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clumsiestgiantess · 8 months

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The fourth and last part of the Miniature Cabin series! This thing started out as a random silly idea, look how far it’s come!

I woke up feeling cold, but only one leg is cold. Blearily, my vision cleared. A bag of ice rests around my right leg. Moving to sit up, I flinch at the pain in my arm. It’s not nearly as bad as before. I hold it out in front of me to examine. My forearm’s been carefully wrapped in a bandage that looks a little too big on me. A very small spot of blood had seeped through the stretchy material. A door opened beyond my view and I tensed, expecting Casey to saunter in and scold me for disappearing. However, it’s a much friendlier face that soon fills my vision. “Rey?” I whisper, voice groggy. His worried look softens, and he sits down on the bed beside me.

One look around the room and I realize we’re in a hotel. I’d been placed on a nightstand while I was unconscious. Gingerly, Rey bent down and nudged the ice pack over, revealing my much less swollen leg. “Dani, I.. I'm so happy you’re alright. You scared me yesterday; I wasn’t sure what even happened.” “Yesterday?” I ask, glancing through the window. It was too far away for me to see anything but the sky and the tops of trees. “Is that how long I’ve been asleep?” Rey nodded. “I- I thought you were dead. Twice! The police… They told me you and the cabin you wanted to sell were missing! They asked me if I knew where you were, but once I told them I haven't talked to you in over a year, they left before telling me anything else. How are you here? What are you doing here? Why are you.. so small?”

His last few words came out in a light exhale, gently reaching out to stroke the side of my uninjured arm. I shuddered at his touch, but in a good way. My brain finally seemed to process that I’m safe now, and I relished the feeling. “It’s a long story,” I told him once he drew his hand back. “How are you here, though?” Rey gestured to the empty bed beside him. “I’m on vacation with a friend, but he had to go back early. Something to do with his work. Luckily he convinced me to stay instead of going back early with him.” I nodded vehemently.

“So, I guess you have time for the whole story, then?” He nodded at me to continue, and I told him everything. I told him my theories about the cabin and my uncle; I told him how careless Casey was with me; I even told him about how frightened and helpless I felt being trapped so tiny.

“Do you.. still feel that way?” “Hmm?” Do you still feel that insignificant?” Rey asked me gently. I took a long breath and held it before letting it out with a sigh. “Yeah. It's… It isn’t fun. I really could’ve died on that boardwalk if you weren’t there by chance to save me. Even then — you almost stepped on me.” A horrified look briefly dashed across his face before it fell back into concern. “I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t see you, but I heard you and-“ “It’s alright,” I stopped him, “There’s no way you could’ve known I’d be practically beneath you.” Rey nodded slowly, “So.. Do you think there’s any way to get you back to your real size?”

“I… I really hope so.” Rey slid off the side of the bed and knelt in front of me. His gigantic worried face filled my entire view. I waited hopefully as his hand came close, but he brought it back to his chest at the last second. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be this close to you, should I? I- I don’t want you to see me as another version of your captor. I’m your friend; you know me, even if it’s been a while. I don’t want to scare you.” “I do know you,” I said, leaning forward with my good arm outstretched. “Please, I just.. I need someone I can trust right now.” I surprised even myself with how desperate I sounded.

“Please,” I repeated with a steadier voice. Hesitation was still ingrained in his features, but his hand slid gently closer until his fingers were tucked around me. In a moment, I was lifted over the edge of the bedside table and brought up to his chest. Wary of my leg, Rey managed to keep me held close. I nearly started crying. I still feel small pressed against him, his heart loudly thundering along beneath his skin, but this is by far the safest I’ve felt in a very long time. “It’ll be ok,” Rey’s voice rumbled softly from above. “You don’t have to worry about feeling out of place anymore, or- or being starved anymore. I’m taking you home. We can go right now if you want.” Home. I’m going home! Yesterday it seemed so unobtainable; now I can be there tomorrow if I want. And trust me, I do want. Like, a LOT. But I can barely put weight on my leg. The thought of going out again right now scares me.

“Tomorrow,” I told him as he held me out in front of his face. “I want to heal up a bit first.” Rey nodded, “Is there anything else you need?” With him here, I don’t need a single thing, but I didn’t tell him that. I just shook my head. He sat me back down and re-bandaged my arm. My cut looks awful, but there really isn’t much I can do. I wouldn’t dare go to a hospital. If I don’t even have the courage to go to the one place I want to be, there’s no way I’ll be brave enough to go to some random building and be poked and prodded by doctors the size of skyscrapers. Hell no. Rey seems to know what he’s doing. I trust him, and that’s plenty. We ordered in and watched a bit of hotel tv before calling it a night.

“Here you are,” Rey said, laying out a face towel on the tabletop beside me. “This’ll have to do as a bed for now.” I obediently tucked myself in, but as I watched his larger-than-life form slip under the covers, I got a devious idea. “Reyyy!” I worked up my best whine. “This towel is too scratchy!” He sighed and rolled over to face me. “Is it?” his tired voice replied. “What would you rather sleep on instead?” I pretended to think for a moment. “Can I sleep on a pillow?” “Like on the table?” “No! I’d fall off! Like in the bed, with.. you?” The room was quiet for a split second. “Oh, you don’t have to share it with me! We have two beds.” Damnit, I forgot about that. I was transferred from the table to the other empty bed. Although my plan is ruined, this pillow is actually really soft. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s definitely better than what I had.

I think that was the soundest I’d ever slept. At last my mind is at ease. I can’t remember the last time there wasn’t something eating away at me from the back of my brain. Over the course of the following morning, I continued being sneaky. I decided to start the day by letting Rey believe my leg was still too painful to walk on. Of course it still hurts awfully, but I can manage getting around if I really have to. Still, it’s much funner to let Rey carry me places. He wouldn’t dare say no to tiny helpless me. Finally, I found an advantage with my new height. God, things would’ve been so much easier if I’d been shrunk with someone I knew. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. I probably wouldn’t even realize there are things I should be worried about.

The first few times I had him move me around, Rey was a bit reluctant. My story from the day before about being so awfully mishandled must’ve got to him. However, he became more at ease with the idea as the day went on. By lunchtime he was sitting on the bed booking an early return flight, with me lounging across his pillow right beside him. The scale made things a bit overwhelming, but it also made me giddy. I’m so close to him! Sure I’ve probably sat closer to him than this at my actual height, but being small makes everything seem that much more impossible. The fact that I’m this close is- “Dani, should we book this flight here and leave now? Or should I try to get a later one? I know your leg still hurts; should we wait a bit?” He’s so sweet! I’m glad that hasn’t changed since the day I met him. I feel bad for lying to him, though.

“My leg is actually feeling a bit better,” I told Rey offhandedly, hoping he wouldn’t be too confused as to why I had him bring me around. “It is?” Shifting himself so he was facing me, I exhaled happily as he brushed a finger lightly down my leg. His gaze drifted up and held mine. He was searching for something, and I tried to look innocent. “So, should I book the earlier flight? If we take the later one, we’ll probably have to sleep on the plane.” Sleep on the plane, huh? There’s not even a bed on the plane, much less a spare one for me. “No, do the later one. I’m still a bit nervous about going outside. There’ll be less people then.” That part I can’t be guilty about. I genuinely am scared of being around so many people at that airport.

“Alright, we’ll take the later one.” He finished booking the flight. “But I should still get to packing, anyways.” I let him do his thing while I watched more tv from the bed. It was playing some wildlife show where a ranger was catching people illegally hunting in protected woods. I was so entertained by it, I didn’t even look up once Rey was finished packing. That was until he sat next to me. It’s so nice not having to fear someone who can obviously overpower me. I cautiously made my way to his side and lay with my back resting on the side of his leg. At his low chuckle, I glanced all the way up to find him smiling down at me. I swear my face grew bright pink.

“You ready for the big trip?” “I think so,” I replied. “Do you have a plan for sneaking me in?” Rey nodded, sitting up slowly to allow me time to get off. “I’ll wear these,” he held up a pair of baggy sweatpants with large pockets. “You should fit in here, right?” “I don’t know, why don’t you put them on and we’ll find out?” I foolishly hoped he’d exchange his shorts for the sweatpants right then and there, but he took everything into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Another plan foiled.

When he did come back, he came over and stood beside the bed, leaning down at an awkward angle so the opening of his pocket was even with the edge of the bed. I made my way to the side and peered down into the dark before glancing back up at him. “I’ll fit, but I won’t like it.” “I’m sorry I have to sneak you around this way, but-” “I know, I know; trust me, I’d much rather be hidden than stay out in the open.” Before I knew it, it was time to go. I tried sliding in, but it only ended up hurting my leg, which landed painfully on the seam of the pocket. Rey’s hand dove in after me as I yelped and hoisted me up just slightly until I could settle my leg in a more comfortable position.

Anxiety prickled in my chest as he stepped out of the hotel room. Rey assured me the pocket didn’t look strange from the outside, but I was still worried someone might catch me shifting around. The feeling worsened to an almost painful level when we arrived at the airport. It was so loud, and Rey was constantly on the move, jostling me this way and that. By the time we got to customs, I felt a panic attack springing on me. Thankfully, Rey must’ve noticed something was wrong, because in a moment his hand slid down from above. Gigantic fingers laced around me, and his thumb gently rubbed circles into my back. I took a few long breaths then leaned into his touch. It was like the opposite of Casey’s. Their touch was the cause of my panic attacks. Rey’s is the cure.

He had to take his hand away for a bit to get everything sorted out outside. There was a brief moment where I feared the scanning machines would somehow detect me being snuck in, and I lay as flat as I could to be sure the pocket looked empty. But I realized shortly afterward that they were searching for metal and other dangerous substances, not another living thing. The moment we were out of the TSA line, his hand slid back in. I wasn’t as scared as before, but I don’t think Rey’s even doing it for me anymore. His touch seems more absent-minded than the more purposeful way he’d calmed me down earlier. The pads of his fingers traced down my good arm before slowly expanding to other places. My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as his touch wandered the rest of me. It slid down my legs, across my stomach… Gently, he fiddled around with each of my limbs, finding each joint and rolling it carefully between two fingers.

After messing with my unhurt ankle, his finger traced the inside of my leg. I shuddered, but he was too preoccupied with whatever was going on outside to even notice. Slowly it drifted higher and higher, up my thigh and then… I gasped as his finger slipped right over my crotch. It was light and distracted, searching me just like this was any other spot. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. He pinched my abdomen between his fingers and stroked it for a bit. My breaths came out in small huffs. Does he even know what he’s doing to me? Not that I mind it, but still.

Eventually his fingers wandered elsewhere, sliding higher to fidget with my arm instead. My heartbeat only calmed down almost fifteen minutes later. Moments after finally coming to a stop, Rey’s hand slid out of the pocket in a sudden jolt. He had just sat down, and probably realized that he’d been messing with me. The next thing I knew, he was peering down at me from high above, pulling the pocket open slightly. “Are you ok? I- I didn’t know I was doing that! I’m so sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He held his voice at a whisper so he wouldn’t attract attention, and his concerned expression confirmed that he really hadn’t intended for any of that, nor did he know what was happening, which left me with a weird mixture of relief and remorse. “I’m alright!” I whisper-yelled back to him, “It was- It was comforting. Definitely.. umm… took my mind off things.”

Rey took my answer at that and let the pocket fall closed again. For the rest of the hour, I sat there alone. Though it’s certainly embarrassing as hell, I kinda want his wandering touch on me again. It certainly is distracting me from my anxiety. The plane boarded and Rey got up again. After a few minutes, I purposely shuffled myself around a bit. Sure enough, his hand slid back down. It was much less absent this time, though. Nevertheless, I settled over his hand as he held still in slight surprise. While he waited to board, I busied myself with folding each of his fingers around me until I was so giddy I could’ve screamed. Unfortunately, Rey did need his hand back. But just before buckling in, he bent down like he was getting something and whispered to me. “You uhh, you really like having my hand in there with you?” I nodded eagerly, knowing he could feel it against himself. “Will you be alright if I go back to.. to uhh…” “To using me as a fidget toy?” I asked happily, “Yes, please!”

Rey let out a startled laugh which he quickly covered with a small cough. “It’s just, I usually have something small to fidget with in my pocket anyways, so I- I hope you don’t mind that the small thing is you today.” I do not mind at all. I felt higher than the plane as his fingers slid up and down the sides of my body, and as the ride continued, we created a small game where I’d try to fight down the wriggling digits around me. Dinner came and we had to stop. I had a few mini pretzels from a free bag from the concessions, though they were normal pretzel-sized to me.

The plane fell into silence as the world outside grew darker. When Rey’s hand came for me again, I was carefully hoisted out of his pocket. I glanced around worriedly, fearful that someone would see me, but Rey guided my gaze away from the aisle. “It’s alright, everyone’s asleep. I’ll put you back if you want, but look!” He slid the cover over the window upwards a bit, revealing the beautiful view. It was like the sky had melted onto the ground. The stars above were mimicked by shining lights below. A large city stretched out near the horizon — a cluster of thousands of tiny lights scattered over hundreds of miles.

“Woah!” I haven’t been on a plane in five years at the least. Even fewer times have I been on one in the dark. Slowly, I was lowered to the armrest so I could watch the view without keeping Rey’s hand in the air. It must’ve been a good twenty minutes before I managed to tear my gaze from the window. When I did turn around, I found him fast asleep. My heart melted a little bit, and I smiled to myself, gently lowering my feet to the seat cushion below. Rey was wearing an unzipped hoodie as a blanket, and I held on to it as I made my way across the seat. I doubt I can wake him up without attracting attention to myself, so instead I slid beneath the fabric of his hoodie, crawling carefully forward until I reached his leg. From there I walked to the back of the seat and curled up at his side. The AC on the plane was chilly, but it was easily shut out by the warmth radiating from his skin.

If only we were this close at my normal height. I just kinda.. gave up after he told me his feelings for me weren’t the same as mine. I’d sorta shut him out, angry that I couldn’t have the relationship I wanted with him. I’ve gotten over it now; I understand that being mad isn’t making anything better, for me or him. Sometimes I’d think about calling or texting him to tell him I’m sorry about how I took things. But I’d always chicken out at the last second, believing he wouldn’t want to talk to me after how I left. We never saw eachother much in person, either. Both of us had entirely different classes throughout college. Though every time I happened to see him walking by, my brain and heart would scream.

Being with him again is like the time I first lent him a pencil in class. That little moment led to our close friendship. What would all of this lead to? I shuddered remembering what it had led me to, and I leaned closer into Rey’s side. My life isn’t fixed, but it isn’t hell anymore, either. Everything’s at a weird little in-between, and I’m not sure what to do. Rey can’t just drop me off at home; I know by now that I need help with a few different things to get by, which means I’ll have to live with someone. I’m hoping he’ll take me in until I figure out how to get myself back to normal, but I don’t want him to think of me as a burden or a charity case. If he lets me stay, I want it to be because he cares about me, not because I… Well, I’m kinda screwed without him.

There has to be a way to convince him. I guess I have friends who might take me, but I have no idea how they’ll react to me the way I am now. Anyone could end up being like Casey. They seemed willing to help me at first, but they proved that it takes quite a bit of effort to actually live up to the things I expect from them, even if it’s just human decency. That’s why I have to convince Rey. I need to find a goal — an incentive to keep him from falling out of willingness to help me like Casey had. The white noise of the plane’s engines was slowly dragging me into sleep, but I managed to come up with a half-baked plan before slipping into a dream.

I was on the boardwalk, my own height. The stand with those little glass creatures was right in front of me. However, the moment I reached for them, I shrank down to the ground. Feet began stomping at me like I was vermin, and I tried to hide beneath the stand, but it disappeared strangely from my dream. I ran and dodged, but before long, something fell on me. My right leg, the one I’d hurt before, was caught beneath someone’s shoe. I shrieked, thrashing around as pain shot through my nerves like lightning. The agonizing feeling was only getting worse! How long are they going to step on me for!?

Jolting awake, I clawed at my leg, which was pinched between two giant fingers. I panicked, staring terrified up at Rey, who had me in his grip. “It’s.. I- I was just…” His voice tapered off as his hand gently untangled my hurt leg from the fabric of his hoodie. “Please don’t look at me like that.” Oh. He isn’t hurting me. “Your leg was twisted in my hoodie, and you kept squirming. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I nodded slightly, finally calming down from my dream. It was still early morning, but I didn’t feel like going back to sleep. “It’s alright, I was scared of the dream, not you.” That was only a partial lie.

“Here,” Rey cautiously slid a hand beneath me and lifted me up to his neck, hiding me in the fold of his hood. “Talk to me. About whatever you want. It helps with forgetting nightmares.” How could I have ever believed Rey was trying to hurt me? I pulled the fabric closer around me, and delved into the plot of the rom-com I’m currently invested in. Rey tried his best to look interested. Within a few hours, I had to be hidden away in his pocket again. I don’t mind it. He kept his fingers away from me this time, but I asked him to. My leg hurts worse now that I’ve accidentally twisted it. Since there isn’t a dosage of pain medication made for someone as small as me, I have to grit my teeth and bear through it until I can get some ice to put on it.

The plane landed seven hours after it took off, and I’m glad to get out of there. I really have to use the bathroom. Using it on the plane was out of the question. Turbulence could send me flying at any given moment. Using it at the airport was also seemingly impossible, but the wait for Rey’s luggage is taking way too long, and then there’s the whole drive home. “Rey!” I called as subtly as I could. After I got his attention, I sheepishly explained my situation. He seemed embarrassed for a moment, then nodded. I couldn’t tell what was happening, but I was really starting to worry that I might not make it. Finally, Rey fished me out of his pocket. We were in a large stall made for people who are handicapped, but I can consider myself rather handicapped at the moment, too. The stall had its own mirror and sink inside of it, which Rey set me down in.

“Just.. go in there.” His face was slowly becoming noticeably redder. “I’ll, uhh, I’ll face the other way.” He tore off a small piece of toilet paper, handed it to me, and backed away. This is fucking humiliating, but it’s better than what I thought I would get. With all that taken care of, Rey returned me to his pocket, and we made our way outside. He called a pickup service to take us home, so I continued to hide. However, the moment Rey opened his door, I squirmed in his pocket, restless after being hidden for so long. I was deposited gently on a coffee table, and Rey lay back on the couch in front of it with a relieved sigh. The rest of the day, he fixed a place for me to sit and ice my leg. But his face grew serious after that, and he sat down heavily. I knew he was probably going to ask me about where I wanted to stay now that he’d taken me closer to home, so I stopped him before he could.

“I’ve been thinking,” I began, “The cabin is what shrank me. Did you say the cabin disappeared with me? Like, it’s gone?” Rey nodded, pulling out his phone. “Yeah, see? I found these pictures.” Oh, a phone! I haven’t thought about that in a while. Mine is still in Casey’s apartment somewhere, with only a bit of emergency power left to call someone in case I ever needed to. It’s gone now, I guess. I’m never going back there as long as I live.

I stared at the screen, which is television-sized compared to me. The place is undoubtedly the land where the cabin stood, but an uncanny empty space opened up instead — a clearing in the middle of the woods with no visible purpose. The only way you could tell there had been something there at all was by the area of fresh dirt that perfectly outlined the foundation of the cabin. “Woah.” “I know, right? It’s scary. Especially when you know the person who lived there.”

I glanced up at his face, he was looking me over with a concern-filled expression, but tried to cover it after a few moments. “I’m alright, though,” I assured him, “I mean, I’m not great, but I’m still here! Barely.” Rey’s hand drifted to my side, sliding my hand carefully into his palm. He squeezed it gently, almost to reassure himself, as well as me, that I’m still here — still myself — even though I’m not nearly what I used to be. God, my normal life seems like such a long time ago. “I want to go back.” My voice sounded close to tears. I cleared my throat before continuing. “I want to go back to where the cabin was. Maybe.. I don’t know.. There has to be some way to get me back to normal, right?” Rey kept quiet. I turned to him, and his gaze fell off me. “Y- Yeah.” Taking a shuddering breath, I spoke again. “The smaller cabin is destroyed. It’s useless now. The only other place I can think of that can fix me is there, where the real one was.”

Rey nodded thoughtfully, slipping his hand away from mine so he could lean back on the couch. “If you think it’ll help, I’ll take you. Let’s just wait for tomorrow, alright?” He’s putting it off? Why’s he putting it off? Casey would always do that to me. ‘Wait until tomorrow’ really meant ‘I don’t feel like doing that’. Ask about it enough times, and you get in trouble. Rey must’ve caught my growing downcast expression. “Hey, I’m all for it, I swear,” he told me softly, “We’ll even leave early if you want. I’m jet-lagged out right now, and I think both of us could use some actual sleep, but we will go and figure this out, alright?” A shuddering sigh of relief rushed from my lungs; I gave Rey a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Tears threatened me again, but I forced them down.

Feather-light touch danced around me as I was scooped up onto his palm. He held me near his neck, offering me a hug as best he could without crushing me. I returned it by reaching around him as far as I could. It’s still not much, but it’s the thought that counts, right? The best thing happened moments afterwards, when Rey walked into the bedroom and stopped. I snickered quietly, glancing back at the one bed. “I’ll.. uhh.. take the couch.” “No!” I yelped without thinking. My heart sped up as Rey held me out in front of him with bewilderment. “I- I want you in the room. What if I need something?” Thankfully I can come up with convincing lies, but I do genuinely need him within earshot, just in case. “Then I’ll take the floor. You have the bed.”

I sulked on the mattress as Rey stole a blanket and pillow for the ground. He kept glancing at me the entire time, then sighed, dropping everything he’d just gathered. “You want me to sleep in bed with you?” Nervously, I glanced his way and gave an almost imperceptible nod. He chuckled, “You’ve been wanting it ever since the first night, haven’t you?” I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and I nodded again — firmly this time. “I wasn’t sure what to do, I mean.. I- I roll around a lot in my sleep; I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” “I don’t mind,” I offered, stepping a bit closer. “I’ll sleep on a separate pillow.” “Wow, a whole separate pillow?” he mocked with a smile, remaking the bed around me. In a moment, Rey fell onto the mattress beside me, making it buckle beneath my feet. I yelped as I toppled to the ground, my hurt leg beginning to throb again.

“Ow!” I grumbled with a small scowl. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Daniella! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He looked down at me, immediately concerned again. “This isn’t a good idea…” I violently shook my head, scrambling to stand up. “No, it is! Just don’t jump into bed anymore and I’ll be fine!” Rey gave me a half smile and patted the pillow beside him. “Alright, come here.” Eagerly, I clambered up to the soft surface, letting myself sink pleasantly in. We both lay there for a while, but something was still on my mind, preventing me from sleep. “Rey?” He shifted beneath the covers. “Yes?” Slowly, I rolled over on my side to face him. He was already leaning over, waiting for me to speak. “Why wouldn’t you do this before I shrunk? I wanted to be- want to be with you.” The dead dark silence that came after was almost frightening, but I waited tensely for an answer.

“I… you.. you still love me?” I sat up, my stomach twisting into knots inside me. “Yes?” I replied weakly. “I- I thought you moved on! You stopped talking to me after a while. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Honestly I have no clue why I turned you down, Daniella. It’s entirely my fault; I don’t think I was ready to take on anything but school and work when you asked me, and once we stopped talking, I thought maybe you.. found someone else.”

My mouth started to go dry with how long I had it dropped open in shock. “Wait, wait, I don’t- You.. You love me, too?” The covers rippled like white waves in front of me, then my pillow was hugged gently to Rey’s chest. Gasping at our sudden closeness, I turned to look all the way up at him, which became harder to do the closer I got. “I do love you; do you love me?” My cheeks began hurting, that's how widely I smiled. “Y- Yeah!” Rey rested his head right beside me. “And it’s not because I’m bigger and stronger, is it?” I recoiled slightly with a surprised sneer. “No! Don’t be silly! As long as you don’t just like me because I can fit in your hand.” He shook his head the tiniest bit, bringing his face close enough that I could feel his breath on me.

“Trust me?” “Of course.” Gigantic gentle lips caressed the bottom of my face and neck. Their subtle pressure made me squeal in delight. Rey pulled away immediately after hearing it. “Did- Did I hurt you?” I didn’t bother answering. Gripping his chin between both hands, I plastered as big a kiss as I could onto his lips, trying to make up for my small size. Rey swept me up the moment I stepped back to breathe. He cradled me right against his chest, moving my pillow out of the way with his other hand. My eyes drooped after only a few minutes as I slowly succumbed to the intimacy and warmth of it all.

“Tomorrow I’m going to get you your height back.” Rey’s voice rumbled around and through me like thunder. “I won’t stop until I find a way to undo what’s been done to you.” I clutched at the fabric of his shirt, drawing myself even closer. I could barely speak the words ‘thank you’ before falling asleep with higher hopes than I’ve ever felt before.

End. -The Miniature Cabin

#stay tuned for the SECOND four part series #the Disappearing Cabin #coming soon to theaters near you #jk about the theaters but could you imagine?#g/t #giant tiny

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sage-nebula · 2 years

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STH - Had My Ducks in a Row, Now They're Slowly Falling Out of Line

Notes: I had intended to work on Beyond Oblivion tonight, but ever since I made that post about Metal Sonic calling Tails an unworthy child the other night (and then also made a post about Tangle being a good big sis), I've been thinking about this . . . and so this ended up coming out instead. Originally it was meant to be just Tails and Tangle, but as I finished up their section Sonic's came to mind, so I couldn't resist adding that in too.

Credit for the idea that Sonic has a little unease about Tails making so many weapons goes to @chaoxfix, because that headcanon is just too perfect to pass up. Hope you don't mind that I borrowed it!

Also, this is my first time ever writing for Tangle, so I hope she sounds all right, because I love her to pieces.

Summary: Months and months ago, Neo Metal Overlord called Tails unworthy. And he knows it's stupid to keep thinking about it, but it's been living rent-free in his head ever since. [Post-Chao Races & Badnik Bases, pre-Trial By Fire]

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Tails scowled at the schematic spread over his work bench, and pressed his pencil lead a little harder into the paper.

Unworthy child!

His pencil lead snapped, the crack echoing with the words in his head, and he let his forehead hit his workbench with a groan.

It had been months since that day—months since the battle of Angel Island, though after the Metal Virus pandemic it felt as though it had been so much longer. But it really hadn’t been; everything happened so quickly nowadays, one crisis right after another, that there were times when Tails felt out of breath even when he was standing still. It wasn’t all bad; he genuinely liked adventure, especially when he could help Sonic save the world. But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

He chewed the inside of his cheek, and squeezed his eyes shut.

He had helped, during the battle of Angel Island. No matter what Neo Metal Overlord said, he had helped. He crashed the ship straight into Metal Overlord—he took him down! Sonic was so proud of him. Tails couldn’t say he wanted to do it again (in fact he’d say the opposite since he’d ached for days after that, not that he’d admit it), but he would say, would insist against the nagging voice in his head, that he had helped that time. He’d helped save Angel Island, and the world.

But . . .

But then the Metal Virus pandemic happened. Sonic got infected, and Tails couldn’t help him. Oh sure, he’d come close to working out a cure. But one set of infected Chao had been all it took to sabotage his data and make him lose everything. And though he had managed to retrieve one of the Chaos Emeralds from Zomom with Amy’s help, not only had he not been the one to come up with the idea to begin with, but at the end, all he’d been able to do was cower and hope against hope that Sonic would pull through and save the day. Sonic, who had been fighting off the infection for the duration of the pandemic. Sonic, who was already at the limits of his exhaustion. Everything had fallen to him, again, and Tails had been able to do nothing to help except retrieve one lousy Emerald.

(Well, that wasn’t fair. The Emerald wasn’t lousy. The Emerald helped Sonic achieve Super form, which allowed him and Silver and Metal to save the day. That was more than Tails could say for himself.)

Sonic hadn’t held it against him, of course. Sonic never did. When Tails was too scared of lightning to pilot through a storm, or revealed that a Chaos Emerald was fake and got Sonic ejected into space in a soon-to-be exploded capsule—no matter the situation, Sonic never blamed him. For all his spiky quills, bravado and the way he could snark at their enemies, Tails knew the truth: Sonic was a softie, and way nicer than most anyone gave him credit for.

Tails lifted his head so he could fold his arms on his desk, his chin resting upon them. He laid his pencil in front of him, and gave it a light flick so it rolled up the desk, and then back down to his waiting finger. Another flick sent it rolling up again.

It wasn’t like Tails had accomplished nothing in the interim. He had found schematics to fix Omega . . . even though he couldn’t read them. And Sonic had trusted him to go raid an old Eggman base to try to find the cipher he needed so that he could read them, and that was where they found Belle. And later, when they went to help Amy and the others at White Park . . . well, Tails had gotten kidnapped by Starline and tied to a rollercoaster to emotionally blackmail Sonic. But Rouge had, too, although she’d managed to cut her ropes and free herself faster than he did. But that was all right, wasn’t it? Because then he’d helped her alert the others so they could evacuate the tourists. And though Starline had tried to grab him again, this time Tails managed to protect himself . . . through using Belle’s kicking reflex, albeit without her permission to do so.

Unworthy child!

Tails huffed a sharp sigh to try to dislodge the twist in his gut, and flicked his pencil hard enough that it zipped off the back of his workbench and tumbled down to the floor.

“Whoa, buddy! Is this a bad time?”

“Huh?” Tails sat up and twisted around in his seat, blinking in surprise as he caught sight of Tangle in the doorway of his workshop, her fingers gripping the top of the doorframe as she swung lightly inside. “Oh—no. Do you need something?”

“Nah, not really. I was just kinda bored, and in the area, so I thought I’d drop in.” As she spoke, Tangle skipped over and hopped onto a stool beside Tails’ workbench. It spun halfway around, but she caught herself on the side of the desk, and swung back around to face him. “What’cha got goin’ on?”

“Nothing much.” Tails glanced back at the schematic he’d been working on, a half-finished design for a new rocket launcher. There was no need for it, really, but there wasn’t not a need for it, either. That’s what Tails told himself, anyway, or told Sonic whenever Sonic questioned him about why he was building so many different weapons. Maybe they didn’t need rocket launchers right now, but who was to say what would come in the future? There was no telling when Eggman or Starline or whoever would attack again. It was better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.

Unworthy—!

“Helloooo?” Tangle waved her hand in front of his face, and Tails jumped a little, blinking as he refocused on her. “Everything okay in there? You seem a million miles away, little dude.”

“Oh—yeah! I’m okay,” Tails said, and he forced a bright smile. Tangle smiled back, but not all the way; her forehead was creased, her brows pinched in the middle. “Sorry, I was just . . . thinking.”

“About what?” Tangle asked. When he didn’t answer right away (he was never good at coming up with lies on the spot), she nudged her calf against his shoe, and gave him a cajoling smile. “C’mooon, tell me! We saved the world together, right? A couple different times! You can tell me things. I promise I’ll only beg to try out whatever cool new invention you have up your sleeve a total of three times if you tell me about it.”

Tails couldn’t help it; he cracked a smile, despite himself. “It’s not that. I—the rocket launcher’s not coming along as hot as I’d like. It’s nowhere near testing stages yet.”

Tangle’s eyes lit up. “Rocket launcher?”

Tails cast a glance askance at the schematic. Solar power was the way to go, he thought; there was an endless source of energy right there in the sky, just waiting to be used. But none of the batteries he’d built could build up a charge quickly enough, or hold enough of a charge for long enough, to be used in something like a rocket launcher. He’d been working on solar power batteries since even before Metal Sonic’s coordinated badnik attacks, and yet—

Unworthy . . . !

“Do you ever—” Tails began, then stopped. This was stupid. It was stupid to still be thinking like this. If he told Sonic—

Sonic wouldn’t say it was stupid. Sonic would never say something like that. He’s too—he’s not mean enough for that. Even if he thought it, he’d never say it.

“Do I what?” Tangle kicked her feet back against the leg of her stool, and when Tails said nothing, she swung her tail around to poke him in the head. “C’mon, don’t leave me hangin’. Finish what you were gonna say, I’m all ears.”

Tails ran a hand across the back of his hair, smoothing down the fur Tangle’s tail had tousled. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Stupid? From you? Mr Kid Genius? I highly doubt that.” Tangle put her elbow on his workbench, and leaned her cheek into her palm. “Come on, just tell me! Whatever it is, I promise I won’t tell a soul. Cool tail buddies honor.”

It was stupid. There was no way to explain that he was letting something Neo Metal Overlord said rot in his head for months without sounding stupid. But the thing about Tangle—the thing Tails liked about Tangle—was that she was unapologetically sincere. She wasn’t afraid to be enthusiastic about things, or embarrassed even when she was clumsy and made mistakes. She said they were cool tail buddies, but Tangle herself wasn’t concerned with being cool. With being a hero, sure. But not with being cool. And she was best friends with someone who was just as much of a nerd as Tails himself was, albeit about different things. It didn’t matter that Jewel’s wardrobe consisted of nothing but pantsuits and that she unironically loved organizing. Tangle still thought she was one of the coolest people in the world.

So maybe, even though what he thought was stupid, it would be okay if he told Tangle. Maybe she wouldn’t think he was any less cool himself. And she probably meant it when she said she wouldn’t tell anyone; he hadn’t known her to ever lie before.

“Okay,” Tails said at length, and Tangle’s eyes lit up. “But I’m going to hold you to that. If you tell anyone, you’re out of the cool tail buddies club.”

Tangle put two fingers to her forehead, and popped them off in a salute. “Yessir! So, what’s got your tails all twisted? In the bad way, I mean.”

“It’s just . . .” He’d resolved to tell her, but even now, the words felt stuck in his throat. Tails wished he hadn’t flicked his pencil off the desk; he needed something to fidget with. He took a deep breath. “Do you ever wonder if—if maybe you’re . . . if despite anything, you’re just—holding people back? Or not . . . contributing what you should be?”

Tangle blinked, and sat up straight on the stool. “What?”

“I mean—” Tails swung one of his own tails up so he could fidget with the tip; he couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore. “You do your best. And you do contribute some things. But it’s—when it matters, when it really counts, you just . . . fall short. You have to rely on someone else for help, to save the day. And you—no one’s mad about it, and they’d never say it, and you do some things so you know you’re not totally useless, but you wonder if, if maybe . . .”

“If, maybe . . . you made one mistake too many?” Tangle offered, and Tails’ ears flattened against his head, his shoulders hunched as he cringed. “If maybe at first it could be passed off as you just being inexperienced, and not really knowing what you were up against, and so you underestimated the enemy and he got the jump on you because of that. But then later, after you knew better and could be trusted, you still got careless and your zombified best friend got the jump on you and turned you into a zombot, and so she realized she really couldn’t rely on you after all. And so the real reason she left you behind wasn’t because you were working with the Restoration and she felt that your place was with them, but was actually because she felt she couldn’t count on you as her backup anymore because you’d already let her down once, so who’s to say it won’t happen again? And you can’t even fault her for that, because you did let her down once and, anyway, if she wanted you along she would have let you go with her, but she didn’t and that means that if you go after her now, you’re disrespecting what she wants and are just going to get told to go home again because she doesn’t want and can’t count on you at all.”

Tails furrowed his brow halfway through Tangle’s speech, and by the time she was finished, confusion clouded his anxiety so thoroughly he could hardly feel it anymore. “Huh?”

Tangle blinked; for a moment, it looked as though she’d almost forgotten he was there. Then she laughed loudly, and waved a hand through the air as if dispelling smoke from burned cookies. “Just as, you know, a totally random and totally not specific or in any way real scenario.”

Tails frowned. “Right . . .”

“But, anyway. My totally random and not specific or in any way real example aside—am I hearing you right? You think you’re not contributing enough? You?” Tangle reached over with her tail again, and this time gave him a light push on his shoulder. “Have you seen all the stuff you’ve built? You’ve got two whole workshops filled, plus all that stuff at Restoration HQ. You’ve got a crazy amount of inventions! And you’ve saved the world, several times! And you’re only eight! You know what I was doing when I was eight? I was parkouring off cliffs, and not even on purpose. Jewel didn’t get those guns of hers by hauling rocks around her museum, let me tell you. She got them from hauling my sorry butt back up from the cliff I threw myself down for the third time in a week.”

Tails chuckled. “Yeah. But—”

“But nothing.” Tangle flopped her tail on top of Tails’ head, and he brushed it away. “You are hands down the coolest eight-year-old I’ve ever seen in my life. So what if you need help sometimes? Everyone does, and you should know; you help people all the time. So why’s it bad for you to get helped back, huh?”

“It’s not bad. I just . . .” Tails flailed a hand, gesturing to nothing. “I’ve been doing this for a long time now. I just feel like maybe I should be . . . better, by now.”

“Well . . .” Tangle tilted her head side to side, considering. “That’s not a . . . bad thing, maybe. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re totally awesome and should have way more confidence in yourself. But if you were totally satisfied, then you couldn’t get even better, right? You’d stop trying. And there’s no way this world would be able to handle it if you stopped trying, so that would be no good.”

Tails gave her a wry smile. “The world would be fine. I mean, there’s Sonic—”

“Sonic can’t invent the things you do,” Tangle said. Her tail poked him in the chest. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing and a hero and we’d all be doomed a thousand times over without him, and if I get to go on another adventure with him tomorrow I’ll have waited too long—but he’s no scientific genius, y’know? But you are, and you’re cool and nice and not evil or bonkers like Eggman or Starline. So we definitely need you in our corner.”

Warmth flooded Tails’ cheeks, and he looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, Tangle.”

“Don’t mention it, li’l dude. What are cool tail buddies for?” Tangle winked, and Tails felt his smile grow. “So, what’cha workin’ on? You said something about a rocket launcher? Please tell me you have a rocket launcher.”

“Not yet,” Tails said, and Tangle’s shoulders slumped in exaggerated disappointment. “But I have been working on a few other things, like a new set of prototype missile gauntlets.”

Tangle sat straight up in her chair, eyes shining. “Missile gauntlets?”

“Yeah—well, I was thinking about Knuckles, you know? He’s a brawler, so he specializes in close-quarters combat. But Eggman knows that, so if he sent badniks to Angel Island, they’d probably be ones that are built for long-range combat.”

As he spoke, Tails hopped off his stool and crossed the room to the workbench along the back wall, where the prototype gauntlets—having just had the finishing touches put on them the night before—sat. Tangle followed close at his heels, her eyes the size of dinner plates.

“So just in case he gets attacked by long-range badniks and we’re not near enough to help, I figured these might be able to give him an extra boost. They can function like normal gauntlets in close-range combat, but if he presses this button here by curling his wrist—” Tails indicated a button on the inside cuff, “—then it’ll deploy missiles from the knuckles of the gauntlet, here.” He tapped his fingers along small, barely visible missile compartment doors along each of the four knuckles. “Of course, right now each gauntlet only holds four missiles, so it’s not exactly practical for a long fight, and I haven’t figured out how best to reload them, especially since Knuckles isn’t exactly the greatest with technology, but—”

“Those. Are so. Cool!” Tangle squealed, and Tails jumped yet again, his tails spinning this time to keep him a few inches off the ground until his heart rate slowed. “Can I see them in action? Can I try them out?! Please, please can I try them out?!”

“Well, I made them for Knuckles, so they’re a bit big, but . . .” Tails eyed Tangle’s clasped hands, and then her pleading eyes and wobbling lower lip. He grinned. “Gimme ten minute to adjust the size, and then we can go out to the target range out back.”

Tangle let out another delighted squeal, and scooped him up in a bear hug. For the second time in under five minutes, Tails felt his feet leave the ground. “Woohoo! You’re the best, Tails!”

Tails laughed as she set him back on his feet, his own tails swishing behind him. “Heheh, well . . . I try.”

- - -

It wasn’t too uncommon for there to be reports of explosions in the general vicinity of Tails’ Mystic Ruins workshop. Tails was a super genius, but he was a super genius who often worked with explosive materials and way too much electrical charge, and so every now and then, things were bound to get a little explode-y. So when there was talk of an occasional kaboom heard in the Mystic Ruins, Sonic didn’t usually get too worried.

But sometimes it wasn’t just one kaboom. Sometimes it was multiple kabooms. And when those multiple kabooms were accompanied by talks of missiles and rockets and lots of yelling . . . that’s when Sonic’s quills got set on edge.

It wasn’t in his nature to panic right away. Multiple kabooms, rockets, and yelling didn’t necessarily mean that Eggman had decided to strike again, targeting Tails’ workshop directly this time. But when Sonic tried calling and got voicemail—well, that still didn’t necessarily mean Tails was in danger. Maybe he was just caught up in whatever he was working on, and didn’t hear his communicator beep. So Sonic tried again, and once more, got voicemail. And when he tried a third time . . .

Well, he didn’t try a third time. Kabooms, missiles, yelling, voicemail. All four things combined meant it was time to pay the Mystic Ruins workshop a visit.

Fortunately, he wasn’t too far away. He made it to Tails’ home in record time, picking up the pace when he caught sight of the wispy spirals of smoke rising in the sky from Mystic Ruins’ border. As he wound his way through the Ruins, he spied no badniks—but then, that was probably intentional. Ol’ Egghead was probably laying a trap. Not a very good one, considering how fast word spread that something was going down in Mystic Ruins, and how obvious the smoke was visible against the sky, but—

Another explosion rent the air, and rocked the earth enough so that Sonic stumbled as he reached Tails’ front door. Immediately following, he heard a whoop of delighted laughter from behind the workshop.

He blinked, and stood up straight. Was that . . . Tangle?

Seeing as how nothing seemed to be happening inside the lab, Sonic looped around to the back, where Tails’ outdoor testing area and target range was. Upon reaching the back, three things immediately became clear:

One: His ID of the voice he heard was correct; Tangle was indeed in what remained of Tails’ backyard.

Two: Tails was just fine, and not under attack at all. He had his tablet in hand, and was surveying the wreckage with a grin from his vantage point up in the air.

And three: Rebuilding the testing area was not going to be fun.

To say it was in ruins was an understatement. Every single target, from the ones that had been pinned to the trees, to the stationary standees, to the ones that Tails had built into moving tracks in the ground, had been blasted apart in some form or another. There were little embers smoldering in the grass in different parts of the yard. Several trees had been knocked over. A pair of rickies were staring at the carnage with horrified awe from the roof of Tails’ workshop.

Tangle spotted Sonic as he rounded the corner, and while she had already been sporting a manic grin, her smile somehow grew even wider as her hand shot into the air and she waved at him. “Hey Sonic! What’s up?!”

“Seems like that’s what I should be asking you,” Sonic said, as Tails swooped down to land beside him. Sonic raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at Tails. “Some people were saying they heard explosions out this way, so I figured I’d swing by to take a look. Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Tangle’s just helping me test some new gear,” Tails said, as Tangle zipped over to them at speeds Sonic didn’t know she was capable of. She still wasn’t on his level, of course, but he did have to step out of the way as she blazed by, a trail of fire sparking on the grass behind her.

“Rocket boots,” Tangle said, before Sonic had a chance to ask. Her eyes were shining brighter than a pair of suns, and she pumped her fists in front of her. “He made rocket boots!”

Sonic laughed. “No kidding?”

“They’re for Shadow,” Tails explained, and he held out his tablet so Sonic could glance over the schematics on the screen. “I know his are still in okay shape, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be better. And I’ve added extra propulsion to these ones to add more force to his kicks. You know, since he likes to kick people.”

“He does like doing that,” Sonic agreed.

“I mean, who knows when we’ll see him again. But if something does happen, I figure it might be nice to give him a boost. You know, as thanks for helping us out. I’m thinking about making some for his Chao, too, so it can keep up with him.”

“Not sure he wants to be bringing that little guy into battle. Though you never know, maybe Cream and Cheese’ll inspire him.”

“Right? So it won’t hurt to be prepared, just in case.”

“Okay, as absolutely freaking adorable as the idea of Chao rocket boots sounds, I’m ready to try out the next thing,” Tangle said, already slipping out of the rocket boots she’d lit the grass on fire with. “You got anything else, little guy? Please tell me you have something else. You’ve gotta have something else.”

“Hmm . . .” Tails tapped his finger to his chin in thought, and then grinned. “You know, I did finish a prototype for a magnet gun last week. It works by using magnetism to attract and repel metal, theoretically turning anything used against us into possible ammunition to—”

“Is it in the same area of your workshop as the other things?” Tangle interrupted, eyes bright. Tails nodded, and Tangle pumped her fist into the air. “Heck yes! I’m on it!” With that, she turned and dashed back into the lab.

Sonic shook his head, smiling as he watched her go, and then looked back at Tails. Tails was already skimming through the schematics on his tablet again, no doubt searching for the magnet gun’s folder so he could make notes based on Tangle’s tests. Now that he knew the workshop wasn’t under attack, his quills settled back into a more relaxed position, his heartrate returning to its usual fast, but not supercharged. Tails was safe. He was having fun with Tangle. His yard was destroyed, but they could deal with that later. Sonic would help, and he would only be a little melodramatic about it.

But it seemed like everything they had tested so far was some kind of weapon. Even the boots for Shadow—didn’t Tails say something about adding more firepower to them, to help Shadow in combat? And a magnet gun, while it didn’t have ammunition of its own . . .

So much had happened so fast. Eggman had successfully taken over the world, and kept Sonic in captivity for six months, during which Tails was alone. Then not long after that, Metal Sonic had tried to take the Master Emerald, and the world with it. Then there was the Metal Virus pandemic, and the incident at White Park . . .

Sonic loosely crossed his arms, his head tilted as he examined Tails. Tails was still scanning through the blueprints on his tablet, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.

He was such a smart, strong, brave kid. But he was also, well . . .

“Hey,” Sonic said, and Tails looked up, his ears perked in question. “You doing okay?”

“Huh?” Tails blinked, as though caught off-guard, and for a second—just a second, so quick Sonic almost missed it—it looked like something clouded his eyes. But then he smiled as the door to his workshop opened again, Tangle bounding back out into the yard. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

Something was there. Sonic didn’t know what it was, but he did know he didn’t like it. Tails was so smart, and strong, and brave. But . . .

“No reason,” Sonic said. “Hey, doesn’t that new AGES game come out this weekend? How about we give it a spin?”

Tails grinned, and wagged his tails in a hard enough circle that he lifted a little off the grass. “Really? You want to?”

“Definitely,” Sonic said, and he grinned as Tails beamed, and did a delighted little loop in the air.

“All right, I’ve got the gun,” Tangle said, and Sonic took a step back as she hefted a heavy, dark blue-grey weapon in her hands. Once again, her smile was manic; it was not at all hard to believe that she had destroyed all the targets in the yard with glee. “Show me how to work this thing!”

“You got it!” Tails dropped back down to the grass, and leaned closer to Tangle as he started to give her a detailed run-down of the gun: the trigger mechanism, magnetism strength modification slider, the whole works. Sonic shook his head, and as Tangle nodded fervently along with Tails’ instructions, bounded up onto the roof to sit beside the rickies and watch the chaos that was about to unfold.

Tails was a smart, strong, and brave kid. But he also was still a kid. More specifically still, he was—and always would be, no matter how old they got—Sonic’s kid brother.

Tails indicated a hunk of scrap metal on the other side of the yard. Tangle took aim and fired. The magnet gun’s magnetic beam worked as intended; it secured the scrap metal in a vibrating grasp, and propelled it straight back at Tangle at alarming speed. Heeding Tails’ shouted warning, Tangle spun herself in several circles, swinging the scrap metal around her, before she released it and sent it flying. It crashed clear through a tree, and made a strong dent in the tree behind it. Tails, delighted, saved the video on his tablet as Tangle crowed in triumph.

No matter how much he wished he could, Sonic couldn’t stop the bad things from happening. And no matter what he said, he knew he couldn’t make Tails feel like he could slow down on making an armory big enough to outfit the entire world—at least, not for long. But whatever nightmares bugged Tails at night, or spurred him to develop new guns and rockets during the day . . . well, maybe Sonic couldn’t dispel them completely, but a chill weekend of video games and junk food definitely couldn’t hurt.

Tails retrieved the scrap metal and set it out so Tangle could give the magnet gun another go, and Sonic leaned back comfortably against the roof to watch the show.

#IDW sonic #miles tails prower #tangle the lemur #cool tail buddies #sonic the hedgehog #unbreakable bond #and a little Whispangle angst in there because I am incorrigible (but also not at all sorry)#the comics want to have Metal call Tails unworthy & then do nothing with it? fine. then i will write the angst MYSELF #and throw in Whispangle angst for good measure because boy howdy do I love those lesbians and can't WAIT for them to reunite #anyway Tangle is a Cool Big Sis and I love her. She ties with Sonic as my second favorite Sonic series character #(Tails and Whisper tie as my first favorite. honestly tho it's a very close contest. I love all four of them so goddamn much)#you know that scene in season two of Gravity Falls when Mabel is firing the fireworks rocket and she goes ''I AM A GOD OF DESTRUCTION!!'' ?#that's Tangle testing out Tails' gear lmao #Sonic just wasn't there for that part (also bc Tails' rocket launcher isn't finished yet. but Soon)#anyway. back to running the prayer circle that Tangle and Whisper get to show up in Frontiers somehow #a woman can dream #fic fix #OH and the fic title comes from ''The Wrecked & the Worried'' by NateWantsToBattle. one of my faves #sth

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