mcyt g/t requests closed (no promises tho)

You clumsily swung your fishing hook to grasp to the counter of the house you borrowed in.

It was a relatively new house, but the owners often weren’t around so it made it easier to borrow.

This was currently not the case, as the owners were around, but you were too tired to notice or care.

You needed food. Now.

The fish hook locked into place and you began climbing. The amount of times your hands slipped became innumerable, and you collapsed on the countertop the minute you got to the top.

Just a few minutes… you told yourself before you passed out.

You awoke swaddled in soft cloth, with loud voices floating around you.

“Do you think they’re okay?”

“Agh, for the last time Tubbo, they’re fine, just exhausted.” An irritated accented voice replied.

“Quiet, I think they’re waking up,” a third voice piped up.

You slowly blinked awake to see three familiar faces.

A short brunette ram hybrid, a tall lanky enderman hybrid, and a blonde human.

The owners of the house.

Your eyes darted between theirs, immediately noticing none seemed aggressive… just curious, if not confused.

“Uh, hi. I’m Ranboo. You kinda… fell asleep on our counter. Are you alright?” The enderman hybrid asked.

You nodded nervously, biting your lip. Your eyes quickly trailed to a bag of chips held in the blonde human’s hands.

Your stomach growled.

There were a few mixed reactions. The blonde human smirked and proceeded to dangle a chip in front of your face.

“What? Ya hungry- Ow!”

“Don’t be mean, Tommy!” The ram hybrid smacked the blonde human, Tommy, in the arm and grabbed the bag, fishing a chip from it and cautiously placing it in front of you.

You eyed it nervously for a second before snatching it up and taking a bite, almost sobbing as the food hit your stomach.

“Thank you…” you mumbled between bites.

“So it can speak- Ow! Tubbo!”

Ranboo rolled his eyes at the other two, crouching down so he was closer to you.

“Ignore them. They’re just… them,” he laughed slightly.

“So, uh… what’s your name?”

You paused, flushing slightly as all the attention suddenly turned to you.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

The trio smiled genuinely, even Tommy.

The words rumbled you out of your slumber. You whined slightly and blinked awake with a tiny yawn. You had vague memories of your parents leaving you here to wait for them but still felt disoriented. This wasn’t your home, in fact, you appeared to be laying in the dirt of a flower pot in a giant’s kitchen.

You heard a loud gasp in front of you and looked up to see the giant of the house that your parent’s borrowed from. You didn’t know his name, but he always wore that same red sweater.

You inhaled sharply and quickly scurried back, hitting your back against the flower’s stem. Your breathing picked up pace. Where were your parents?

“Hey, little one, it’s okay!” The giant spoke, crouching down so his head was level with the counter. Tears began rolling down your cheeks.

“Where my Mama n’ Papa?” You demanded with a whimper.

The giant creased his eyebrows, eyes looking around slightly.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know. It’s okay, I’m sure they’ll be back soon!” He reassured.

You whimpered and curled up against the flower stem, ignoring the giant. They’d be back. You just had to wait.

~•~

You waited five days.

The giant, who you soon learned was named Grian, visited you frequently in your little pot.

You didn’t accept his offerings of food at first, but soon became too hungry to ignore them, scarfing down the bits of bread and golden carrots.

You also didn’t engage with him at first. But soon you came to enjoy his little jokes and talks.

On the fifth day of waiting, when Grian came around to bring you food, you started crying.

“Oh, little one! What’s wrong?” Grian gently rubbed your back with his pointer finger.

“I don’ fink my Mama ‘n Papa are comin’ back,” you sobbed, clinging to his finger.

Grian was quiet for a moment. “Little one, I’ll be honest, I’m not sure they’re coming back either. But… you can live with me, if you want,” he offered slowly.

You blinked and sniffled. “Weally?”

Grian beamed. “Aw, of course! Come ‘ere.”

He placed his palm face up and you crawled into the center of it. Your stomach did somersaults as you were lifted up to Grian’s chest and cradled against it.

“It’s a little funny- get it? Little?” Bad cackled, looking down at the small diamond man.

Skeppy was used to being short compared to Bad. He was a demon for gods’ sake! But this was ridiculous!

He paced on the counter in their kitchen, positively fuming. If diamonds could melt, he would.

Bad cooed and poked him in the stomach with a clawed fingertip and giggled again. “You’re so small!”

“This isn’t a joke, Bad! We need to figure out how to turn me back!” Skeppy shouted.

Bad pouted. “But you’re so cute! Baby Skeppy!” Bad crooned, stroking his hair. Skeppy fought the urge to lean in and be pet. He wasn’t a pet, he wasn’t a six inch tall little thing to be adored, he was a man!

Bad saw his distraught expression and sobered. “Don’t worry, Skeppy, we’ll figure it out, okay?” The demon began drawing circles into his back with his claws.

Skeppy huffed but subconsciously began to relax. The gentle touches were soothing, and he almost… enjoyed the feeling.

But he’d never admit that.

He slouched over slightly and yawned, rubbing his eyes. Bad cooed again. He gave a half-hearted glare.