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A Good Hunter (Supernatural fanfic)
The old house creaked and groaned, constantly settling as the wind outside tested its strength. Jacob crept through the main hall, his boots muffled by a dusty rug that had been traversed many times over the years. The house truly was old, so much so that its wiring was shaky at best, and anything electronic didn’t fit in with the decor.
Jacob kept his flashlight trained on the ground as he walked, and his eyes flickered from side to side. He normally had two small companions on either shoulder, giving him input on where he should go.
They’d led him to this house, this old old place, and that was as far as he’d gotten with their guidance. Old floorboards and walls meant lots of passages within the woodwork of the home to explore. As the only ones that could fit in there, Sam and Dean were the best choice. Sam was only four inches tall, and Dean was a little smaller, but that had yet to slow them down.
Sam and Dean Winchester were hunters, and it ran in the fami
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5 - Changing Hands (Sad Oscar AU)
It never helped to count the days since he was captured. Oscar’s waking hours blended together in a huge nightmare that even sleep couldn’t erase. His bruises from his first capture faded and healed. His ankle, twisted and sore after he tried only once to escape, improved with care until it too showed no sign of the hurt. Oscar had memories as effective as any scar to remind him of the painful failure.
Noriko and Thomas kept him physically healthy. He received food every day, multiple times a day, and wasn’t left alone until he ate his fill. They didn’t like his habit of stashing food for later. Noriko would scold him even as she took away whatever he managed to hide.
She’d made a lot of clothes for him. She had fun seeing him in new outfits and could never resist a new one. Oscar was well familiar with her squeal of delight. It always came right before she swept him up in a hand to kiss the top of his head or hold him close in a hug.
Oscar really was her
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4 - No More Wishes (Sad Oscar AU)
There was laughter in the other room.
Oscar looked up from where he sat curled up on his bed, startled by the sudden burst of noise. Noriko was watching TV out there, enjoying her favorite show. Oscar never knew what made her laugh so much, but so long as it kept her attention away from him for a while, he liked it. Whenever Noriko paid him attention, she wanted to hold him in her hands constantly, poking at him or petting his messy hair.
He hated it. He hated it so much, but he knew better than to think things would be any different. Oscar was just her latest favorite doll.
His prison proved it. When Noriko was bored with him, she put him away in a wooden box with a glass front, all designed to look like a room in a house. A dollhouse with him on display at all times.
In one corner there was a round cushion, meant to be his bed. There was a doll couch facing the front glass wall, and to the side opposite the bed was a table and a chair. The walls themselves were decorated with
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3 - Floorboards (Sad Oscar AU)
Oscar stumbled, but he barely hit the floor before he scrambled back up and kept running. Everything in him focused forward, across the long expanse of hardwood flooring. He ignored the rumbling in the floor and the gaping space overhead, unfamiliar surroundings all looming in his periphery. He didn’t know this house, but he didn’t need to in order to recognize an avenue of escape.
It was the only chance he had.
They’d taken his bag. Tossed it out with the trash, no matter how much he wished they wouldn’t. It was only shabby cloth to them. Worthless.
To Noriko and her obedient boyfriend, Oscar was the one of value. A high priced little doll that needed to be fixed up and made perfect. They didn’t care how much he wept.
The first chance at escape came when Noriko left him out on her work table to go and fix herself a snack. She was so assured that he was trapped up there that she’d set him down on the middle of the surface without even a word t
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2 - A New Doll (Sad Oscar AU)
Oscar never did adjust to the darkness inside the ice bucket. No light leaked in past the lid, giving him nothing. Even inside the walls, some light made it in. He was adapted to make use of it like no human ever could, but now even he was blinded.
He was curled into a tight ball, covering his ears to block the sounds from outside. An engine rumbled and a radio blared. Oscar’s own heart pounded. No matter what, he couldn’t protect himself from that noise out there. It was unfamiliar from so close.
Everything was a reminder that he’d been taken away from his home.
Life in the Knight’s Inn motel wasn’t easy. Oscar had to fight for survival almost every day. When he wasn’t critically low on food, the draft was enough to chill his tiny bones. From waking up to burrowing into his nest of blankets to sleep, Oscar worked hard. He spent his time collecting supplies, or sitting in his ringbox chair to weave and sew.
It was all gone now. N
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1 - It Just Takes One (Sad Oscar AU)
A nightmare. This was a nightmare.
The sound of the worn plastic ice bucket slamming to the floor echoed in Oscar’s ears, and his eyes were wide with terror. A bruise was already forming on his forehead from slamming into a wall that hadn’t been there seconds before.
He was trapped. A human had spotted him while he ran desperately for cover in the motel room. They’d grabbed the ice bucket without a second thought, and in a few steps that covered distances Oscar would have to sprint for several seconds, stomped over to him.
The ground was still shaking. No, he realized, that’s just my knees.
Tears welled up in his eyes and raced down his cheeks. Oscar stood in carpet fibers that reached past his ankles, with almost no light leaking under the rim of the bucket. A circle of dim light ringed him in, an outline for how utterly trapped he was.
He hadn’t made it. After years of getting by on his own, keeping out of sight and collecting what h
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Chase In Lilliput - Got Any Better Ideas?
Chase smirked and folded his hands behind his head. “So, uh. I’m gonna make a few guesses about what happened, stop me if I’m wrong. Ready?” he asked.
It was Jacob’s turn for a bemused look. He tilted his head and leaned forward slightly to pay closer attention. “Yeah, I guess. Guess away.”
Chase nodded, his smirk glued to his face. “Alright. You’re from somewhere where everyone’s your size and even the trees and stuff are bigger,” he said, pleased to see Jacob’s eyebrows lift. “Nice. That one was easy though. Next one. You were on a boat and there was a storm or something that took ya off course?”
Jacob’s brow furrowed and he tilted his head. “Um,” he began, glancing around as if he suddenly suspected someone else to pop around a corner somewhere and yell Surprise! “I think so, but uh. I don’t actually remember a lot,” he admitted.
That caught Chase off guard,
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The Real Adventure Begins - An Oscar Short
“Oscar, you’ve seen Dean’s pockets, right?” Sam chided. Oscar didn’t turn to look at him, but he could hear the smirk in his voice. “He can carry as much as you want to bring, I guarantee it. He won’t even notice the weight.”
Oscar huffed and shook his head as if shooing a gnat away. Sitting on his knees at the edge of his blanket nest, he tried to focus on the task at hand. He had a number of cloth scraps and rags stacked atop each other, a warm haven to burrow into on the colder nights in the motel. One hand pinched a worn blue scrap, running the thumb over the soft fibers. The other brushed over the rest of the blankets thoughtfully.
Choosing which blankets to take was turning out to be a tougher decision than actually deciding to leave the motel.
“I can … I can get more later,” he mumbled to himself. His cheeks were warm. He didn’t want to come back out of the vent overburdened with just blankets.
And ye
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - Conclusion
Dean blinked, adrenaline still running rampant in his blood. With the monster suddenly gone, the energy had nowhere to go, and he stood frozen, panting from exhaustion. His muscles quivered all over his body as the victory sank in.
He’d done it. Another evil son of a bitch gone.
“Dean!” A tiny voice cried out from above. He looked up and blinked again, coming down to earth as the high of the fight wore off. Sam was waving from a hole in the ceiling. Wood and plaster sagged down, giving the two tiny guys up there a front row seat to the fight Dean had just finished.
“Sammy, Oz,” he said, shaking the blackish blood away from his knife. It wiped off on his jeans and he stowed the weapon; a long shower was required after all that. “Good to see the backup plan worked. You guys were just in time.”
He stepped forward, his face angled upwards at them. They were above his level, but when he held his hand up as a platform, it was only four or five
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - 8
Dean steeled himself. He couldn’t afford to glance back to check whether Sam and the others had made it into the walls yet. They would keep safe in there, out of sight. Sam had his weapons, and Oscar was just as adept as any little at staying hidden away. Goldenrod … well, they’d be fine if they stuck with the others.
Dean had to be ready to face …
“Wait. You?!
After building up his anticipation for long claws and yellow eyes, of hulking shoulders and a hideously curved back, Dean was almost disappointed with the thing he found in that room.
A woman in jogging clothes lay curled up and sobbing in the middle of the floor, bleeding from her side and a cut on her head. She had her eyes shut tight and her body shuddered in time with the music playing through an old, battered boombox propped up on an end table, the one piece of furniture in the room that hadn’t been smashed up or rearranged into the mess of cushions and sawdust in one corner
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - 7
Goldenrod was terrible at giving directions.
Dean “missed” a turn that would have taken the Impala across a baseball field and rolled his eyes, and already the pixie astride the backrest buzzed their wings. “Human, you should have gone that way! This tracking spell won’t last forever, you know!”
Dean grumbled something unintelligible and looked ahead for an actual street that would take him the right direction. “I can’t just go off the road,” he groused back.
“Someone would stop him and we’d never get there if he didn’t use the roads,” Sam explained from his perch on Dean’s shoulder, far more patiently. Dean knew why; the little guy was amused as all get out by the conversation between Goldenrod and Dean. He’d be gloating about his own merit as a navigator for months after this. At least.
Oscar was still in Dean’s pocket. His little arms were draped over the edge to help him s
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - 6
Once they’d all eaten and Sam and Dean had traded the information they knew, it was time to go and retrieve Goldenrod again. They were the best chance of finding the Red Cap, and the sooner the mission was finished, the better. Oscar had only taken one glance at the pictures Dean brought back from the “morgue.” He never wanted to see anything like that again.
He might not be able to fight what caused it, but he knew who could. Dean had taken on a demon before, and much more. Oscar still remembered the earthquakes from the one fight he’d witnessed as he darted across the floor.
This monster was scarier, in a way. They didn’t know much about what it could do besides tear unsuspecting people to shreds.
Sam followed behind Oscar in the dark, letting him lead the way. Despite wearing sturdy boots in a distinct contrast to Oscar’s small cloth wraps, Sam moved as silently as anyone their size. It was a skill they had to learn well if they wanted to survive.
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - 5
A/N:  There's mention of gore in this chapter, but it's not a very graphic description, so I opted not to put a warning on it. I guess if someone thinks I should anyway, just let me know and I'll update it.
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Oscar sighed, glad they could make some progress on the case. Just as he’d expected, Sam and Dean knew what to do with the information Goldenrod gave them. Oscar wouldn’t have known what to do at all, and the grisly details would probably just have given him nightmares.
Sam rose to his feet, regarding his gigantic brother. His journal was tucked under an arm, ready to open again if the need to write something down struck him. “Right,” he quipped, “you’re definitely not trying to weasel out of research.”
Dean shrugged. “Does everyone here wanna go with me instead?” he asked pointedly. “I got enough pockets, but it might get a little crowded.”
Oscar looked up, his eyes wide. He’d travelled by pocket befor
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - 4
Dean sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room, his back straight and his hands poised on his knees. Despite everything they’d gone through, it still didn’t sit well with him to let Sam go off on his own when there could be something dangerous around. Salt already lined the door and window of the room, and Dean had even placed some in front of the vent, just in case. He didn’t know what else to do to prepare until they had all the details.
From a friggin’ pixie.
First Nixie and Ilyana, then Bowman, and now this. Dean was beginning to wonder if they’d end up meeting every kind of tiny person there was to find. Ever since he’d found Sam, he’d had to spend a lot more of his time watching his step.
He watched the vent with an unbreaking gaze, even leaving the TV remote untouched on the nightstand. Until the others were back and he knew they were safe, he couldn’t let his mind wander.
Movement in the corner of his eye drew h
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Burgers and Pixie Dust - 3
With a potential case ahead of them, the Winchesters didn’t dawdle. Their routine of picking up and hitting the road was a comforting constant in such a weird lifestyle, and they performed it like clockwork. Dean had barely pulled out of the parking lot of their latest stop before Sam was climbing out of his pocket towards his shoulder. He hardly registered the tiny, nimble movements, except to make sure he didn’t feel Sam slip.
“What’re the chances we leave a bunch of wood sprites behind only for Oscar to call the next day about some fairy trouble going on?” Dean complained.
Sam snickered. Suddenly, Dean’s delirious rant in the woods about wings came back to him, and he guessed his older brother was rueing that all over again. They’d met a lot of winged people since they teamed up.
“Hopefully whoever that was with him was honest,” Sam mused. “Fairies, actual ones, can be pretty tricky, if the lore is right. The
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Chase In Lilliput - Lost Giant
Chase hesitated, seated on a giant palm with his hands braced against it to prop himself up. He was wholly outmatched by this Jacob, but at least the guy hadn’t done anything to hurt him so far. Even if he hadn’t put him down, either. “I’m Chase,” he replied glibly. “And I’m not a giant, so what do ya say about putting me down so I’m not so high in the air?”
Jacob’s eyebrows shot up again. As if on reflex, his fingers curled closer and Chase thought for a moment that he would be enveloped in a fist. Instead, Jacob merely glanced from his hand to the ground.
“Um. Right. Sorry,” he stammered. His hand moved, a living platform, and Chase wished he had something to hang onto as he dropped towards the ground. “Weren’t you on me? What’d you do, climb up?”
The hand reached the beach sand, and Chase scrambled to his feet and stepped down to much more solid ground. Once there, he turned around
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{com} French Fry by MogaDeer {com} French Fry :iconmogadeer:MogaDeer 6 10 Doodlepage by LaEscritora Doodlepage :iconlaescritora:LaEscritora 3 13 Charlie Mom by LaEscritora Charlie Mom :iconlaescritora:LaEscritora 10 43 Jacob and Bowman~ by GigantaGiantessa Jacob and Bowman~ :icongigantagiantessa:GigantaGiantessa 15 5 ''LOOK WHAT I FOUND,DEAN!'' by GigantaGiantessa ''LOOK WHAT I FOUND,DEAN!'' :icongigantagiantessa:GigantaGiantessa 11 11 {YCH} Oscar by MogaDeer {YCH} Oscar :iconmogadeer:MogaDeer 8 2 Vel by LaEscritora Vel :iconlaescritora:LaEscritora 6 10 Kittyfax by LaEscritora Kittyfax :iconlaescritora:LaEscritora 7 8 {com} Snuggles by MogaDeer {com} Snuggles :iconmogadeer:MogaDeer 9 6 Better Adopt Him [Commission] by LaEscritora Better Adopt Him [Commission] :iconlaescritora:LaEscritora 14 40 {com}A sew-sew day by MogaDeer {com}A sew-sew day :iconmogadeer:MogaDeer 7 16 {com} We're running, we're running! by MogaDeer {com} We're running, we're running! :iconmogadeer:MogaDeer 19 7 1843 Is a Good Year by LaEscritora 1843 Is a Good Year :iconlaescritora:LaEscritora 3 7 {com} No, no. Mine. by MogaDeer {com} No, no. Mine. :iconmogadeer:MogaDeer 44 13 [C] Freedom is in the sky (with the butterflies) by QuackGhost [C] Freedom is in the sky (with the butterflies) :iconquackghost:QuackGhost 36 14 Bowman doesn't like hands. . . by 27Lazybug Bowman doesn't like hands. . . :icon27lazybug:27Lazybug 12 13

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A Little More Trust Cpt. 35
Not too long earlier Sawyer had been walking back from class on his own, completely unaware that the viri in his backpack wasn’t Colfax. He hummed a little as he unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside, locking it again behind him. “Alrighty!” he said cheerfully, shrugging off his backpack and setting it down gently on one of the kitchen chairs. “Well, that’s one class done for the day.” Unzipping the side pocket he had put Colfax in that morning he reached inside and scooped up the viri with one hand, cupping his other one beneath him once he was out in the open. Sawyer looked down with a grin, which quickly slipped into an expression of pure surprise. The little person sitting in his hands was definitely not Colfax. He stared at him with wide eyes. “What the-?” Sawyer exclaimed, a little louder than he usually would have been around Colfax thanks to his astonishment.
Adrian tried to mentally prepare himself. He knew it was
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A Little More Trust Cpt. 34
Charlie walked back to his small apartment happily, already thinking about what he could make Adrian for lunch. He walked at a decent pace but as smoothly as usual, holding his bag a bit away from his body so as to jostle it the least amount possible. Returning home he unlocked the door and set his bag gently on the table inside. “Here we are,” he announced pleasantly to the viri in his bag. He unzipped the pocket without looking in it and moved over to the cabinet to fetch a glass of water. “So, what did you think?” he asked conversationally. “How did you like art history?”
Colfax waited in the bag, noticing that Charlie walked so much steadier than Sawyer did. It didn't hurt that the pouch he'd dived into by mistake was more spacious, too. Still, he flinched back in surprise when the zipper was finally opened up all the way. He waited for an unfamiliar hand to reach into the bag to lift him out, but it never came. His breathing was a little quicker
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Starcrossed || Thirty-Two
After cleaning the dirt and grime off, Elise felt a little clearer in her head. Her determination remained, but her mad urgency was replaced by patience. Neburn was right; she couldn't just rush into something like this. She sat on her knees on one of the workbenches in the man's secret room. He had opted to set up the ship and take a look at it. Elise could tell that he really wanted to continue work on the thing, though he tactfully didn't act too excited at the prospect.
The visor turned over and over in her hands as she observed it. There was a faint dial on one side, which she discovered was used to flip through some of the dormant menus on the display. She hoped she wouldn't run down the battery before she figured out how to find Sean with it. He hadn't even told her how.
Elise rubbed her eyes wearily. She was tired, but she had opted to wait until she made some progress before letting herself sleep. She released a frustrated sigh and set the device down. "I keep wondering
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Myth Meets Myth ~ Chapter 24
At a steady hover by the light switch, Evzan narrowed his eyes at the bed. He'd had to be careful approaching the wall, knowing he could easily fly right into it. He saw faint movement from where Asp had gone, but it was all dark to the bird shifter. When he heard the shadow bat's confirming voice, Evzan reached for the light switch. Strange, he thought, that Asp still seemed to be out in the open, but Evzan supposed he knew what he was doing.
Light flooded the room as Evzan pushed the switch up. Although he was the one doing it, even he was startled by the sudden brightness. He heard Karlati give a groan of protest, glancing down at her. She buried her face in her arms, but at least it stirred her more than when Evzan had flown right down to her.
Evzan pulled the switch back down, then repeated the process once more.
On the bed, Asp flinched back as the light filled the room.  It still assaulted his eyes, but he found that it didn't hurt nearly as badly with them covered.  I
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Myth Meets Myth ~ Chapter 25
After a pause during which Wesley mulled over his words, he finally said in a quieter voice, "Listen, guys.  I know it's not very fun to be stuck in here, but ... I dunno.  If you need anything else, I guess, don't be afraid to tell me?  I don't know how long it'll take Karlati to heal but there's no reason everyone should feel uncomfortable just because of that."
Evzan threw a flat look up at the human, even though Wesley was shrouded in almost too many shadows to see. He wasn't about to ask the human for anything besides what was absolutely essential--food and plenty of places to hide. Considering both those needs were met, he saw no reason to speak.
"I'm healing fast," Karlati piped up between bites, looking up at Wesley with wide, cheerful eyes. "It hardly even hurts anymore. "Maybe I'll even be able to check on it tonight!"
Wesley's expression brightened.  That seems really fast.  "Wow, already?  That's amazing!"  He couldn't help the reli
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Starcrossed || Thirty-One
Soon enough they were off. Once they approached the outer limits of Orsno, Elise opted to hide in a side pouch on Kaye's bag. It would be silly to risk being seen after coming this far. Even though they probably wouldn't run into anyone, playing it safe was wiser now more than ever. She braced herself in a corner of the pouch, almost morbidly amused that she was so used to hiding away like this lately.
It was a stark contrast to the day she had arrived. She'd been carried in the open along crowded streets, where anyone could have seen her. Even now, perhaps people were looking back on that day and wondering if they had really seen a woman tiny enough to perch on a man's hand. Elise doubted that they'd even believe their own memory at this point.
Elise heard Neburn's door opening after Kaye's surreptitious knock. The man didn't even hesitate on pleasantries, and the bag lurched forward as he ushered Kaye inside. She squinted up as light filled her hiding place once more. "Hello again, D
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Conscious
"How are you feeling?" 
"Look Daddy! Look!" 
"You took it!"  
"Hey...hey kid..."

"Bastard..." 
Entering Hyperdrive. Est. Time of Arrival: Approximately 2.56 seconds 
"Good work Jonah!"  
"You monster..."
"Hey, can you hear me?"
WARNING! WARNING!
"You're not really going to...?" 
Traitor. 
"Change the tides of this world..." 
System recovery. Est. ERROR 
ERROR ERROR ERROR 
STRUCTURAL DAMAGE IN HULL DETECTED 
"I don't get this chance often."  
"How's Mom doing?"  
78% ENGINE FAILURE
"How could you...how could you..." 
"Jonah..." 
POWER: 12.734%  
"Please...don't..." 
Jonah... 
"Exactly..."  
ERROR ERROR ERROR
"What have you done?" 
"Talk to me! Can you hear me? C'mon!" 
EMERGENCY LANDING IN APPROXIMATELY THREE MINUTES, TWENTY THREE SECONDS 
Who...
"Someone call an ambulance!" 
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Unreal
The giant that stood before them looked down on the two frightened people at his feet from on high, in the most literal sense. Towering over all the trees around, with gigantic wings similar to the other giant, he gave Jonah the impression of an avenging angel, except being somewhere around the size of the Statue of Liberty. He looked a bit older than Jonah, probably around his early to mid twenties, with cold, icy blue eyes; pupils also narrowed into vertical slits. He had short, dark brown hair, with a parted fringe that was tussled a bit from coming down from the sky. He wore a navy blue, military-esque overcoat with silver trimmings and coat tails that gentle flapped against the wind. He wore even darker blue gloves that seemed to have a buckle around the wrist. His pants went into his nearly knee high boots, which were higher than his own two-story home. 
The giant regarded them briefly before turning completely around, walking towards where the blonde gi
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Not Happening 
Jonah found himself pinned to the giant's palm, with the fingers tightly pressing into the his back and legs into the warm folds of skin. Rachel was uncomfortably pressed against him with those same fingers, pressed against him, under his chin. She was screaming into his shirt, and he could feel his shirt becoming wet with her tears. He himself was dangerously close to falling into hysterics. His was indescribably scared. Thoughts of how he would die and all the regrets he had in his life congealed in his mind. His life flashed before his eyes. He lamented not answering, what probably was, the last phone call he would receive in his soon to end life. Why didn't he answer? Why did he choose not to just press that green button?  If only he could have just chosen to talk to his father one last time. 
Suddenly, he felt motion as he felt the hand he was in pull forward before lurching upward, far to fast for him to adjust. He struggled t
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The End of Normalcy
Jonah Michaels really hated Economics. Almost as much as he hated Statistics. 
But alas, both were requirements for his major, and therefore, unavoidable. He began to wish he had taken the AP courses while he was in high school instead of learning them in a broad classroom where the monotonous voice of Dr. Weiss began to seem more like a dull, rythmless lullaby than an actual lecture. The properties of Supply and Demand were a concept everyone with a working brain and who went through high school already grasped long ago; the redundancy of it all served more of an annoyance than anything else. He thought he was done with math when he took Calculus in the twelfth grade. But apparently, Math wasn't done with him, as the curriculum seemed to have deduced. 
Fortunately, he had a couple minutes until he could finally break away from his studies, meet with his girlfriend, and spend his weekend sleeping. It had been a long semester, and
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Best BFF team? 

59%
24 deviants said Jacob Andris & Bowman Leafwing
24%
10 deviants said Oscar & Dean Winchester
7%
3 deviants said Qwerty & Tristen (a throwback, I know, but BFFS all the same)
5%
2 deviants said Jacob Andris & Oscar
5%
2 deviants said Chase Lisong & Jacob Andris

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Neon Bright
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Hello, I'm PL1. I also go by Neon.

While I have dabbled in artwork both traditional and digital, my usual medium is writing. I prefer to write fiction, dabbling in many genres. Most of my work here is in the fantasy or science-fiction category. A common theme in my writing involves culture shock and the ways different characters deal with groups of people that are vastly different from them. One of my personal favorite ways to reflect this is through the use of GT (giant-tiny) dynamics. The use of size difference provides a very visible way to depict the other differences between characters. It also poses a unique challenge in character interaction, world-building, and ethical struggles.

In addition to writing, I also will participate in roleplaying. The way I see it, text-based roleplaying is essentially a collaborative writing project. It enriches the writing experience for all parties involved and it provides good practice for consistent character writing. (I also play tabletop RPGs and get many ideas for new characters in this way.)

If you're a fan of fiction, I hope you'll like what my gallery has to offer.

~Neon Bright
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The old house creaked and groaned, constantly settling as the wind outside tested its strength. Jacob crept through the main hall, his boots muffled by a dusty rug that had been traversed many times over the years. The house truly was old, so much so that its wiring was shaky at best, and anything electronic didn’t fit in with the decor.

Jacob kept his flashlight trained on the ground as he walked, and his eyes flickered from side to side. He normally had two small companions on either shoulder, giving him input on where he should go.

They’d led him to this house, this old old place, and that was as far as he’d gotten with their guidance. Old floorboards and walls meant lots of passages within the woodwork of the home to explore. As the only ones that could fit in there, Sam and Dean were the best choice. Sam was only four inches tall, and Dean was a little smaller, but that had yet to slow them down.

Sam and Dean Winchester were hunters, and it ran in the family. After so long thinking their lives had crashed into a dead end in a little motel in Kansas, they were back on the job with a determination to rival anyone. While helping them look for their dad, a hunter who had dropped of the map a couple years back, Jacob was learning the trade as well.

They would scope out the inside of the walls and see if they could find any evidence of what might be causing the strange activity reported from that house. Jacob, being much taller and bulkier, would venture the halls and rooms, scoping out what he could.

Despite knowing how capable they were and how fiercely the brothers defended their independence, Jacob couldn’t help but worry about them in the back of his mind. This was an entirely new place. He didn’t even know the normal dangers they might face in the walls, and this house would probably have new ones. Old, unstable framework would shift and crush them, or a resident rat, used to having the place to itself, could sneak up on them.

Jacob had to remind himself often of how long they’d been living at their size. They were cursed as kids, and he’d only known them for a month or so at the most. Of their group, he was the least experienced with hunting.

The thoughts quieted as he wandered into what looked like a living room. He needed to focus. They were there to find signs of a vengeful spirit or even a poltergeist.

A flicker of motion in one corner drew Jacob’s gaze like a beacon. Normally, he’d never notice something like that, but after hanging around with people the size of his fingers, he could never be too careful. He had to keep his eyes open for them.

The risks if he didn’t were far too great.

“Sam? Dean?” he called, his voice low but still shattering the silence. He always felt huge and loud when he was dealing with them, and when they were all on a hunt. After the case with Melanie, he’d tried to learn better stealth, with Dean giving him pointers, but he didn’t think it was working very quickly.

Even so, he crossed the room to where he’d seen the motion, next to a heavy cabinet. He knelt down next to it and shone his flashlight in the corner, expecting to find one of the Winchesters snooping around. He could expect a scold or a harsh complaint if it was Dean.

Instead, there was a surprised little squeak.

Jacob’s eyebrows shot up and he gasped at the sight of a tiny mouse. It was curled up with its back to the corner, and a little pink tail wrapped around the tiny paws. Round ears and a whiskered nose quivered in time with the rapid breaths seen in the tiny curled up body.

“Oh,” Jacob muttered. He’d cornered a mouse. “Uh. Sorry, little guy.”  He remembered thinking that the brothers were so close to mice in size when he first started hanging around them. Now, he was seeing, they were definitely bigger than a mouse, or this one was exceptionally small. It might be young.

Jacob didn’t have much time to think about the fact that he’d cornered a tiny little mouse in his search for his friends before a crash sounded elsewhere in the house. It sounded like it came from upstairs, and recognition lit in his eyes. The attic had been cited in the stories about the house several times.

“If you see my friends when you get back in the walls, let them know I went upstairs,” he murmured with a smirk, wondering if Sam and Dean could already hear what he said. Him, their so-called Godzilla, talking to a mouse.

Then, he stood back to his full height, letting his flashlight beam drift away from the mouse. He didn’t watch where its shadowy shape darted to next.

He had to find out what caused that noise. It’s what a good hunter would do.
It never helped to count the days since he was captured. Oscar’s waking hours blended together in a huge nightmare that even sleep couldn’t erase. His bruises from his first capture faded and healed. His ankle, twisted and sore after he tried only once to escape, improved with care until it too showed no sign of the hurt. Oscar had memories as effective as any scar to remind him of the painful failure.

Noriko and Thomas kept him physically healthy. He received food every day, multiple times a day, and wasn’t left alone until he ate his fill. They didn’t like his habit of stashing food for later. Noriko would scold him even as she took away whatever he managed to hide.

She’d made a lot of clothes for him. She had fun seeing him in new outfits and could never resist a new one. Oscar was well familiar with her squeal of delight. It always came right before she swept him up in a hand to kiss the top of his head or hold him close in a hug.

Oscar really was her favorite. Sometimes, his eyes brimmed with tears when he thought about her. How he was getting used to her.

Used to belonging to her.

And then the day came when that changed.

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“Wake up, little baby!” Noriko’s cheerful greeting preceded her entrance to the room. Oscar opened his eyes and sat up blearily as the lights switched on.

She had something in her hand. Oscar scooted off of his bed cushion to stand just as Noriko reached his dollhouse cage. Her free hand reached out and the glass front swung wide before he could see what she carried with her. Instead, he was gathered up in a gentle fist.

Noriko lifted him out of the cage and Oscar kept his eyes lowered. He squirmed only a little, aiming for more comfort for his arms. The pressure in the slender fingers around him rose and fell in reaction to it. As he rose, a breeze tousled his messy hair (Noriko never could tame it, no matter how often she scrubbed at it with fruity smelling shampoos).

Held before her face, Oscar had a clear view of her fond smile. A sort of sadness touched her eyes and he waited for the reason. Asking never had any effect. She’d say what she wanted to as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

“Oh, my sweet little one, you really are my favorite,” she cooed. Oscar cringed inwardly. He was only her favorite because he was smaller than most and easier to control

He cringed outwardly when her hand moved forward and allowed her to kiss the top of his head as she’d done many times before. Oscar, locked in her fist, could only wince until the brief gesture was over. His stomach flipped as he suddenly descended.

She lowered him towards what he could now see was a small box, made of cardboard and lined at the bottom with a cushion much like the one he slept on. Oscar could do nothing but watch it come closer until he was released a few inches over the cushion for a soft landing. He pushed himself up to his hands and knees and shook his head, dazed by the quick transition.

He collapsed as Noriko picked up the box again. When he looked up, she was sporting an endeared grin. “Oh, little sweetie. You be good for your new mommy, okay?”

Oscar’s eyes widened in confusion and he flinched. The lid of the box, cut with holes for air, was placed on top of his latest prison. His squeak of alarm died in his throat as she began walking again, carrying him away. He had to huddle in one corner to try to avoid being jostled around.

Outside the box, he could hear Noriko and Thomas getting ready. His prison swayed and jolted as they carried him around or set him aside to pick up something else, but he couldn’t see what was going on.

One name came up, and it drowned out everything else, even the car doors slamming and the engine of Thomas’ car purring to life. They were going to meet her.

Mina.

Oscar’s first car ride had been terrifying, trapped in the plastic ice bucket. Then, he hadn’t had any idea where he was going or what might happen to him. The sounds of a car all around him had been foreign and strange reminders of his predicament.

This time, he knew what was next. Noriko and Thomas didn’t exactly talk to him, but when they talked over him he picked up more than enough information. He was for sale. Mina was the human who would buy him. For all of Noriko’s cooing and hugging him, fawning over how cute he was and pinching his face in her fingers, she was eager to make as much money as she could with him.

All that time, he’d tried to ignore it. He was being prepared, like some kind of fancy toy, to be presented to Mina so they could hope for the biggest payout.

For the first few minutes of the car ride, Oscar stared up at the top of his cramped prison. The holes cut there only let in sparse light, and a rare glimpse of Noriko’s face or her straight black hair. The box rocked from side to side every once in a while as she fidgeted with him in hand.

Oscar looked away as the trip wore on. His eyes stung, an all too familiar sensation these days. Tears brimmed and then raced down his cheeks in time with his breathing. He brushed them away on a sleeve, but then more tears burst forth and he sobbed. He couldn’t stop the despairing emotions from crashing over him.

Noriko never noticed his cries. She talked to Thomas, but Oscar drowned out her words. Their voices were like broken glass jabbing at him.

By the time the car came to a stop, Oscar had curled himself into a tiny, shuddering ball. The tears tapered off as he looked up, his eyes sore and scratchy. He always cried more when he thought he couldn’t possibly have tears left. They always came.

Now, he needed to listen. “Do you want to go in with me?” Thomas asked.

To Oscar’s surprise, Noriko’s voice was tight with emotion when she responded. “Ohh, I shouldn’t,” she said, and Oscar’s box lifted up, presumably to be handed off. “I miss him already, Tom.”

“Aww, Nori,” Thomas chided gently, a smile coloring his tone. “Are you sure you’re okay selling this one? It seemed to take a real shine to you. I’m sure Mina would understand.”

“Nooo,” she replied, drawing out the word. “I know I do this every time, but I’m just a foster mommy, really,” she assured him. “He needs to go to someone else who will love him just as much.”

Oscar shuddered and shrank into himself. His chest ached from sobs he couldn’t let out anymore. He didn’t want to go to some other human. He was nothing more than a doll to them. A scared little pet who was too weak to escape.

“Okay,” Thomas replied, still amused. A car door opened. “Be right back.”

Just like that, Noriko was out of Oscar’s life, and he was out of hers. He couldn’t even see the moment, trapped as he was in the box, but the finality in their voices couldn’t be denied.

Now, as Thomas carried him to his next destination, Oscar couldn’t decide if he wished he could stay with the nightmare he knew. Wherever he went next might be better than Noriko’s coddling and treating him like a toy.

He heard the sound of Thomas knocking on a door and shuddered.

It might be worse, too.

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The sound of Thomas knocking at the door died off, leaving him standing in the cooling afternoon air. The distant bustle of people at the out-of-the way hotel the meeting with Mina was set up for reached Oscar in his small box, all the sounds of life in the human world as they went about their day, never knowing the pain he endured.

Cars drove by on the distant road, birds shrieked offense at the restaurant goers that didn't share their food. A placid setting for Oscar's life as it continued spiraling out of his control.

Metal scraped on the inside of the door and a latch clicked open, and the tall door swung wide, a warm grin to greet Thomas at the ready.

"Thomas, dear," Mina said as she beckoned him into the room. "Punctual as always."

Thomas gave a noncommittal grunt in reply as he entered the room hastily. He knew as well as Mina that it was much better for their meeting to be as discreet as possible. “Traffic was on our side,” he quipped once he was inside.

Inside the box held in his hand, Oscar shrank into his corner as far as he could. Thomas was always so casual. His familiar tone with the new human settled ice in Oscar’s middle. The man had done this many times before.

The box suddenly lifted up to eye level and Thomas spoke again. “Nori got a little attached to this one so he might be a little spoiled, but I don’t foresee many problems with him.”

“We can always fix that,” Mina said dismissively. She double-locked the door once more to keep her business private, standard procedure for when she operated out of hotel rooms. It was more low class than she was used to, but whatever got the job done these days.

There was a stylish purse sitting on the small table set to the side of the door, and Mina went over to the bag, slipping an elegantly manicured hand inside. “Let’s take a look at him now, shall we?” she said, her voice steel beneath the deceptive warmth she exuded.

Oscar shuddered, and then let out a startled squeak as the box moved around him yet again. This time, the lid lifted away, bringing more fresh air than the simple holes cut in the top and more light from the motel room’s lamps.

Oscar prepared for a hand to come into view above him, but instead everything outside the box shifted quickly again. He couldn't stop his tumble as it all turned sideways and then upside down, releasing him onto Thomas’ palm instead. He landed with a quiet breath, and then immediately scrambled to curl himself into a protective ball again.

“Definitely an easier one to deal with,” Thomas commented, almost sounding bored. He'd met Mina enough times to have something of a routine with visits like this; this time, he didn't even need to hold the little guy down.

“Mm, yes,” Mina said mildly. She withdrew her hand from her purse, a small pocket magnifier pinched between her fingers. “A very mild one compared to your last batch.”

She leaned in close to Thomas’ hand. “He’s small,” she commented offhand as she beheld the curled ball. “There, there, little gem,” she said softly, reaching her empty hand for him. With expert practice, she managed to get a slim finger into his curl. “No need to be so scared, you won’t be hurt here.”

The words were kind but there was no empathy in her voice. She gently coaxed the tiny guy with her fingers, the magnifier held out so she could see him clearly.

Oscar tried to squirm away, tried to keep himself in his protective curl. It was no use. Even with simple nudging, humans were far more powerful than he, and he found himself pinned and staring up.

The magnifier gave him a startling view of a green eye, cold and not at all interested in his discomfort. He shook and his breathing was ragged, but nothing relented. Oscar hesitantly placed his hands against the finger, giving it a shaky push, but of course he couldn't budge it. He shuddered and ducked his head again.

Mina ignored Oscar’s struggles, going over him with a crucial eye. “He looks healthy enough,” she assessed. “Could probably use a few more meals in him. It’s amazing how little these gems can eat yet they still get by fine.”

One after the other, she pinched each of his arms and both his legs between her fingers to see that he was uninjured. She had enough training in handling the smaller folk to be able to find any surface injuries, though once she reached her destination with him, he would undergo a more rigorous examination to ensure he was worth as much as possible.

“Small but cute,” Mina said. “And a good age. Not many get caught in the prime of their lives.”

Thomas almost chuckled. “Some get lucky. Even this one was skinnier when I first found him,” he admitted. After some time feeding Oscar multiple meals a day, he had finally stopped looking skinny enough to waste away, but not by much. “I think we did him a favor, to be honest.”

Oscar looked up then, an incredulous look on his face. As always with Thomas, he only met indifference. His breathing quickened and tears filled his eyes again. As soon as Mina was done pinching his limbs, he tried to scoot himself away from her hands. “S-stop,” he managed to say, his voice quiet and wavering.

Mina gave no sign that she heard Oscar’s plea. “What’s his name?” she asked briskly, pulling away and closing up the pocket magnifier. This time, she withdrew a small black journal that fit in the palm of her hand, quickly opening it to the middle and brushing aside the red ribbon that marked her place.

The pages were worn and covered in tight script from a steady hand. A fountain pen was next to appear from the bag, and Mina looked expectantly at Thomas.

Thomas glanced down, searching his memory. As usual, Noriko had asked the little thing’s name all of one time and then proceeded to call him little baby or something like it ever since. He barely remembered what it was, but he wouldn't be cruel and pass along the pet name. He shrugged, jostling the little guy on his palm. “Oliver.”

Oscar looked up at Thomas, disbelieving but at the same time not surprised. Thomas had only been in charge of bringing Oscar his food and intimidating him into eating it. Noriko was the one who spent time with him and she'd only asked once.

He turned to watch the pen in motion as the wrong name went into that book, the smallest one he'd ever seen and still too big for him to carry. A protest nearly rose to his throat, but trembling fear stopped it, and instead Oscar covered his face with his hands as more tears came.

“Hey,” Thomas said, curling a finger inward to nudge pointedly at the little guy's back. His voice lacked any sign of real comfort. “Keep it together.”

“You can leave him on the table,” Mina said dismissively as she closed the notebook. More notes would be taken later on, along with the amount paid for him, and in the future, how much she made when she sold him to her foreign clients. She set the pen down overtop the black leather cover.

This time, it was a camera she pulled from her purse, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. The development of digital technology had certainly made life easier when it came to documenting the small folk that got themselves caught.

“How does… Fifty grand sound for him,” Mina said idly as she turned on the camera.

Thomas hummed thoughtfully even as he lowered his hand to the table. His tiny passenger, still covering his face, wasn't prepared for the hand to tilt. He tumbled again, landing on hands and knees while Thomas deliberated.

Oscar looked up tentatively while the answer came. “He did take a little work to get him healthier. And like you said, not many are caught in their prime. Fifty five.”

Oscar pushed himself to his feet and shuffled backwards. The cold demeanor from both humans was almost tangible. His gaze fell to the camera in Mina’s hand and he shuddered. Cameras were bad news for someone like him. He took a few more steps backwards.

A huge hand dropped behind him and Oscar squeaked in surprise. Thomas pointedly pushed him back to where he'd dumped him to the table. “Don't wander,” rumbled overhead, and Oscar winced, but didn't try to step back again.

Mina appeared to consider as she pointed the camera at Oscar-- or Oliver, as she knew him. The device whirred to life, the lens slipping out from between two sliding planes of metal as the glass eye winked at Oscar in the light.

The camera flashed, and Mina was putting it away in her purse. “I suppose for one so tame it will be worth it,” she commented. “Very well. Fifty-five.”

Oscar covered his eyes too late for the flash, blinded for a few seconds. Even after his time in captivity, his eyes were more adjusted to the dark within the walls and floorboards back at the motel. He couldn’t have prepared for the sudden burst of light aimed right at him when he was stuck staring nervously at the camera’s eye.

“We have a deal,” Thomas said, already taking most of his attention off Oscar. Oscar glanced up, hearing the greed in the man’s voice. Whatever was happening to him was almost over, and soon he’d belong to Mina instead. Thomas solidified it with a smirk and an added “Appreciate your business, as always.”

The transaction had happened so quickly. Too fast, too sudden, much like humans always were. Oscar brushed more tears away from his eyes and his legs wobbled until he fell to his knees on the table. He could try to run now, while the humans were dealing with that precious paper they loved so much, but something told him his luck wouldn’t allow it. He could only watch.

“Keep bringing me little gems like this one and you’ll keep being rewarded,” Mina assured him. The last item to come out of her purse was a thick stack of unmarked bills, provided by her benefactors for just this purpose. “You can let Noriko know he’ll have a good home… in time.” She held out the cash.

That drew a chuckle out of Thomas as he took the money. “She’ll perk right up in no time,” he assured. Then, he idly set the box Oscar arrived in on the table so he could count his money and stash it in a pocket. The box landed barely a few inches away, and Oscar flinched away from it with a startled noise.

Immediately after his reaction, Oscar couldn't resist the temptation to crawl behind the box, putting it between himself and the towering humans. With an imaginary shield in place, his breathing shuddered and he choked on more sobs. What would be a familiar motel room setting loomed around him, a faraway ceiling and unfamiliar decor pressing in on him.

Thomas’ shadow on the wall made its way towards the door, and Oscar's eyes stung again.
5 - Changing Hands (Sad Oscar AU)
Here's a longer chapter, still with as much worry and uncertainty for poor little Oscar. Huge thanks to nightmares06 for her cameo in the role of Mina Chandler.


Sad Oscar Gallery )
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There was laughter in the other room.

Oscar looked up from where he sat curled up on his bed, startled by the sudden burst of noise. Noriko was watching TV out there, enjoying her favorite show. Oscar never knew what made her laugh so much, but so long as it kept her attention away from him for a while, he liked it. Whenever Noriko paid him attention, she wanted to hold him in her hands constantly, poking at him or petting his messy hair.

He hated it. He hated it so much, but he knew better than to think things would be any different. Oscar was just her latest favorite doll.

His prison proved it. When Noriko was bored with him, she put him away in a wooden box with a glass front, all designed to look like a room in a house. A dollhouse with him on display at all times.

In one corner there was a round cushion, meant to be his bed. There was a doll couch facing the front glass wall, and to the side opposite the bed was a table and a chair. The walls themselves were decorated with cheap patterned paper. Oscar wished he could find an escape through that tattered wallpaper like he could in a real room.

Instead, he could only lounge around in the miniature room, staring sullenly through the glass front wall. The room beyond was the very same one where he’d tried to make his escape under the floorboards those weeks ago. He knew better now. Every entrance he might find to the walls could be a trap, and it wasn’t worth getting hurt again.

His ankle had only just healed, and the memory of the pain it caused him made him curl up tighter on his cushion. Noriko laughed again in the other room.

Oscar had no idea how many people like him had spent time in that workroom. Noriko made a hobby of them, measuring them for clothes that she made herself. She played with them by corralling them between her hands, watching them try to get past. Oscar knew because it was her favorite game with him.

Even now, he wore a new outfit made for him by her delicate sewing work. It was more cumbersome than the clothes he always made for himself, but those had been too ratty, she said. Too plain. Oscar had watched his hard work get thrown out in the trash after she made him change.

It was a good fit, but the fabric was thicker than he was used to. Oscar found it stiff and unwieldy, hard to move around. It worked well for the humans keeping him captive.

He shifted where he sat, turning away from that depressing glass wall. Even though he knew Noriko would be back at least one more time before going to bed herself, he lay down on his cushion. Teary eyes traced the simple pattern on the wallpaper until it blurred and he had to blink.

Oscar wasn’t hungry anymore. He wasn’t cold or desperate for supplies anymore. He had someone around that seemed to care, in her own terrifying way, when he was injured or scared. These were all things that he thought he wanted.

If this was how his prayers were answered, he didn’t want to wish for anything ever again.
4 - No More Wishes (Sad Oscar AU)
I forgot to post one yesterday. Oops. And this one's so short to wait for OTL
There will be another tomorrow for sure. For now, here's another snippet of Oscar's life with miss Noriko. Poor little guy... 



Sad Oscar Gallery )
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Oscar stumbled, but he barely hit the floor before he scrambled back up and kept running. Everything in him focused forward, across the long expanse of hardwood flooring. He ignored the rumbling in the floor and the gaping space overhead, unfamiliar surroundings all looming in his periphery. He didn’t know this house, but he didn’t need to in order to recognize an avenue of escape.

It was the only chance he had.

They’d taken his bag. Tossed it out with the trash, no matter how much he wished they wouldn’t. It was only shabby cloth to them. Worthless.

To Noriko and her obedient boyfriend, Oscar was the one of value. A high priced little doll that needed to be fixed up and made perfect. They didn’t care how much he wept.

The first chance at escape came when Noriko left him out on her work table to go and fix herself a snack. She was so assured that he was trapped up there that she’d set him down on the middle of the surface without even a word to him after holding him up to her eyes, turning him this way and that.

From what Oscar understood, he and other smaller folk like him were a hobby to the dark-haired woman. She cooed over him and told him how precious he was, but she never treated him like a person. He had to escape.

Climbing down a table leg without the aid of his safety pin and string was difficult and risky, but Oscar hadn’t had a choice. Desperation had kept him safe for the haphazard slide all the way down to the floor, and he’d hit the ground running. He had to get himself out of sight before she came back.

He was a few feet away from a rolling stand raised off the ground a few inches by squeaky wheels when her footsteps returned to the room. “Oh, shit!” Noriko’s girly voice boomed overhead. Oscar flinched and it spurred him onward. Something clattered and more tremors stomped through the floor.

Oscar dove under the stand just in time for one of Noriko’s socked feet to land nearby. He pushed himself back to his feet and scurried to the back of the rolling cabinet near the wall, only turning to look at her when he reached the baseboard.

A curtain of black hair came into view before finally part of her face blocked everything else beyond the heavy stand. One eye bore into him and Oscar shuddered. Noriko had a way of smiling, appearing as cheerful as ever, while ice stabbed out of her expression. This was one of those times.

“Awww, who’s a little stinker?” she cooed. “You’re getting yourself all dusty, little baby. Why don’t you come out and we can rinse you off? I won’t even put you in time out if you come out right now.”

Oscar winced. ‘Time out,’ as she called it in that saccharine voice of hers, was an old pill bottle with holes cut in the lid. Oscar had yet to earn any time locked up in the cramped container, but it had been made clear to him what could earn him a stay.

An escape attempt meant at least half a day trapped in that bottle. Oscar would have no hope of getting out if he was stuck in there.

Still, he didn’t move to come out. This was his only chance to get away.

While Noriko kept her eye on him, Oscar glanced around for a new escape route. He knew she could move the cabinet if she wanted to get to him. He needed a better place to hide, somewhere out of reach. If she got a hand on him, it was over.

Just when he thought he wouldn’t find a way out of this mess, he spotted it. A hole in the old floorboard from a knot in the wood. It was barely more than an inch wide, but Oscar could tell that it bore all the way through.

The floorboards. If he could escape to the internals of the house, Noriko would never catch sight of him again.

“Don’t!” her voice ordered even as he dashed for the hole in the floor. Oscar shuddered but ignored her warning.

He almost tripped over his own feet to reach it. Right as he crouched by the opening to peer in, Noriko’s face disappeared from the gap at the front of Oscar’s current shelter. He had no time. He scooted forwards and slipped into the knot feet first. The wood floor groaned as the cabinet shifted ominously on its wheels.

Oscar was a skinny little guy. He didn’t need to make effort to fit, while the huge furniture overhead moved. He dropped out of sight before the human woman could get the stand out of the way with a loud rumbling of its wheels on the wooden boards.

Noriko swore loudly overhead, and Oscar fell a distance almost twice his own height. The dark under the floor welcomed him like an old friend. Relief welled up in him until he hit the ground.

Pain flared through his ankle, weak after years of fighting to get enough food. Oscar landed in a heap and stifled a squeal of pain. The wooden ceiling several inches above him rumbled with Noriko’s resentful stomps.

Oscar reached a shaky hand to brush over his ankle and foot. It stung when he touched it, and there was already swelling around the most painful spots, but his cloth wraps kept it steady through the pain.

Just a sprain. He groaned and pushed himself up to his feet while in the distance Noriko called for her boyfriend.

He wasn’t out yet. He couldn’t stop running until he was far from those two.

The first hobbled steps nearly knocked him over again. Oscar grimaced and stayed upright through sheer determination.

Under the floorboards was a thick layer of dust, rained down from above over the years. Thick support beams ran in rows, creating walls on either side of Oscar. He glanced behind and found more supports. The nearest wall was barred from him.

He’d have to trek across the long passageway under the room where Noriko did her work. She and her boyfriend would be right overhead the whole way, unseen giants looking for him. Angry at him.

Fear and a pounding heart drove him on, despite the slow progress on his hurt ankle. Pain pulsed up his leg with every step, preventing a full run no matter how much he tried to hurry himself along. No gaps showed in the support boards on either side, and Oscar needed to find one soon.

The earthquakes were coming back.

“He got in the floor,” Noriko explained, her disappointed voice muffled by the ceiling of wood over Oscar’s head. Some boards creaked under the humans’ weight.

“Lemme guess,” her boyfriend said, amusement in his tone. “Left him up on the table? You know they’re good climbers, Nori.”

There was a sound of a playful slap on a shoulder “Just get him out, please?”

Oscar limped faster. The floor overhead creaked and groaned as the huge human man crossed the room. If he were to glance behind, he was sure he’d see the light from the knot in the wood winking out under a massive shadow.

Oscar was over halfway across the room from there. They’d never find him once he got into the walls on the other side. He was so close.

Or so he thought.

Up ahead was a sight that made the blood rush out of Oscar’s face. Cold fear washed over him.

Wedged in between the support boards was another block of wood, perpendicular to the rest. It blocked passage further in the room, and Oscar could tell from looking at it that it’d be too heavy to push even if he didn’t have an injured ankle.

There was a smiley face scratched into it with faded ink.

A trap. The floor was a trap.

Oscar stood frozen, favoring one leg. The humans moved around above him. They were ready for him to attempt an escape. Noriko never once worried about losing track of him. Humans were more powerful and that inked smiley face bore into him while heavy footsteps approached overhead. Tears stung in his eyes.

A wrenching sound tore through the air and light burst down on him. Oscar looked up in shock and tried to throw himself backwards, out of the light, as Noriko’s boyfriend pulled a floorboard right out of its base.

Oscar’s ankle protested, and he fell. Seconds later, a hand snatched in at him, and he was pinned. The dust dug into his cheek from the pressure on his back.

Then, the powerful fingers dragged him backwards. Oscar swept through the dust until fingertips the size of his head pinched the back of his shirt. With no further warning, they yanked him upwards.

Oscar tried to curl into himself as much as he could as he soared up out of the floor in a precarious grip. The room whirled around him and the floor waited below as the man held him up.

It didn’t take long for Noriko to snatch him in a fist and wrench him away. As her hand closed around him, Oscar finally yelped in pain.

“Oh, no, baby,” Noriko cooed, whisking Oscar up towards her face. She opened her fist to cradle Oscar in both hands, and all he could see through the jostling pain was her eyes and the straight black curtain of her hair.

“Did Thomas hurt you, little sweetie?” she prompted. Oscar shuddered and tried to curl into a ball on her palm. A single finger nudged at him and forced him to uncurl again. “Tell me where you’re hurt.” There was no room for defiance in her tone.

Oscar sniffled and realized there were tears spilling from his eyes and tracking through the dust on his face. He shook all over, fear thrumming in every nerve. He really was just a little pet doll to these people. They knew he’d go for an escape and had a trap for him in there. It was all so overwhelming and he sobbed quietly.

Noriko expected an answer, so he lifted a shaky hand to brush at his eyes. His tears were grainy with dust, and his cheek stung from dragging along the ground. He met her dramatically concerned gaze and then pointed to his sprained ankle without a word.

She gasped and held him even closer so she could observe the swelling. If he wanted, Oscar could reach up and touch her face from so close. Instead, he lay down in her hands and covered his face while more sobs shook his little shoulders.

“Ohhhh my gosh,” Noriko whispered, her voice almost breaking. “Thomas, you hurt him!”

Thomas grunted noncommittally. The floorboard clattered back into place. “He coulda got that any time after he scampered off. Lease now he won’t run off so easy.”

“Oh, you’re so awful,” Noriko scolded. Oscar hiccupped. Her voice was so loud and close.

A fingertip nudged at his side and rolled him over again. Noriko took advantage of Oscar’s surprised flail to unfold his fearful curl and pin him to her palm with a thumb. She walked out of the room, looking him over with pity. Oscar held back a whimper of pain and defeat while more quiet tears came.

“Oh, sweet pea,” Noriko said quietly. “Don’t worry. Mama’s gonna get you all cleaned up and then we can put some ice on it. Gotta help you heal up right for when it’s time to meet Mina.”

Oscar shivered as Noriko reached the sink in her cluttered kitchen. That name had come up again. Mina. Oscar didn’t know who she was. Just another human.

The water turned on with a metallic squeal of the faucet, and crashed into the chrome basin of the sink. Oscar pushed other thoughts away. His focus fixed on the water as Noriko, still cradling him in one hand, moved him inexorably towards the relentless stream.

He held his breath and closed his eyes tight.

It was all he could do.
3 - Floorboards (Sad Oscar AU)
We get to see how controlling and sinister Noriko is, no matter how bubbly she acts. :c

Oscar gave it his best, the poor little guy.

Sad Oscar Gallery )
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Oscar never did adjust to the darkness inside the ice bucket. No light leaked in past the lid, giving him nothing. Even inside the walls, some light made it in. He was adapted to make use of it like no human ever could, but now even he was blinded.

He was curled into a tight ball, covering his ears to block the sounds from outside. An engine rumbled and a radio blared. Oscar’s own heart pounded. No matter what, he couldn’t protect himself from that noise out there. It was unfamiliar from so close.

Everything was a reminder that he’d been taken away from his home.

Life in the Knight’s Inn motel wasn’t easy. Oscar had to fight for survival almost every day. When he wasn’t critically low on food, the draft was enough to chill his tiny bones. From waking up to burrowing into his nest of blankets to sleep, Oscar worked hard. He spent his time collecting supplies, or sitting in his ringbox chair to weave and sew.

It was all gone now. Now he was at the mercy of a human and no help was coming.

His cheeks were dry and scratchy from the many tears that had already leaked from his eyes. He had his eyes shut tight to hold back more, but they escaped in spite of his efforts. Oscar sobbed in time with his breathing and tried to think of a silver lining. Something about his situation had to have a good side.

He couldn’t think of one.

Bumps in the road jostled him, but Oscar always found his way back into his desperate curl. It was all he could think to do to protect himself, though he knew it made him a coward. He could be trying to find a way out, but in his heart he knew there was none. It comforted him more to huddle into himself and hide in his own thoughts.

Thus he traveled for hours, leaving his home far behind. Farther than he’d ever be able to travel on his own, all while stuck in the dark confines of a stolen ice bucket. He doubted the human cared, if he was willing to steal an entire person, too, three and a quarter inches tall or not.

At length, the movement came to an end, along with the loud sounds of the engine and the radio. Oscar’s ears rang with the sudden absence, but then he choked on a yelp as the bucket moved. His captor grabbed it up and soon enough, the sound of the car was replaced by the sound of heavy footsteps.

He curled up more fervently, making himself as tiny as he could. His body quivered from the strain and the fear, and his stomach quailed. He was fortunate that he hadn’t yet eaten that day, or he might have been sick already.

The steps carried him through a new door, and when it slammed behind the human, Oscar could feel the vibration in his whole body. He winced, and then flinched again as the human shouted across the house he’d arrived in.

“Nori! Where are ya?” he called.

Another voice answered from somewhere, and the steps resumed. Oscar logged away the hollow sound of the steps. Hardwood floors, with plenty of space beneath them. Floorboards made a great hiding place for people like him, since humans had difficulty getting to them without destroying their home.

“What is it?” the other voice said, closer this time. A woman, from the sound of things.

Oscar squeaked when his prison slammed down onto a surface. His captor answered, sounding prouder than ever. “Check out what I found for us, Noriko.”

Oscar received no further warning before the lid above him lifted away at last with a scraping of plastic. Light burst in and he shut his eyes tight against the sudden onslaught. He flinched away from the face looming overhead, curtained by sheets of straight black hair.

Noriko moved even faster than her companion. Before Oscar could register that her hand was in his field of vision, slender fingers had wrapped around him. She yanked him out of the bucket and shoved the plastic container away absently.

Oscar found himself trapped in a fist before a pair of dark eyes that pierced right through him. Noriko looked interested, but as she looked him over, a frown appeared on her lips. Her grip on Oscar shifted and he suddenly found himself with a thumb against his stomach and two fingers against his back.

Once again, he was lucky he didn’t have anything in his stomach to make him sick. He planted his hands against her thumb and winced, curling up with the pain of her careless grip.

“He’s really skinny,” she pointed out critically, glancing past him at the man standing across the table. “You’ll have to make sure to fatten him up at least a little or she’ll think we sold her a sick one again.”

“I will, Nori, it’s not like she can show up instantly anyway, we’ll get him ready. This one’s exactly the kind she wants,” he replied. Oscar looked between the two of them, confused and wishing he had the bravery to ask who ‘she’ was.

Noriko smiled, a girlish expression that had no place on such a frightening face. Oscar’s breathing raced and he closed his eyes when she focused on him again. That gaze instilled in him a sense that he was little more than a fun new possession to her.

“He is a cutie,” she pointed out. A fingertip forced its way under his chin and tilted his head back. Oscar opened his eyes wide and gasped with pain. “Almost a shame to let him go, he’d look so cute in a little dollhouse.”

“Nori,” the man chided. “With the money from this one, we can get you a dozen cute dolls that you don’t even have to look after when you don’t want to.”

Noriko smiled again and lowered her hand. Oscar was released to the table in front of her with a surprised huff as he landed. The hand settled next to him, fingertips drumming the surface absently while she answered. “I guess you’re right,” she sighed.

Oscar pushed himself to his feet, his legs shaky and sore. He had his head tilted back to watch the humans, who weren’t looking at him for the moment. The man smiled excitedly at Noriko and grabbed the ice bucket from the table. “So, how’d I do?” he asked.

She tilted her head and pouted her lips coyly. Oscar sidled away from her hand, only for that dark gaze to slide down to him. Noriko’s hand casually swept him up again and he squeaked and squirmed in her grip. She ignored his efforts and didn’t release him no matter how he tried to wriggle free. A thumb pressed against his cheek teasingly. “He’s darling. I’ll have to measure him for a new outfit later. You did good, honey.”

Oscar shuddered and more tears raced down his cheeks. The human lifted him up and he sucked in a gasp, and then her grip opened up. His yelp of fear cut off as he landed back on the man’s palm. “Now go put him away for now, you got back in time for our show.”

Oscar covered his head with his hands as the fingers arced overhead until they closed in a fist around him. A voice, so disinterested in him and his fear, rumbled all around. “Be right back.”
2 - A New Doll (Sad Oscar AU)
Introducing miss Noriko. Poor Oscar does not like this new hoomin any better than the first one. :C

"But he's so cute!"

Sad Oscar Gallery )
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3 Character Meme Thing

Journal Entry: Mon Mar 20, 2017, 7:23 PM


MythrilMog  Made me do it :V

Everyone else got super deep with their reasoning on this one but I'm just kinda wingin' it here. Some are better fits than others, but it was fun trying to come up with characters that matched!

Bowman Leafwing
Aang Bowman by PL1

Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender
Bowman really really loves to fly, and a lot of his culture centers around freedom and being in tune with one's own spirituality. Aang's probably a lot stricter than Bowman is about his cultural practices, but in the end they both share a deep love for their people and where they came from.

Makar Bowman by PL1

Makar - The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker
Smol, check. Forest spirit, check. Leaves, check. Tendency to get into hecka trouble, CHECK.
The Koroks are some of my favorite little guys out of a Zelda game, because I love little forest spirits. Makar more or less fits Bowman's ability to find trouble and also to space cadet his way through some things.

Bilbo Bowman by PL1

Bilbo Baggins - The Hobbit
Bowman loves his home, and is most comfortable in his own neck of the woods. He doesn't ask for big adventures in his life, and he would prefer if changes were more convenient and easier to deal with. However, this doesn't mean he is unable to be brave and loyal, and even take up arms if he needs to. He's clever and quick, so all in all Bilbo is a decent match for him.



Jacob Andris
Phil Jacob by PL1
Agent Phil Coulson - Marvel Cinematic Universe
Jacob kinda goes with what's in front of him even if it feels like he's in over his head. He also appropriately hero-worships people who are badass.

Xander Jacob by PL1

Xander Harris - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Jacob is the normal guy among a bunch of people who have special abilities (no matter that they're all very leetle compared to him). It gives him a kind of acceptance and awe of what he deals with when he's around them, but at the same time he wouldn't want to change that dynamic for the world.

Pipsqueak Jacob by PL1

Pipsqueak - Avatar: The Last Airbender
Big.

Bonus for Jacob:
Alice Jacob by PL1

Alice - Alice in Wonderland
Reasons. nightmares06 LaEscritora 
(I won't be too much of a cryptic butt here - I just keep throwing scenarios at Jacob where he's a size he does not want to be, and I'll leave it at that )


Rischa Songbird
Rue Rischa by PL1
Rue - Hunger Games
Aside from being a good face/voice claim for Rischa, Amandla Stenberg's portrayal of Rue is just the right kind of perceptive but quiet cutie that Rischa is. She is a very mature kid, owed in part to her own unique gifts and to the events of Bowman of Wellwood. Within the narrative, she's also a character who is very dear to the protagonist and who comes to have her own powerful role separate from how he sees her.

Sapphire Rischa by PL1
Sapphire - Steven Universe
The calm, wise one of the group. Also very smol but elegant as sin. Beautiful singing voice.

Mipha Rischa by PL1

Mipha - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Rischa is a healer. She's also soft-spoken and kind, a lot like Mipha. The hero of the story wouldn't make it far without her.



Elias Dawn
Cheshire Elias by PL1
The Cheshire Cat - Alice in Wonderland
The grin, and the love of being where there's trouble/mischief. Elias, being a trickster, can't resist mischief sometimes. Literally, it's in his DNA, he's gotta pull a prank.

Amethyst Elias by PL1

Amethyst - Steven Universe
Elias is very fun loving and relaxed on the surface, but there are times when he struggles with who he is and what is part is in things. He has trouble finding reasons to just exist without these worries dragging him down. He also loves to shapeshift, a part of his trickster nature and also a way to escape the heavy feelings by simply becoming someone/something else.

Trickster Elias by PL1

Trickster/Gabriel - Supernatural
This one's kind of obvious. Trickster, trickster. XD Sometimes Elias' pranks can get mean-spirited and he loses track of the fact that his mischief should not override basic decency.

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coalwhite Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Do you know what this world needs more of? Brothers Together. As in, pick up ten or so years later with the boys returning to the Knights Inn and finding Oscar still there.
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PL1 Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Ha, yes! There'd be so much emotion in a reunion like that
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coalwhite Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
*rubs hands together in a plotting manner* So what does it take to make this happen? Hm? Llamas? Points? Begging with puppy eyes? 🐶
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PL1 Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Ha, well, I'd say the best way is to vote in the poll that nightmares06 sets up to decide which posts next. We don't say which AU each title belongs to, but there's always a chance you'll be able to deduce a few things just from looking.

You can find the poll linked from the Brothers Apart blog:
brothersapart.tumblr.com/post/…

I would also recommend following that blog if you don't already, it's a good place to get news on what stories are going up, as well as a few drabbles and excerpts from future stories ... and you never know when Oscar will show up in any of those things XD
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RandomGTEnthusuast Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2017
What's your Tumblr? I need to know!
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PL1 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
My main is neonthebright.tumblr.com/ but that one doesn't get as much gt stuff on it. I post writing stuff on neonthewrite.tumblr.com/ and a lot of it ends up being gt. :) 
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RandomGTEnthusuast Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
THANK YOU!
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kopelowitz Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch, fren. :"")
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PL1 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
No problem, we can just pretend I remembered to do that a lot earlier, right? ;>>  I'm notoriously forgetful in all things :faint:
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kopelowitz Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
All is forgiven :)
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