So this is my tiny for this Fanderside Au! Iâm pleased to meet him, and if you wish to play with him, please feel free to ask me about doing a rp or co-story!
Warnings- Mentions of abuse towards tinyâs, mentions of suffocation, mentions of starvation, mentions of plans to murder someone. Indication of past psychical and emotional abuse.
I believe that is everything, please tell me if I missed anything.
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âYou understand what youâre to do?â The man speaks gruffly. Heâs dressed in fine clothing, and looking down at a tiny standing before him. The tiny has silver grey hair that reaches his shoulders and pale blue eyes. Heâs dressed in ill fitting doll clothing, standing a mere 4 inches high, bruises and scars of all kinds, both old and new, cover his body. He makes no indication that they hurt, he couldnât afford to show that weakness.
âYes sirâ the tiny says, his voice is faint, hardly a whisper in the air but the man hears it all the same. The man nods and motions for the tiny to get in a box thatâs sitting on itâs side near him. He does, limping as he climbs into the box. Itâs sealed and dumped in the outgoing mail. Hopefully heâd arrive before he got too bad with lack of food and water, but if he failed there were more that could be sent in his place, they were raised for these kinds of jobs after all.
The package arrived in the regular mail, one side had been slightly crushed and the plain box was addressed to âSanders Sanctuaryâ Thomas hummed as he gathered the box with the other mail, and headed inside.
âBill, bill, invite to an interview..â He paused looking at who was invite him and wrinkled his nose. Nope, those people had a very bad reputation for spinning anything someone said into some sort of slander. That got ripped in half and tossed in the trash.
âLets see.. magazine, and this?â He mused looking at the plain box. No return address, and just addressed to the sanctuary? Puzzled Thomas got out a letter opener and sliced open the tape holding the box shut. He opened it and very nearly dropped the box in shock when he saw what was inside.
âLarry!!â He yelped as he bolted for the medical wing.
ââŚthough the mailâŚâ the words floated though his head. It was too much effort to actually open his eyes, and the voice wasnât familiar. It wasnât his sir speaking, or any of the trainers he knew. He felt weaker the normal and his head was spinning.
âcruel⌠could have died!â He really wished the voices would be quiet, but they didnât seem to want to stop. Finally he managed to pry one eye open. The room that greeted him, made both his eyes snap open. He was NOT where he was supposed to be! This was not Sirâs cage! He then remembered what happened, heâd been given orders, and put in a box. Then mailed.. .it had taken.. what a week and a half? Two weeks? He wasnât sure.. but the heat of the summer in the enclosed box had been almost unbearable, it had been suffocating. Of course it wouldnât be the first time heâd been suffocated, no being smothered by a pillow and trapped in a plastic bag held tightly around his body was probably worse then the stale, sweltering air inside of the box. He had no idea when heâd finally blacked out from lack of water, food and the heat.
âWoah.. itâs alright.. â a gentle voice spoke to him. Slowly the pale blue eyes turned and looked at the blurry figure.
âIâm glad you woke up, but donât try to push yourself. You were pretty dehydrated, and youâre pretty malnourished.â The blurry person said. He nodded, nothing new on those fronts. Being underfed kept him quiet and not with enough energy to try and escape Sir, or fight back.. or well anything. The rest, well he had spent quite a long time taped inside a box in the mail with no food or water.
He was still trying to sort out what was going on though, he hadnât expected to wake up.. in a hospital? And weirdly enough everything seemed to be his size. Had he been sent to the wrong address? Chapped lips parted as he shifted slightly
â.. where?â his voice was a rasp, worse then when he spoke to Sir, but the person, still blurry darn it, attending him spoke.
âSanders Sanctuary, you were.. wellâŚâ they trailed off as if unsure if they should say how he arrived.
âMailed.. to us.. â he said. Again there was a nod, he knew this, heâd gotten his orders and climbed into the box obediently, thank goodness he was in the right place. Still he was very confused, Sir had never mentioned they had a hospital here.
âIâm sure your throat is dry as sand, lets get you something to drink!â Suddenly the blurry figure left his sight and came back, a cool hand lifted his head slightly and something was pressed to his lips. Then the fist brush of liquid graced his chapped lips and he drank willingly. The one supporting him told him to drink slowly and he did so. The liquid felt like heaven and the pounding headache was already starting to lessen a bit. But he was feeling exhausted, not unusual, he was always tired.. sore, hurt, nothing new. But it was odd to have someone gently lay him down and smooth soft covers over him. He noted absently he was no longer in the painful doll clothes, but something softer that fit far better then anything heâd ever had on in his life.
âYou get some rest, weâll talk more later alright?â the blurry person said. He nodded once more and his eyes shut, how strange to be allowed to rest so much.
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This was the routine for at least four days. Finally though he was sitting up on his own, and able to talk normally. He found out he had on a pair of soft pants, and a t-shirt that opened in the center. Heâd had a heart monitor on him, along with an IV, both things were tiny sized, and he was more puzzled then ever. He watched the others his size come and go, and sometimes saw humans come in, and move a part of the roof to gently set tiny people in, or to put supplies into the room. They never stayed long, he honestly was more confused then ever.
âAlright, I have been told youâre clear to leave the hospital!â a nurse tiny said. He nodded his head and would get up off of the bed.
âNow you go see Patton, He will guide you to your new room and help you get settled alright?â He nodded his head in agreement, and though he was still limping, he headed out of the hospital. It didnât take long for him to locate Paton, or more accurately for Patton to locate him.
âKiddo! They were able to let you out today!â he said cheerfully having been heading to to the hospital to check and see if heâd been cleared. He nodded his head again.
âYes, You must be Patton?â he asked. His voice was still whisper quiet, but Patton nodded beaming at him.
âYep! nobody has told me yet, so whatâs your name kiddo?â He asked curiously.
âDreamâ He said simply in response.
âDream huh? Well thatâs a great name! Why donât we get you settled in alright? Virgil will want to get some measurements on you, right now we just guessed at the clothing size you needed, and heâll want to know what kind of style you like.. â Patton rambled on as he led Dream down the walks and halls that were all borrower sized.
None of this made sense to Dream. This Sanctuary was supposedly tied to the Shadow man, and Sir wanted the owner and the Shadow Man dead. Dream had been told to expect torture or experimentation, but to get the job done. And it wasnât like that would be any different then just going though his daily training. Torture, pain, suffering, conditioning, all of it done to him all the time so he was the perfect little assassin. He could hold up to torture and not crack, he could pretend he had no pain, and he didnât really care about killing a human or tiny alike. His hands were not clean in the least in that sense. Heâd gotten numb to the guilt that it caused him.
Outside of Sir, nobody believed a tiny could do something as complicated as being an assassin. Still though, this place⌠was nothing like he had expected. They had been weirdly kind to him, and weirdly accepting of his refusal to speak about, well much of anything, and just⌠weird.. in general.
âOh thatâs Thomas!! Thomas!!â Patton called out, bringing Dream back from his thoughts.
âHereâs the one who.. this is Dream! Heâs finally been released from the hospital! Iâm taking him to his room now!â Patton said. Dream looked at the human. He didnât seem⌠he simply looked overworked, tired, and perhaps a bit stressed, but the warm smile he sent Dreamâs way confused him more.
âIâm so glad youâre recovering so fast Dream. If you need anything donât hesitate to ask alright?â he said. Dream nodded very slowly at the human. And again his expectations were being twisted, this man didnât seem cruel, or like a mob boss, or any underground owner heâd ever met. Dreamâs head was starting to spin from the confusion.
âGood, why not go get some rest. Weâll have dinner in a few hours if youâre up to meeting everyone.â Thomas added and headed down the hall. Dreamâs pale blue eyes watched him. This was one of the people he was supposed to kill? That was supposedly someone in league with the Shadow Man? He didnât look like he could hurt a mosquito. Dream looked back to Patton and frowned. Everything seemed.. complicated. But he wasnât allowed to survive if he failed. He had been given orders from Sir. Kill them both, or die trying. Dream sighed a little bit, feeling some odd weight settling heavy in his chest.
âEverything alright kiddo?â Patton asked. Dream simply nodded a little, though Patton was sure that there was something turning behind those pale eyes.
âAlright, so here is your room, why donât you get settled in for a bit, and Iâll see you later alright?â he offered. Dream nodded and then stepped in the room. He could use some down time, and some peace and quiet to shove these weird conflicting emotions to the side. He had a job to do, and he wouldnât fail Sir.
Thomas Sanders, and the Shadow Man were to die. That was all there was too it. So why did he have an odd tight feeling in his chest at the thought?
Dream sat down on the edge of the bed in the room and looked at the floor.
â.. i .. have to .. right?â he muttered out loud to the empty room.
T:Â AAAAAAAh, So you have me HOOKED on this idea! What a cool idea, a borrower sent to infiltrate the sanctuary! And oof, I just wanna give poor Dream a hug. But I am so here for him getting his walls slowly chipped away and him finally realizing that everyone here is really good, and him wrestling between that and what heâs been ordered to do...super cool, thank you for writing this!
