane is getting desperate. No matter how much he tries to offset it with human food, his stomach continues to feel like a ravenous void. His hands are shaking, vision just as shaky as he tries to continue the delicate process of creating his toxin, even though he knew it wasn’t going to work. 

 The last seven batches hadn’t had an effect, even as he made them stronger and stronger. He’s getting desperate, feeling more like a starved animal than a man of science. 

 His throat is dry and scratchy despite him just drinking water, and his fangs easily cause his lips to bleed as he bites at them nervously. He taps his claws impatiently at the table, nausea sweeping over his head for a moment before his vision righted itself while waiting for the fear toxin to finish. 

 It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work. It’s strong enough to nearly kill anyone else but it does nothing and he’s going to starve. He was in that damn asylum for too long, and he’s going to die and he doesn’t want to- 

 He’s long since stopped being able to feel fear but at that moment he could almost swear he still could.

[pipartuuli]

love your art! as for requests, is white on white skwisgaar okay? if not, it’s cool and keep rocking on 🤟

guitarists defeated = 666

(THANK YOU @basu-shokikita for the fun request! I love his tall glass of milk lookin ass!! requests are always open for the fandoms in my pinned btw!)

[starrysharks]

wip marina.......

[mugentakeda]

adding onto my dai list lu ten au thing where hes the only agent allowed in and out of ba sing se cus hes more of a lone wolf agent that does more assassin and spy type stuff for long feng personally rather than a secret police officer like the rest of the dai li. imagine he hears rumors about zukos burning and banishment in passing and just. Pauses. and feels a really sickening tug and harrowing deja vu for a while. not really sure why. like walking in a room and forgetting what you were doing and being deeply bothered about it all day. or getting acid reflux over something you don’t remember eating. or waking up from a bad dream you don’t remember anything about

[techtow]

Beautiful and proud dog 💕🐾

[venusjailer]

AP gang as lyrics (part 1, maybe?)

My Secret Life, Leonard Cohen (2001)

Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day (2004)

Head Over Heels, Tears for Fears (1985)

Getting Older, Billie Eilish (2021)

Smalltown Boy, Bronski Beat (1984)

Nineteen, Movements (2016)

Shiver, Coldplay (2000)

Secret in Me, Ivory Tower (2000)

You’re On Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift (2022)

Brand New City, Mitski (2012)

Fingertips, Lana Del Rey (2023)

Pawn Shop Blues, Lana Del Rey (2006)

[blametheeditor]

When In Rome

Prequel

What's better than borrowers? Having a shrunken human to show the ropes.

Content warnings: Cursing. Trapping someone against their will.

Is this incredibly self indulgent? Yes, yes it is.

_______________________________________

Eggs wasn’t even doing anything. All he was doing was lying on the floor in the office, waiting for their resident borrowers to appear from the walls. You know, the standard beginning to a Saturday night technically really early Sunday morning. 

And then poof, the desk suddenly towered over him like a building, the ceiling so high above his head it seemed like there should be clouds moving over it, and the security door was big enough to let someone the size of a skyscraper casually stroll through. 

The mechanic stays frozen for a good moment, still lying on his stomach, staring at the small mouse hole that’s sitting in front of him. The same one that’s supposed to be no bigger than his palm and hard to spot when he’s standing up. That one that he now has to look up at as it stands as tall as a grand doorway. 

Oh he is definitely going inside there to explore.

And only to explore, thank you. There’s no blinding terror slowly crawling through his veins at the thought of someone walking into the office while he’s lying on the ground only a few inches tall, no sir not at all! What do you take him for, someone who can’t handle suddenly getting shrunken down to the size of a borrower? Psh, as if. 

That being said, Eggs doesn’t waste any time gawking at his new surroundings, quickly standing up before darting over toward the mouse hole. Because if there was anything Fritz and Caleb made clear, it’s the fact just how dangerous it is standing on the floor where humans who are unaware of certain tiny Eggs Benedict won’t be watching where they step. 

And now he’s imagining a giant shoe crushing him… 

Focus, he needs to focus. And besides, the only people inside the restaurant right now are certified trusted borrower handlers. Everyone should be watching where they step. He’ll be fine. 

Or, at least he’s 85% sure he’ll be fine. Because the moment he looks inside the mouse hole, the one he’s watched Fritz and Caleb use to enter and exit the walls, he is greeted with nothing but pure darkness. And the two borrowers are not known to carry around miniature flashlights and headlamps. 

Eggs looks back at the office. Decides he will not be greeting a giant no matter what certifications they possess, because if the wheeling chair towers over him that much, then he can imagine just how big everyone is now in comparison. Like hell he’s letting Mike get his hands on a shrunken Eggs, literally. 

With that, he takes three steps into the walls before stopping, blinking rapidly in the hopes his eyes will adjust. After a minute of staring into the void, he doesn’t see anything even begin to take shape. No wooden beams, or wall insulation, or even his hand currently sitting two inches in front of his face. 

Which is lame. He’s wanted to know what it’s like traveling through the walls ever since he met their resident borrowers! How can he do that if he can’t see! 

Welp, time for plan B. 

“Fritz!” Eggs yells into the darkness, cupping his hands around his mouth for maximum volume. “Caleb! I summon you!” 

Silence. And he thought they were friends. 

“Fritz! Ca-!” 

The youngest borrower’s name becomes a shriek when a hand suddenly taps his shoulder. He’s not proud to admit it, but he jumps as high as Jeremy does before whirling around. Sighs in relief when the sliver of light shining through the mouse hole hits Fritz’s face. 

“Eggs?” the teenager breathes. 

Said mechanic straightens his shirt before clearing his throat. “I forgot you’re tiny ninjas.” 

Fritz stares at him. What, does he have something on his face? “You’re our size.” 

Right! The whole suddenly tiny thing. “That I am! Cool, right?” 

“How?” Fritz murmurs, more concerned than enthusiastic. 

“Humans aren’t supposed to shrink, are they?” Caleb softly pipes up, the kid stepping into the light so he isn’t a disembodied voice that could’ve been a tiny Funtime Freddy who was put inside the walls strictly to mess with him. 

“No, humans aren’t supposed to,” Eggs grins. “I was just waiting for you guys and then poof, tiny town!” 

“Poof?” Fritz repeats. 

“Poof,” the mechanic confirms as he accentuates the word with jazz hands. 

The two borrowers share a look before looking back at him to openly stare. Then Eggs finds himself staring back because holy shit he can actually see them now. 

Not that he couldn’t before! Like he knows Fritz has red hair and he’s the taller one, and Caleb has brown hair and he’s the shorter one, but he never realized the older of the two has freckles, or that the bear the younger constantly carries around is supposed to be a gold color. The most he notices when he holds them in his hands are how dusty they are. 

He also notices the overwhelming need to squeeze and shake them as cuteness aggression threatens to take control. But it hasn’t happened yet. 

“So,” Eggs smiles as he claps his hands together, wincing when it echos and makes both borrowers jump. “Since I am now borrower size, can I finally take you up on that offer for a house tour?” 

Caleb immediately brightens at the question while Fritz only looks more concerned. “We can finally show you our bags!” 

“And your hook,” Eggs agrees with the youngest. “Don’t forget about your promise on showing me how you climb up counters.” 

“And yours on teaching us on how thimbles are supposed to be used,” Caleb grins. 

“Guys,” Fritz quietly interrupts. “I think we should let everyone else know before we do anything else.” 

Eggs’ want to avoid encountering giants at all costs is crushed when even Caleb straightens up at the suggestion. “We should let them know.” 

“I mean should we?” Eggs asks. “I’m with you guys! We don’t need them when they can’t join the house tour.” 

“But we don’t know how you shrunk,” Fritz murmurs, and suddenly Eggs is being hit with the full potency of the teenager’s puppy eyes. If they were hard to fight against before, now it’s impossible to. Scott and David are lucky they’re too small to be seen properly. “And we don’t know when you’ll grow back or if you will.” 

“It’s also really dangerous when humans don’t know there’s a borrower around,” Caleb pipes up. 

Good points, good points. However, the minute they tell giants capable of crushing him with their shoe, he guaranteed won’t be allowed out of their sight. They’ll also want to pick him up before either trapping him inside a pocket so he can’t get into trouble, or thoroughly inspecting him because he managed to accomplish the impossible. 

Look, he trusts his coworkers as much as the next guy, and all of them a certified borrower handlers who know how to properly hold someone smaller than their finger without breaking something. But you can not tell him that Mike won’t immediately demand to check him over for injuries, or that James won’t do doctor things, or that Jeremy won’t ask to hold him and then Eggs can’t say no. 

And technically he can’t say no to any of them. Not when it would literally be impossible to make them listen to him. 

Suddenly, Caleb grabs his hand before gently tugging on it to earn Eggs’ attention. “We’ll tell them you’re small, and then we’ll give you a house tour.” 

The mechanic takes a deep breath, flashing a grin. “Well then what are we waiting for!” 

With the proclamation he is more or less ready to face someone a hundred times his size, Caleb turns away from the mouse hole and proceeds to lead Eggs into the suffocating darkness in which he’s confident he will never see light ever again. 

He gives walking through a walls a solid 5/10. Great for delaying the inevitable meeting of a giant, but way too dark to truly enjoy the sights it has to offer. 

“Holy shit it’s dark in here,” Eggs comments, his grip on Caleb’s hand tightening out of fear he’ll lose his guide. His free hand blinding searches for a wall to at least give him a sense of where he is. “How do you guys not constantly run into things?” 

Instead of finding a wooden beam, Eggs’ hand gets grabbed. And that earns a shrill shriek as whatever the hell it was quickly recoils away. 

“Sorry!” Fritz’s hushed voice frantically apologizes, allowing Eggs’ heart to settle at the realization it was the teenager and not some random entity that’s come to steal his soul. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” 

“It’s fine,” the mechanic wheezes, hand on his heart trying it’s hardest to burst through his chest. When he finally manages to get his breathing under control, he then waves his hand out to try and locate Fritz. This time he only jumps when it’s grabbed again. “I was not expecting that.” 

There’s a moment of silence as a breeze ruffles his hair. "You can’t see that?” 

“What, see what?” Eggs asks. “Describe it to me.” 

“I was waving my hand in front of your face,” and hey, even though it’s dark, he can still sense the smirk on Fritz’s face! 

“Uh, no. It is pitch black in here, I can’t see anything.” 

“Really?” Caleb’s disembodied voice asks, confirming the other hand Eggs holds is still the youngest borrower. Or is it... “Humans can’t see in the dark?” 

“Borrowers can?” Eggs fires back. 

“Yes,” the two say in unison, both sounding amused as all hell about this discovery. 

The only person who apparently can’t see in the dark huffs. “Well no need to brag about it.” 

“No bragging,” Fritz replies as Caleb tugs on Egg’s hand to continue their journey through the walls, this time with all three of them linked together. Honestly he feels a lot better knowing where both borrowers are, especially with the only footsteps he can hear being his own. “Just stating the facts.” 

“How do humans walk in the dark?” Caleb asks, effectively distracting Eggs from the clearly superior tone coming from Fritz. He is definitely going to make sure the borrower doesn’t turn into a mini David, but for now he turns his attention in the vague direction of Caleb. 

“Lots of lights. Like street lamps for outside, and hallway lights for inside, and flashlights so we can carry light with us if those aren’t working.” 

Fritz responds by shivering. “I’m glad the lights here aren’t super bright.” 

“And that they all turn off at night,” Caleb agrees. 

Eggs stares into the darkness as it dawns on him why they hate light. Remembers all the times they’ve just appeared from the shadows after realizing it was one of the few humans they trusted who walked into the kitchen or office. Might have completely forgotten about the fact they have to hide from everyone else, so used to the two happily waving up at them to say hi. 

Honestly, he can’t say he blames them, not when people like David exist. And thank fuck the business man had more important things to do tonight then mingle with the commoners. 

Oh shit! “So you guys don’t use any light?” 

“Not inside the walls, but we do keep a fire going at home,” Fritz says instead of crushing Eggs’ dreams of actually getting to see the borrower’s house. He’d still take the tour even if it was in complete darkness and he’s only told about what’s in front of him, but this makes it way better. 

Suddenly they’re stopping. And then the ground starts to tremble. 

“What the fuck is that?” Eggs demands, his head whipping around in the attempt to find anything that could be making the ground shake. It’s not continuous, either. No, it starts and stops rhythmically. Almost like- 

Holy shit those are footsteps. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s James,” Fritz says. 

“I think so too,” Caleb agrees before gently tugging on Eggs’ hand for attention. “Would it be okay if we told James first?” 

James. Partner in crimes James. Doctor James. Giant James. 

Between all of his coworkers, James might actually be the best option. Because Mike will guarantee pick him up to make sure he didn’t manage to break any bones, and Jeremy will be impossible to say no to no matter what is asked. Scott would be a death sentence. Which leaves James as the winner by default, and Eggs either getting thoroughly inspected or immediately being pocketed. 

...on second thought maybe he would prefer Mike. 

“Sure,” Eggs forcibly smiles. He is doing a terrible job of hiding his nerves if both Caleb and Fritz squeezing his hands in reassurance gives any indication. “Just, uh, question. How do you know it’s not, say, Mike?” 

“Mike’s footsteps are a lot slower.” 

“Though it might be Scott, sometimes it’s hard to tell him and James apart.” 

Eggs’ eyes grow wide. “What are my footsteps like?” 

“Very bouncy,” Fritz says, and he can hear a smile in the teenager’s voice. “We can always tell when you’re walking down the hall.” 

“Hey!” 

“It’s a good thing,” Caleb giggles, distracting him as Fritz lets go of his hand. “It means we don’t hesitate to always find the nearest exit to say hi.” 

And doesn’t that just make him all warm and fuzzy inside. Especially with how genuinely scary it was to feel the ground shake like there’s an earthquake. 

Eggs’ want to pull Caleb into a hug is hindered as something is suddenly shoved into his free hand before he’s essentially slapped as his eyes are hurriedly covered. Too chaotic for even him to keep track of, Eggs decides to hold what feels like a fabric something close as he shuts his eyes to avoid them getting poked out by a finger. Flinches when light not blocked by what he assumes to be Caleb’s hand hits his eyelids. 

“Dude, nice save,” Eggs praises, genuinely appreciative of Caleb’s quick thinking. He’ll take getting slapped around over getting flash banged any day. He does not want to know how long it would’ve taken for his eyes to recover if he got hit with a face full of light after being in complete darkness for several minutes. “I owe you one.” 

“Owe me one what?” Caleb asks as he carefully takes his hand away. Even though Eggs’ eyes are closed, he can’t help flinching from just how bright is it. Imagine if they just trapped customers in pure darkness for a good five minutes before they come into the restaurant, then no one will ever complain how dim it is. 

“Anything you want,” Eggs grins. Takes a moment to gather his courage before gently, gently opening his eyes, blinking rapidly against the burning sensation of his retinas catching on fire. But hey, he can at last make out a dark blob he assumes to be Fritz looking out of the walls! “You’ve got a life debt over me. Those are sacred and you use them as leverage over whoever owes you.” 

Now that Eggs can see, he realizes a few things, that being Fritz is apparently holding a piece of plaster aside so he look out into the hallways, and that the thing he was handed was none other than Fredbear as its soulless eyes stare directly into his soul. And Eggs’ eyes are watering from the pain, not from Caleb trusting him with his single most valuable thing in his possession all in the name of ensuring the human under their care didn’t go blind after being a borrower for less than thirty minutes. 

He’s quick to hand the plush bear back over, Caleb beaming as he accepts it. “Now you’ve got two life debts for letting me use him for emotional support.” 

The kid giggles softly before abruptly cutting himself off as a deep thump echoes through the hallway, and now Eggs wants nothing more than for Fritz to seal them away in darkness again. 

Instead, the teenager slips out of the walls through the crack, turning to hold the plaster away as he gestures for them to follow. “It’s James, he’ll start walking this way any minute.” 

There’s no stopping a bit of terror creeping through him. But this is James. Someone who always watches where he steps whenever he’s at this restaurant. Someone Fritz and Caleb trust wholeheartedly despite the man being a doctor. He’ll be fine, he’ll be fine! 

Taking a deep breath, Eggs steps toward the crack. Gives Caleb a smile as he lets the kid’s hand go so he can carefully shuffle his way out of the walls. Groans when the light attempts to blind him all over again once he’s completely out of the darkness. 

The moment he can open his eyes again is the moment his lungs stop working. Because even though the office had loomed over him, it did nothing to prepare him for the hallway. The same one he walked through thirty minutes ago just like James had, and now it stretches for miles. The opening to the main room looks blurry from this distance like it’s a mountain rather than a simple doorway. 

Eggs then looks down to find the checker floor pattern starring back at him. Except this time he stands with both feet on a single black tile instead of having to balance on one foot so his shoe doesn’t touch any of the other squares. 

Fuck he’s tiny. 

Movement to his right catches his eye, making him focus on the office- 

“Are you fucking with me!” Eggs blurts out, unable to help himself. Unable to decide if he should be angry, or in awe. “The office is right there! Weren’t we walking for a solid five minutes!” 

He whirls on Fritz and Caleb wearing sheepish yet thoroughly amused looks, neither of them surprised that the doorway into the office is literally twenty feet away. “Welcome to being borrower size.” 

“How do you guys get anywhere!” the mechanic exclaims. “You always just appear, and yet-!” 

Eggs’ rant is cut off as the ground jumps, then jumps again. He turns back to the office, backing away slowly as a shadow moves, getting bigger until a tennis shoe steps into the hallway. The very same that Scott constantly bitches about because it’s not proper dress code and that he’s tapped with his own converse to try to annoy James. 

It’s now the size of a bus. And it causes the floor to shake. And then another matching one suddenly joins it as they carry something big into the hallway. 

Eggs looks up, up, up as he tries to find James’ face. The only issue is that the man doesn’t stop walking, those catastrophic shoes stepping toward them as he exits the office. So as Eggs is forced to lean back to try and see the giant in his entirety, the ground seems to explode, leaving him falling onto his back with a suppressed scream from losing his balance. 

At least lying down he can finally see James properly. Watches as brown eyes miles above him glance toward the wall. Stares as a smile spreads across the towering being’s face as the shoes stop instead of continuing on. 

“Hey guys,” the man rumbles like a fucking storm cloud. “Decided you didn’t want to join Eggs-?” 

Eggs sees the moment James realizes there’s something wrong with what he’s looking at, admittedly fascinated as the monumental expression slowly shifts into one of confusion before bursting into one of recognition and alarm. 

Before he can say, do, or think anything, James is kneeling down way too quickly for someone of his size to be. A giant should be slow and need a minute to do something as simple as turning. But this one makes Eggs’ clothes rustle strictly from the speed of its movements. It also makes everything shake again as a knee hits the ground. 

“Eggs?” sounds like a god is about to smite him. And then a hand is reaching out to grab him. 

Fight or flight instincts finally kick in, and Eggs scrambles to his feet with the sole intention to run, only to find himself stopped by a hand on his arm. 

At first he is genuinely confused until he looks up to see Caleb watching him worriedly, having completely forgotten about the borrower. Both borrowers, Fritz skidding to a stop in front of them with both hands held out. 

“James wait!” 

Rather than grabbing the teenager instead, the hand big enough to grab all of them straight up stops before sheepishly pulling away to reveal James looking properly chastened. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to grab. I was just...” 

James wears a defeated look as he fails to find the right word, opting to simply sit and wait for what they have to say. And that single handedly makes all of Eggs previous terror wash away at the realization that despite being a literal giant, it’s the ones smaller than a finger with all of the power. 

He’s still not letting anyone pick him up, though! 

“Surprised, bewildered, letting your inner kaiju come out?” Eggs suggests. 

It’s weird seeing James’ fascination and worry attempting to battle each other on a billboard sized face. “Sometimes the Godzilla in me just can’t be contained.” 

A tugging on his sleeve has Eggs looking down at Caleb’s questioning look. “What’s a kaiju?” 

“And a Godzilla?” Fritz joins in as he glances between everyone. 

James and Eggs share a look. “How have we not shown them any movies?” 

“Think Scott would give us permission to bring a DVD player in?” 

“We don’t need permission,” Eggs waves before grinning down at Caleb. “We’ll show you what a kaiju is next week, deal?” 

The kid nods. “Deal.” 

James clears his throat, the giant earning all of their attention. “As for this week, how did you manage to break every law in biology and physics?” 

“Hey, they broke every scientific law way before me, so why can’t I join them?” Eggs demands. 

James stares at him. “You have no idea how you shrunk.” 

The mechanic shakes his head. “Nope! Waiting for Fritz and Caleb one minute, and then poof, tiny town.” 

The borrowers look up at James for an explanation. Because how they understand it, doctors know everything when it comes to the human body, which means out of everyone it should be James who can tell them what ‘poof’ means. 

This day, however, they’ve managed to stump the doctor as he openly gawks at Eggs. And then the hand is back, except this time it’s a closed fist with a single pointing finger. 

Because it’s clearly not going to grab him, and it’s moving slow enough he could easily run away from it, Fritz doesn’t command the giant to stop and neither does Eggs, admittedly curious about what James is planning. 

Honestly, he should’ve known what was going to happen, but his own fascination over the fact it’s a giant hand left him blindsided as he’s gently poked. Well, it felt gentle, but there was enough force to make Eggs stumble back. “Hey!” 

“This is real,” James confirms. “You somehow managed to shrink yourself.” 

“And I’ll do it again!” Eggs proclaims before turning back toward where he’s pretty sure the entrance back into the walls is. “But now that we have that out of the way, Fritz, Caleb, and I have a house tour to get to, so see you later!” 

“Not so fast,” the giant murmurs, the single poking finger suddenly turning into two as they pinch the back of his shirt, effectively stopping Eggs in his tracks. Strictly from the fact he’s literally trapped and no other reason. “I think it would be a good idea to let me look you over to make sure there aren’t any adverse side effects for suddenly being two inches tall.” 

Eggs crosses his arms to hide his shivers. “What if I don’t think it’s a good idea?” 

“Should we actually be worried about that?” Fritz asks, genuine fear in his voice. 

Eggs shoots a glare up at James, gesturing toward the teenager in the silent statement of ‘look what you did’. 

“It’s always a good sign when someone is talking and moving around normally. However, there could be possible strain on your body and therefore you might need to take it easy.” James fixes Eggs with a pointed look. “It would also be wise for us to inform Cawthon and the others.” 

The mechanic starts the impossible task of escaping from a giant, twisting around to try and yank his shirt away from the fingertips, digging his heels into the ground. “You can’t make me!” 

“What’s wrong with telling the others?” Caleb innocently asks. 

That manages to pause Eggs’ half dramatic half serious escape attempt, glancing up to meet James’ knowing look hovering over him like the moon. 

Then the doctor smirks. “Oh, he just doesn’t want to bruise his ego.” 

The mechanic’s jaw drops. “Excuse-!” 

He shrieks as the fingers suddenly let go, leaving him falling to the floor in a heap. “No, no, I completely understand. I mean, having to tell them you have no idea how you shrunk? That this mastermind of a prank wasn’t something you orchestrated? Your pride wouldn’t be able to handle such a blow.” 

“I’m not Harrison,” Eggs snaps as he quickly stands up in order to kick the fingers. “My pride doesn’t bruise that easily!” 

“Could’ve fooled me,” James shrugs. 

The mechanic points an angry finger up at the giant. “Alright, that’s it, you’re taking us to Scott and that’s final!” 

Without another word, the fingers turn into an offered hand waiting for him to step on. 

...well shit, now he has to. 

Before he can even think about stepping up onto a fingerprint, Fritz is walking over James’ middle finger. “Need any help up?” 

“Nah, I’ve got it,” Eggs grins as he quickly joins the teenager. 

He notices two things the moment he steps onto the hand. One, balancing on someone’s finger is not as easy as it looks, and pinwheeling his arms does nothing to save him from tumbling forward with a yell. Two, he hadn’t realized how cold it was until James’ warmth washes over him as he lays on his back in the giant’s palm, too scared to move or else he’ll fall again. 

Along with James hovering above fighting to keep the amusement off his face, both Fritz and Caleb lean into his line of sight with worried expressions. “Are you okay, Eggs?” 

The mechanic huffs. “Show offs.” 

“Here,” Fritz grins as he offers a hand, helping Eggs up until he’s standing. Even with help though, his knees buckle as the uneven surface dips from his weight, forcing him to sit back down and contemplate pulling Fritz down to join him. “It’s really hard to balance at first, but you get used to it.” 

“It’s easiest with James,” Caleb adds, which earns the doctor a narrowed look. 

James only smirks. “Steady hands are in the job description.” 

Eggs telling the giant where exactly he can shove the fact he’s got steady hands becomes a breathless gasp as the hand suddenly lifts up, gravity trying to flatten him against the palm. That’s when Fritz quickly sits down, the teenager’s grip on his hands becoming tight and face going pale. But when he catches Eggs’ look of concern because that can not be a good sign from someone who’s been held dozens of times, he only flashes a smile. 

“Might want to hold onto something.” 

“Hold onto-?” 

Eggs’ words are stolen by James standing. If he thought going up a single story was bad, going up ten has his stomach twisting from vertigo. He doesn’t dare look over the side of the hand, only reaches out to grab Caleb’s arm before pulling both borrower’s close. 

There, now no one can fall off! 

James’ raised eyebrow says the giant doesn’t understand he is the equivalent to a roller-coaster without seatbelts. “Everyone alright?” 

“Dude,” Eggs berates. “You’re giant.” 

The doctor stares at him for a moment before letting out a quiet ‘ah’ that ruffles their hair. “I promise to be careful.” 

“You better be!” 

As if trying to prove he is careful, the hand’s suddenly moving closer to the giant until his palm is held right next to his chest. And honestly, that does make Eggs feel a hundred times better having a giant wall next to them instead of a mile long drop on both sides. 

Then the doctor starts walking, and Eggs swears his teeth chatter with each one. 

“How do you guys sit on our shoulders?” he breathes. 

“I blame Caleb,” Fritz halfheartedly grumbles, looking like he’s rather enjoying the impromptu pile. 

“It’s fun seeing things the way humans do,” the youngest confides. “Everything looks so small.” 

“You know what Caleb, if you ever want to stand on my head, you just say the word.” 

Fritz goes so pale it almost seems like his freckles will jump off his face at any moment, a perfect contrast to Caleb looking so excited he just might explode. “Really?” 

“As long as someone else is around to spot you,” James rumbles before the kid’s poor brother has a heart attack. 

It seems to work, Fritz breathing out a sigh of relief as Caleb beams. “Okay!” 

“Spotting for what?” 

Eggs goes very still at the sound of Scott’s voice as it rumbles just as much as James’ does. Looking toward his left, he sees their supervisor sitting at a table as he reads over something and definitely a giant. And a certain shrunken mechanic just promised to let Caleb do something extremely dangerous. 

It’s not too late to run, is it? 

“Something to do with climbing,” James responds as he continues walking toward the imminent danger instead of running far, far away. “But there’s something else you should know about.” 

Well great going, James. He just managed to set off every one of Scott’s alarm bells, the man’s attention turning away from whatever he’s working on to focus on James and his handful of borrowers. 

Even though Eggs knows Scott can’t really see who exactly James holds from their current distance, but he swears the oldest is staring right at him. 

“What happened?” Scott asks, more confused than angry. Which is good, very good, they’d like to keep it that way. 

Instead of taking one for the team and just telling their supervisor Eggs is tiny before immediately taking those who have a house tour scheduled directly to said house, James walks straight to the table Scott’s sitting at before setting his hand down. 

It only takes a moment for Scott’s eyes to widen. "Eggs?” 

You know what he likes most about Scott? The fact the man isn’t grabby. Unlike certain doctors. But there is no way in hell he is getting off this hand. So he gives a winning smile as he holds his emotional support borrowers closer. “Heeeey, Scott. So, funny thing, I somehow got shrunk down to borrower size and now they’re going to show me their place, okay bye!” 

“I’m sorry, you just shrunk?” Scott murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief. 

Eggs nods his own head. “Yep! Just poof, tiny town.” 

The man glances up at James, then between Fritz and Caleb before staring at Eggs again. “Are you hurt?” 

You know what, this is going a lot better than he expected. “Nope! Fritz and Caleb immediately found me, then we hailed James down together.” 

Scott then gives a look. “Has James looked you over yet?” 

Fuck! “He doesn’t need to, I’m fine.” 

“There hasn’t been any noticeable concerns,” James begins. And then the hand they’re sitting on is suddenly tilting, earning a laugh from Caleb, a gasp from Fritz, and a scream from Eggs as they’re all slid onto the table. “You can assume what his response was when I first brought up checking him over for potential side effects.” 

Before Eggs can shove Fritz and Caleb away to scramble back onto the hand and demand a ride to anywhere but here, his only chance for escape is taken away at the same time Scott leans down to get a proper look at him. 

Again, it’d be fascinating watching someone’s face twist into different expressions if he wasn’t the center of attention. But at least there’s still no hand reaching out to grab him. 

They have a staring contest for a good minute. Up until Scott forfeits by looking between the two borrowers Eggs is still hugging close for security reasons. “Has he been good for you two?” 

“Hey!” 

“He has,” Caleb grins, Fritz wearing a giant smile of his own. 

“Good,” sounds rather foreboding as Scott focuses on him again. “You let me know if he gets into any trouble.” 

“I’m a great borrower, thank you,” Eggs pouts. “And I don’t need some “doctor” to tell me if I’m not allowed to do a house tour or not.” 

“Did you just air quote my title?” James rumbles from somewhere behind him. 

“Well I’ve never seen a certificate!” 

“You didn’t ask for one when I bandaged your finger last week.” 

“So you’re admitting to medical malpractice!” 

“Humor me,” Scott cuts in, earning a suspicious look as Eggs tries to use Caleb as a shield. “Let James check you over, and then I will personally take you wherever it is you want to go.” 

Ooh, a personal escort from Scott. Not even Mike would be able to intercept them. 

Actually, speaking of Mike. “Where’s Mike and Jer?” 

“Mike’s teaching Jeremy how to repair an arcade machine.” The giant then hesitates. “I’ll make sure he asks to pick you up.” 

“Deal!” Eggs exclaims, not wanting to pass up the deal of a lifetime. 

Scott breathes a sigh of relief that ruffles their hair before sitting up, rubbing a tired hand over his face. “You’re lucky I don’t put you inside a jar and call it a night.” 

Both Fritz and Caleb suddenly tense, the two not even breathing as Eggs is left to try and figure out why he also instinctively tensed up. 

Because Scott won’t actually put him inside a jar. David definitely would, he even put Fritz in one for a bit, but no one else would do that. Scott’s teasing, he always threatens to sic Mike and Vincent on someone, this is just a topical threat! 

Yet Eggs can’t help imagining sitting in the bottom of a jar, pounding on the glass as the others just watch him. Maybe even flick it once or twice just for the fuck of it. 

Physically shaking away the thought from his head, Eggs elbows Fritz, smirking at the fearful look. “Even if Scott did put me in a jar, it wouldn’t be able to contain me for long.” 

“No it wouldn’t,” the giant begrudgingly agrees. 

The borrower’s fear doesn’t immediately disappear, but he does become a little less tense. Caleb for his part let’s his curiosity show past the terror as he looks up at Eggs. “How would you get out of it?” 

“When in doubt, ask Jeremy for help,” the mechanic smirks as he reaches behind him. “But, if he’s not around, a bet ten bucks the glass wouldn’t be able to hold up against a wrench banging on it for very long.” 

With a flourish, he reveals the wrench he never goes anywhere without. Because mechanic secrets 101, if it’s broken, 99.9% of the time it’ll work once it’s given a good whack. It also works surprisingly well for keeping murderous animatronics in line! 

While he was expecting a round of applause, he didn’t anticipate Caleb and Fritz staring at his wrench with wonder. 

“It’s our size,” Fritz breathes and right, right. He kind of forgot about the fact that even though he’s shrunk, they’ve always been tiny. 

Caleb reaches a hand out before hesitating. “Can I hold it?” 

“Of course,” Eggs agrees, passing the wrench over to the kid before gently pushing the two borrowers away so he can stand up and brush his hands off. He then turns to them with a smile, grabbing his screwdriver as well to offer to Fritz. Because that’s the only tool Funtime Freddy’s wary of, the rest give the wrench the proper respect. “Tell you what, you guys chase each other around with these while James does “doctor” things.” 

The teenager copies his brother, reaching out to accept the offered screwdriver before hesitating. He ends up grabbing it, though, staring at it with wonder. If Eggs knew he was going to mysteriously shrink with everything on his person getting downsized as well, he would’ve had cooler things on him! Or at the very least kept a few screws and bolts so they can properly cause property damage. Imagine trying to unscrew something you can’t even see. 

It would’ve been the perfect prank! They’ll just have to plan for next time. 

“Now go forth and cause chaos!” 

“Scott, can you tell us what these do?” Caleb asks, effectively cutting off what was guaranteed going to be a long lecture about not running around with tools and causing chaos. 

The giant looks absolutely torn between the want to answer and the need to discourage everything fun. But it’s impossible to say no a borrower, the man nodding his massive head with a pained look. “I can. Just no running with them.” 

“Wait a min-!” 

Eggs’ words are stolen away when he’s suddenly plucked from the table, his shirt going taunt around his neck as his feet are lifted several inches off the ground. “You can let them run with scissors later.” 

At James’ voice, he realizes who had the audacity to pull him away, literally, from making Scott’s life a living hell. But no amount of kicking and squirming stops the fingers that managed to snag his shirt from carrying him over the table to set him down right by the edge where the doctor stands. 

Eggs crosses his arms as he’s let go once his feet touch the ground. “That was rude.” 

“You agreed to a check up,” the giant shrugs as he kneels down, putting them fairly close to eye-level. “How do you feel physically? Any soreness or fatigue?” 

Other than the crick in his neck from having to constantly look up to talk to giants? “No, I’m not sore or anything. Definitely not tired. More like I chugged a monster.” 

He didn’t think such a feeling was a weird one, but James’ eyebrows raise. “Did you have a monster earlier, or is it just adrenaline?” 

“Oh it’s definitely adrenaline.” 

“Anything else I should know about?” 

Eggs thinks it over for a moment. “I’m actually really hungry. Like more than I usually am. We’re making pizza tonight, right?” 

“We are,” James says, his eyes looking his patient over for a moment. “Mind if I check your pulse?” 

The mechanic shrugs. “Sure.” 

He expected a stethoscope. What he didn’t expect was for a hand to appear, fingers looking like they’re going to pinch his shirt again. As it gets closer, he starts to get worried James will try to do it to normal way by grabbing his wrist. But then the fingers twist, and Eggs stumbles away from the thumb suddenly held against his chest, only to be stopped by the finger against his back. 

He can’t help a shiver go up his spine at how trapped he is. Getting his shirt snagged is one thing, but James can just pinch him in order to lift him off the table. Maybe even drop into a pocket or hand over to Scott. Maybe even use just a little too much pressure and then his ribs are broken. 

That would definitely get James’ medical license revoked, right? 

Eggs takes a deep breath. Reminds himself this is a professional borrower handler. James knows how to hold someone, his ribs will be fine. Besides, they’re not even pinching him. More like just keeping him in one spot. 

Despite the internal psyching himself up, he knows for a fact his heart is beating way too fast, though. Especially as James gives a knowing look before focusing back on his watch to time the pulse. Finally after an entire minute, the fingers move away from his chest, the relief short lived as they then lift his arms up. 

“Woah, I didn’t give permission for a full physical!” 

“I’m checking for any signs of discoloration, as well as any limitations to your movements,” the giant rumbles. “Mind telling me what exactly happened when you shrunk?” 

Eggs decides to try and be as difficult as possible, going completely limp and flopping over James’ thumb as a small huff ruffles his clothes. “So I’m laying on my stomach in the office, watching the mouse hole for when Fritz and Caleb arrives. And then I blink and bam, the desk is towering over me.” 

James’ brow furrows. “‘Bam’ as in you felt it happening?” 

“No, I didn’t feel anything. Not nauseous, not like I was getting squeezed. One second I’m a little under six feet, the next I’m a little under three inches.” 

“And you absolutely didn’t eat, drink, or touch anything that you were unfamiliar with.” 

Eggs shrugs. “I mean I don’t think I did, but who knows what kind of sentient mold has been growing in that office.” 

James tilts his head. “Point taken.” 

“So am I good to go, doc?” the mechanic asks, ducking under the fingers to take a few steps backwards. He would like to do more important things, thank you. 

Their resident doctor almost seems to pout. “You should at least let me document your current weight and height-” 

“I’m hearing things that aren’t necessary,” Eggs interrupts. “I’ve got a clean bill of health, and I intend to use it!” 

He then turns on his heels, intending to race back over to where Scott is clearly enjoying himself and therefore it needs to be stopped. The moment he lifts a foot is the moment his other one is grabbed, ending with him yelling as he falls onto his stomach. And then he’s getting dragged back towards James. 

Eggs immediately attempts to claw at the table. “We still don’t even know how you broke every law of matter conversation known to man.” 

“Oh and you think you can solve it?” Eggs demands, twisting around so he can kick at the fingers pinching his ankle. 

“We also don’t have a timeline for how long you might be-” 

“La, la, la, I can’t hear you!” Eggs sings, complete with plugging his ears. When the giant only gives him a flat look, he turns toward Scott. “Scott! James is trying to use me in the scientific method!” 

Immediately his ankle is freed, letting him stumble to his feet to book it. “I am not. I just pointed out that while he seems to be fine, we have no information regarding what caused this, and how long it might last for.” 

Scott glances between the doctor and the would be unwilling participant to anything concerning using him for figuring out the how and why of him shrinking. Would it be nice to know this isn’t permanent? Of course it would be! But he’s, possibly, only going to be a borrower once, and he is going to use this time how he wants to. 

That means the poking and prodding are going to be kept to a minimum. He is also being taken on a house tour as promised. And then he will experience the wonders of a pizza a thousand times his size. 

“Is he okay?” Scott settles on, doing nothing to stop Eggs skids to a halt next to a concerned Fritz and an excited Caleb. 

“Are you okay?” is asked at the same time as “Look what we made!” 

Man, he really missed hanging out with someone his own size. Giants suck. “No side effects! Now show me what Scott got wrong.” 

As Fritz turns his attention to the giants, Caleb shows him an honest to God bolt. It’s a bit bigger than what Eggs is used to, and definitely a lot shinier, but it’s an actual bolt. 

“That’s cool as hell,” the mechanic praises. “How did you make a bolt?” 

“With the extra foil we had!” Caleb beams. The kid digs his hand into the bag sitting by his feet before offering a thin piece of shiny material. “Fredbear helped me get the shape correct.” 

Eggs takes the material to flip over and see the duller side. Feels like he’s been slapped in the face when he realizes it’s aluminum foil. And yet it’s not flopping around or crinkling from his fingers. No, if he tried to fold this, it’d take a good amount of strength to try and manipulate it. 

“I forgot you guys carried this around with you.” His eyes wonder over to the bag he has never seen Fritz go anywhere without, always slung over the teenager’s shoulder just like Fredbear is always in Caleb’s arms. And suddenly he wants to do nothing more than rifle through it like a raccoon. But he holds himself back, instead clearing his throat before casually suggesting “Can I see the hook you guys use?” 

The one he’s watched Fritz throw high above his head to latch it onto a table or counter before both climb up the string tied to it like it’s nothing. The one he’s asked to look at previously but was nervously declined, including looking at the bag itself. Both of which he respected, because the borrower’s will never be forced to do anything they don’t want to. 

Caleb immediately turns to his brother. “Can he look at our hook, Fritz?” 

Even though the older is still listening to whatever’s being rumbled above their heads, he immediately looks over to answer. And this time, instead of trying to hold the mentioned item as closely as possible, Fritz nods his head in assent. “Sure, just don’t throw it or swing it at anyone.” 

Eggs blinks when he realizes he definitely would’ve challenged Scott with it, and yet Fritz managed to beat him to the idea first. Maybe he can find something else to defend against giants, but that’s for later! For now he’s quickly nodding his head to promise it will not be going off to climb down the table or to fight giants. Watches in awe as Caleb digs through the bag again before revealing- 

“Holy shit it’s a paper clip?” Eggs can’t help blurting out. 

Both borrowers look over what had been declared as a climbing hook since day one with newfound interest. “That’s what it’s called?” 

It definitely can’t be used to hold papers together now with how bent out of shape it is, but now that he finally looks at it instead of watching Fritz and Caleb climb up whatever the cliff of the day is, it’s clear that’s a paperclip. A mangled one that was either extra small or got cut in half, but one none the less. And yet it’s a little longer than his forearm. With a long thread that looks a lot closer to rope then something to sew clothes together with. 

After he stands a good minute with his jaw on the floor, Caleb offers it over to him. The moment Eggs takes it is the moment it really hits home how small he is. Having James hold and pinch him is one thing, but holding a paperclip that could easily hold his weight is another. 

Because the paperclip is hefty. He can’t imagine throwing this thing more than a few feet, not to mention an entire football field and directly above him on top of that. 

Never mind tiny ninjas, borrowers are super humans. 

“You’ve got to show me how you throw this thing around,” Eggs says. “Ooh, can we climb something!” 

“I would prefer if you didn’t,” Scott interrupts, making Eggs jump as he turns to see the giant scowling down at him. “Just because I agreed to take you wherever you wanted to go doesn’t mean I agreed to letting you potentially break your neck.” 

A shiver of fear races up Eggs’ spine. “I can still go on a house tour, right?” 

Scott seems to think it over for a moment, his expression slowly turning into one of reseolve. “You don’t need to climb to get there, do you?” 

“No,” Caleb answers. “It’s just behind the cabinets in the kitchen.” 

“On the floor,” Fritz clarifies as his hands clench and unclench nervously. “There’s nothing in our house that’s dangerous.” 

Scott raises an eyebrow as he turns back to the mechanic. “Is that where I’m taking you?” 

Well shit. Eggs forgot about the part where, you know, the giant needs to carry them. “I mean, you did agree to take us wherever I wanted.” 

The giant silently relents, placing both hands palm up onto the table. As Caleb immediately climbs on, Fritz picks up his bag off the ground before holding a hand out to Eggs. Right as he starts to offer the hook back, the teenager gives a smirk. “Want a hand so you don’t go tumbling this time?” 

“Oh ha, ha.” He whacks the hand away to confidentially walk up to the one big enough to hold all of them. “I won’t go-!” 

His first step onto the fingers, and Scott twitches, sending him falling forward with a yell. And this time the hand turns against him, a thumb almost immediately pinning him down. Which is good, because he’s holding a paperclip that could impale him. But it’s also bad because it’s Scott. 

Case and point, the hook is taken away with a rumbling “Are you okay?” 

“No,” Eggs wheezes, trying to keep his panic down about the fact he’s currently trapped for an undetermined amount of time. “My pride has been shot.” 

Fritz appears at his side, his mere presence making the finger disappear so the borrower can help him sit up. “Are you hurt?” 

“No,” Eggs grumbles as he brushes himself off. “I’m fine.” 

“Good,” and he hears the smile in the teenager’s voice. “Guess you still can’t balance on hands.” 

“Hey it wasn’t my fault this time! Scott twitched!” 

The giant nudges him in retaliation. Or is it to check to see if he’s actually fine? Or is it just because the need to poke your shrunken coworker is a natural phenomenon? 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you trip,” Scott murmurs, meaning it’s a combination of guesses two and three. “You’d think I’d be used to the feeling of someone walking on my hands by now.” 

“No need to beat yourself up, Scott,” James says. “We all know it’s hard to keep your hands steady at such an old age.” 

That makes Eggs grin as Scott aims a flat look toward the doctor. Pats the nearest finger for attention. “No one blames you for it. By the way, have you gotten more grey hairs recently?” 

“You’re pushing it,” the giant warns, and Eggs is quick to become a model hand traveler, sitting crisscross as Fritz and Caleb copy him. 

“Ready when you are!” earns a sigh, but the hand lifts away from the table as Scott stands. 

And then they’re off to the kitchen! He’ll have to say, having two hands cupped together is definitely better in terms of not making them feel like they’ll fall to their deaths at any second. There’s also no Mike’s that appear to try and delay their journey. No Jeremy’s spawning in or James’ attempting to snag one of them. Except for the one nudge, the hands offer nothing but warmth and comfort. 

10/10, would take Scott’s offer to act as borrower chauffeur again. 

“James, would you mind-?” 

“Of course not,” the doctor smiles, opening the door to the kitchen. 

“Where am I putting everyone down?” Scott asks. 

Fritz twists himself to look around the kitchen. Lifts an arm up to hesitate for only a second before pointing beyond the hand. “By the sink, please.” 

Scott’s footsteps jostle Eggs to the core, his stomach getting left behind as the man kneels. This time when the hands are set down, he doesn’t hesitate to accept Fritz’s offer for help, leaning heavily on the teenager as he carefully walks off the palm. 

Once he’s safely on the ground with no tripping this time, he turns around to see Scott towering over them, the perspective once again slapping him in the face. It doesn’t help that James stands a few feet away, a living skyscraper that could walk closer at any moment. 

Eggs waves at them. “Okay see you later bye!” 

“Just a moment,” Scott says, placing a hand between Eggs and the cabinet. Which manages to startle him because again, giants should not be able to move that quickly, but it’s better than having his shirt snagged. “You three are just doing a house tour?” 

“Scoooot,” Eggs whines. His shove at the hand to try and get it to move only receives a twitch back. “You don’t need to worry about us. We’re literally just going into the walls." 

His words do nothing to ease the giant’s concern. Should he have put clingy giants higher on his list of worries? 

“It’s…i-it’s a straight walk there,” Fritz begins, his hands tightly clenched around the strap of his bag. “No turns or inclines. We’ll just show him our room and then bring him right back.” 

“That sounds like it’ll give us plenty of time to make pizza,” James chimes in. 

Scott still looks like he wants to give into the temptation of sticking Eggs in a jar, but hand slowly lifts away. “I’m less worried about him getting lost or hurt, and more-so him causing trouble.” 

“I mean that is my specialty,” the mechanic grins. “But I know being tiny is their specialty, so I’ll listen to the experts!” 

Finally a smile pulls at Scott’s mouth. “I mean it, if they report back saying you caused any trouble, I’m handing you to Mike.” 

Eggs tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “Heard. And I want pepperoni on my pizza.” 

“Heard,” James calls back as the giant walks out of sight, though it’s impossible to not know where the doctor went with the ground jumping with every step. 

“We good to go, then?” 

A finger appears to nudge him into Fritz, both of them nearly toppling over as Scott fights to keep a grin off his face. “Don’t make them regret taking you anywhere.” 

He’ll take that as a yes. “Hurry, before he changes his mind!” 

Caleb is more than happy to take Eggs’ hand to lead him through a small crack in the wood. Good news, Scott doesn’t attempt to stop them. More good news, it feels like a literal weight comes off his shoulders as he starts walking through pure darkness, unable to help feel anything except relief to be somewhere impossible for a giant to watch or grab him. 

“Now I know why you guys hate leaving the walls,” Eggs shivers. “Giants are terrifying.” 

“Humans can be a lot sometimes,” Fritz admits softly behind him. “But we trust you.” 

“And it’s fun being carried,” Caleb quietly gushes. “It would’ve taken us forever to get here, but a human does it in seconds.“ 

Eggs stares into the darkness thoughtfully. “Who do you like carrying you the most?” 

“Jeremy,” they say in unison. 

“…yeah that tracks.” 

Caleb giggles as something elbows him in the stomach. This time he doesn’t jump a mile high. “So how have you liked being a borrower so far?” 

“It has its ups and downs,” Eggs muses. “I can do without the giants, but I’m excited about food big enough to last me for a year.” 

“That’s one of the best parts being friends with humans,” Caleb agrees. 

“Especially because it’s always warm food,” Fritz adds, the teenager sounding a little farther ahead of them, as well as longingly. 

Before Eggs can ask about why specifically warm food, there’s a sound of a match being struck as a ball of light appears. The closer they get, the more it grows until it reveals Fritz kneeling in front of a small fire. 

Caleb lets go of his hand to grab something off of what looks like a table, giving it to his brother who lights it before giving it back. It’s then taken around to room to light birthday candles standing in four different corners. 

Once everything is lit, Eggs finds himself standing in the middle of a space about the size of his apartment’s living room, with something he can confidentially say is a table on one side with some kind of chest, the other sits a nest of fabrics all piled together. 

This is by far the coziest room Eggs will ever have the pleasure of seeing. 

“So, uh, welcome to our home,” Fritz introduces as he stands up, brushing his pants off. “It’s not much but...we don’t need a lot.” 

“Dude this place is awesome,” Eggs replies. “Show me everything.” 

Caleb immediately pulls him over to the table he now realizes is cardboard, offering him a genuine thimble seat in order to sit down so he can be laden with several items. 

“This is our water jug, and our crumb basket, and the candle we use to light the lamps, and our match for the fire, and-” 

The kid keeps going, naming things that are passed to Eggs who doesn’t dare put anything down, though Fritz starts taking a few items once the pile gets too tall at the same time he starts passing his brother things from the bag. Like the button claimed as a tray for ‘breakfast in bed’, and a needle so small he can only imagine how it would be microscopic if they took it to James and Scott to show, and don’t let him forget just how useful aluminum foil is when it comes to holding both water and food. 

He never realized how resourceful the two are. But then again, they can’t exactly just go to the nearest store to buy a few items. Anything they want needs to be made by hand. Or found underneath a cabinet after someone accidentally kicked it. 

“And here’s your wrench back.” 

Eggs is admittedly confused when he’s handed something made for him get passed over among everything else. Once it registers what was said, he’s immediately passing it back to Caleb. “Oh I can’t take this back. You’re an honorary mechanic now! And every mechanic needs a wrench.” 

The kid’s eyes grow wide. “I can keep it?” 

“Are you sure?” Fritz asks, already in motion to pass Caleb the screwdriver to give back to Eggs as well. 

“Very sure,” the mechanic smiles. “Who knows! Maybe you’ll come across a screw your size one day.” 

The teenager winces. “W-We won’t be able to use them-” 

“They also make great impromptu hammers,” Eggs adds. “Or maybe they can help twist the foil you guys use. You’re creative, I bet they’ll help you with something around here.” 

Despite Caleb absolutely beaming, Fritz turns the screwdriver in his hands nervously. “You don’t need these?” 

“Trust me, I’ve got dozens of tools back at Afton Robotics. Those were just my backup tools for my backup tools. I won’t be wrenchless anytime soon.” 

Finally the teenager relents, holding the screwdriver close with a look of pure awe. “Thank you, Eggs.” 

“Can we watch you use them properly when your human sized again?” Caleb asks. 

“Of course,” Eggs promises. “You can even be on my head while I show you how to properly destroy an animatronic beyond recognition.” 

That earns him a wrinkled nose from Fritz and a silent gasp of excitement from Caleb. Which means his work is done here! It only gets better when the younger begins to put everything away, starting with tucking the wrench into the nest of fabrics like it’s a stuffed animal. See this is why he’s an honorary mechanic. 

Too bad Fritz immediately protests. “It’s not allowed in the bed!” 

“Why not!” 

“Because you’re going to flop around in your sleep and whack me with it!” 

“Uh skill issue,” Eggs coughs. 

Fritz sputters. “You get woken up by a button hitting your face!” 

“See, I don’t need to worry about such a thing,” the mechanic tuts as he gestures to the buttons on his uniform. “As you can see, they are usually too small. Therefore, skill issue.” 

The teenager narrows his eyes. Shares a look with his brother. Turns back to Eggs as a button the size of his head is passed over. 

Oh shit.

Eggs jumps out of his seat before booking it into the darkness. “Let’s talk about this!” 

“You’re small enough to get hit with one now!” Fritz taunts, not needing to raise his voice above a whisper as it echoes through the passage.

And because a. humans can’t see in the dark like borrowers can, and b. have silent footsteps, Eggs has no idea if Fritz is gaining up on him. All he knows is he is running straight and not stopping until he can bribe a giant into saving him. 

Either Fritz is going easy on him, or Eggs is just that good, because he manages to make it to the crack before his pursuer catches up, letting him stumble blindly into the light. 

It only takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and see Mike towering over him and looking thoroughly amused. 

Fuck. “Heeeey-” 

Eggs’ greeting is interrupted by the sight of Fritz quietly bursting out of the cabinet, button in hand with Caleb standing behind him with a giant smile. 

Never mind, he’ll take Mike. “Help-!” 

His call turns into a yelp as Fritz tackles him. Which is normally works out pretty well for Eggs because he’s a professional at wrestling. Not to brag or anything, but he is the wrestling champion on the entire Benedict family when it comes to winning against his siblings. 

He forgot about the fact borrowers are apparently super human. Within seconds, Fritz has already pinned him. And even though the teenager frees his arm to grab the button that landed next to them, no amount of shoving from Eggs will ever be enough to make the younger lose his balance. 

And then, without any warning, Fritz is suddenly two inches tall and crouched next to the button of Eggs’ uniform identical to the one being held that was meant to whack him on the head. 

Glancing down to see Caleb looking absolutely minuscule standing on the floor to his right and completely unharmed from the sudden giant, Eggs focuses back on the borrower sitting on his chest looking thoroughly pale now that the person previously threatened can now put him inside a jar as retaliation. 

Eggs smirks. “Guess I’ll never know what it’s like to get whacked on the head by a button.” 

In response, Fritz throws it at his head, hitting him right between the eyes. “Now you do!” 

[mrghostrat]

I FINISHED THIS FUCKIN COMMISSION! 2 WEEKS!! FIFTEEN WHOLE GUYS!!!!!

i have now officially drawn ONE HUNDRED owls for this man.

[samhaven]

🍡 SWEET TOOTH 🍡

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

The Redcap, murderous little fey born of bloodlust! 3 - 4 ft (0.9‒1.2 m), these are fey serial killers. They die if they go more than 3 days without soaking thier cap in blood, so it's mainly just a "might as well have fun with it" situation. They specialize in knocking people over and have IMMENSE strength, as strong as that of a grizzly bear. They are fine working with other creatures, so long as thier cap stays bloody and it's an odd numbered group. Oh, and the thing on the right is a Madcap. Just a normal redcap that soaked the hat in demon blood. Makes them go a liiiiittle feral. and explode when they fall unconscious. so be a careful.

[asclexe]

the house md fandom would be fixed by more femlash

[kittygorian]

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