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Was listening to Tomcat Disposables by Will Wood and accidentally started thinking about Borrower!Grace... "and my mind's not one bite smaller or lesser than yours" okokok. Ok. That poor little bastard 😭
I thought, oh that's a really good line for borrower!Grace, he's definitely got something to prove about his own smarts compared to a human. So I went to give the song a listen and??? Anon it's so sad wtf. 😭😭😭 Song about a mouse doing his best to get by, struggling every step of the way, and then just when he thinks he's made a friend there's a trap?
Augh. Borrower!Grace on Earth vibes indeed. Thank you. How dare.
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Hi there! I’ve been inspired by this post for literal weeks now about a human befriending a whole community of borrowers—long story short, I may have gotten a bit carried away…
Here’s hoping it strikes a chord with other G/t fans! But to be honest I’m having such a fun time writing these characters either way, lols. I already have the next few chapters written out and waiting to edit. Yippee, go my blorbos!!
👇 Read the first part below 👇
Garden Party
Part I: “You’re Invited!”
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The front door eased open with a menacing creak. I shut my eyes tight as the night breeze washed over me, that even in the warmth of early spring seemed to bite at me like a ghost, daring to possess me. But I would not let it win. Not this time. Just remember to breathe, I reminded myself—in for four, hold for four, out for four—as I put my weight onto that first front step.
In complete contrast to the fenced-in backyard, the front was an overgrown wreck. It all blurred into the surrounding darkness as I shuffled down the narrow remains of the pathway in my slippers, nearing the edge of the yard where a pileup of mail had collected by a dense hedge that might at one point have contained a mailbox, now shrouded beneath several layers of matted green.
Slowly, I knelt to pick it up. Shaky fingers curled around the edges of the rain-soaked paper stack when, out of the bleary corners of my vision, something white slid past my hand, stopping me dead in my tracks. It inspired such a state of confusion that I nearly forgot I was outside at all.
“Oh,” I muttered, a breathy gasp of a word from a mouth that briefly forgot it could even speak. Then with all the precision of a heart surgeon on their first day of work, the thumbnail-sized envelope was picked up and placed with the rest of the stack.
“Um, thank you?” It wasn’t meant to sound like a question, but it slipped out that way regardless, and I grimaced at the grating sound of my own terribly unused voice. Likewise, this was met with no response. Although, as I prepared to head back insids, I could’ve sworn I saw a miniature thumbs up from somewhere within the leafy curtains of that hedge.
The front door was shut behind my back harshly and with haste, leaning against it for a moment as I continued to time each little breath; counting four, four, four... until all the leftover tingles had left my body and my pulse had returned to its usual sluggish pace.
The letter. Right. They sent me a letter.
My eyes blinked open, immediately going to search around the deceptively empty house for a tool of some kind. A knife seemed way too much for the task, but then, so did the kitchen scissors. I huffed under my breath as I continued to rifle through various drawers and cabinets, taking care to close each one softly despite the slow buildup of desperation adding a sharp edge to my movements. There really weren’t many options available, when I thought about it. There smaller sewing scissors somewhere in the house, but I hadn’t touched the things in years, let alone remembered where they were.
In lack of a better idea, I reached for the first even possibly useful tool that came to mind, and swiftly took a seat at the small kitchen table to begin putting it to use.
A toothpick, markedly longer than the envelope itself, was nudged carefully under the flap and shuffled from side-to-side at increasingly longer stretches until finally coming free entirely. My previously narrowed eyes and hunched-over posture sprang back open with an air of immense celebration that was felt only by myself in the dim light of the kitchen; but it was felt all the same, and it took everything in me not to squeal with excitement as I shook the contents of it into an open palm.
Because, despite knowing likely what it was for, and who exactly it was from, I in no way was expecting… this.
The only word I could make out at first without the use of a magnfier was “invitation” written in big—well, relatively big—letters at the top of the paper square. Moving to stand did nothing to tear my eyes away from the gorgeously detailed design of this incredibly thoughtful gesture. It simply had to be appreciated in full.
Blindly tugging open a nearby cabinet with the use of my freehand, a glass cup was swiftly utilized as a sort of makeshift magnifying glass, pressing my eye to the back of it after placing both it and the letter down on the countertop. There it was in all of its lovely handwritten glory; an invitation to a start-of-summer festival, followed up by a date and an address. Three days from now, and in my very own backyard.
At the same time I was suddenly so wildly aware of my surroundings, I also didn’t mind one bit if anyone had been awake that late to see the immense smile that broke out across my face then. What I did care about someone else witnessing was what I did next, however, as I gave a quick glance-over of the general area, more so searching for a particular someone who seemed to enjoy sneaking up on me in moments like these.
Coming up empty, I made a quick pivot for the bedroom, trying my best to quiet my already slipper-enforced footsteps even in the wake of a heart that wanted to beat out of my chest, and in all the best ways. It was a nice break from the usual anxiety-fueled reasons, at least. Getting down onto my knees once again, I was left one-handedly fumbling underneath the bed until I felt my fingers graze over something smooth and metallic. If that wasn’t difficult enough, managing to also open the padlock with a single hard was a feat in and of itself. But, I noted proudly to myself, if I could open a letter with a toothpick, then what couldn’t I do?
The sticker-coated lid lifted with little fanfare, revealing a treasure trove inside it that to anyone else may have just looked like a box of sentimental trinkets or mini keepsakes. But this was so much more than that. To me, it was more akin to an evidence locker for some ongoing case, a corkboard with red string being pieced together one item, one scrap, one gift at a time.
And at the center of it all, was a journal.
They preferred their privacy, I understood that well and even said as much several times—but my fear of getting someone’s name or favorite color wrong was so, so much greater.
Sorry, Lawrence.
After double and triple checking my surroundings, just to be extra safe, I placed the generous invitation inside the box and shut the lid until I was certain I heard the lock click back into place. Then I tucked it back under the bed and returned to the ever-present task of finding something to busy myself with, made different only by lingering smile on my face and the absent fidgeting while I worked.
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I’d known about them ever since I moved in, to tell the truth. And, while we’re being honest, I’m pretty sure I frustrated the hell out of them at first. Which was fair. I mean, how exactly were you supposed to find the time to borrow when the human living there never left the house, not even to go and collect the damn mail?
So, I guess in some ways it was bound to happen eventually. Even still, those first couple of years were kept in a state of peaceful anonymity. One that I’d be lying to say I didn’t enjoy to some degree. I would often leave things like food out on the counters just to watch it mysteriously vanish overnight, alongside various other items such as paper or batteries or led... and in return?
When things would inevitably get bad, with me, for however long it lasted; it brought me a certain comfort to know that someone, or something at the very least, was benefitting from my being around. Call it self indulgent, or narcissistic, or whatever else my mind had tried to chastise me with throughout the whole ordeal. Whatever our odd arrangement was at the time, it had worked to keep me going. More so than they’ll likely ever know.
Keeping the noise wasn’t too much of a hassle, either. Texting instead of calling, listening to music or watching shows only with headphones on, and of course, walking a bit softer around the house after sundown.
I never knew how or when exactly, but one of them must’ve figured out that I knew after a year or two of this dance. And that person told another person, who told another person, until the news had travelled up and up the metaphorical grapevine to their... well, leader, I’d presumed.
He introduced himself as Lawrence, standing right on top of that same kitchen table.
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Okay hear me out. Imagine a story where a scientist is leading a tour of kids through his lab, showing off all the inventions that will hopefully one day help humanity! In this tour is his son, who is very excited to be with his dad at his job, while also technically going to school? Win Win!! His dad has been a bit overprotective of him, but he sort of enjoys the attention. Although he isn’t too keen on his classmates who bully (perhaps one of the bullies is his brother or something) him for it, still poking and teasing him during the tour.
After awhile the dad shows off a portal machine which can open a portal to a whole new world, or at least that’s what they think it leads to anyway. The lab hasn’t fully tested it and is making a robot to send in first. The kids all ask if they can see it and the science team agrees as long as no one goes over the rails towards the portal, cause it seems to have a suction. (You can see where this is going I bet) The science team flips on the machine and the portal lights up, and while everyone is distracted the bully decides to have some fun, whispering into the Scientist kid’s ear something like “Maybe you’ll see your mom over there” or “Perhaps I should just take out trash like you. You’re just wasting dad’s time anyway” before the kid can really process what happens he is pushed over the rail into the portal, disappearing. The machine shuts off with a clunk and the dad is pissed. He is shouting at the bully about how stupid that was and how they have no idea if it’s even life sustainable on the other side! A guard nearby says that the kid is in real serious trouble for so many reasons, only for the dad to chime in that the bully better hope his kid is alive cause if he isn’t, he’ll get a murder charge. The bully explains he didn’t mean to only for most of the class saying that the bully always does this and one student even repeats what he said before he pushed the kid in. They decide to end the tour early and send everyone home, while the bully is escorted out by the guards and won’t be going home soon.
The science team asks what they’re gonna do and the dad says they’re gonna make something. Perhaps a suit or vehicle so that he can go into the portal and find his son. The team nods and quickly gets to work, they know it’ll take more than a few weeks, but maybe if they are lucky the kid will be okay, and maybe they can get it done faster.
Meanwhile, the kid flies through the portal and lands on a soft ground. Panicking he sits up and looks around, only to notice he’s on a huge bed. The portal sent him to a world that was way bigger than his own. Fear strikes him as he realizes where there is a big bed, there’s a big person. He’s right when he looks over across the room and sees a huge person sitting at a desk mumbling to themself. He’s frozen in fear and can’t move, even when the person swings around from their chair and walks over to their bed only to pause and stare at him.
The giant just stared at him, confused as to why there is a tiny child in their bed. They swear they didn’t put them there and are about to say something when the kid just burst out crying and the giant panicked. They quickly kneel by their bed and try to hush the child and tell them that it’s okay. The child keeps sobbing and soft hiccups can be heard, but eventually the kid quiets down a bit. The giant carefully asks how the kid got there, and the boy answers between sobs. The giant listens and the boy eventually bursts into tears again, crying out that they want their dad. The giant gently scoops them up, and holds them close saying “hey, hey, it’s going to be alright. You said your dad was a scientist…sooo he must have seen you get pushed in. I bet he’s trying to get back to you, he just has to figure out how to.” The kid sniffles and asks if the giant really believes that and they nod. They then reassure the kid that they won’t hurt them and that they’ll watch and care for them, until their dad comes to save them. The boy nods and the giant pauses and asks if he likes movies. The boy says yes and that he likes action like movies. The giant then decides that maybe they could watch a movie, to help the boy calm down, they’ll even let the kid choose the movie. He gets a little excited over this and the two of them go and do exactly that. Through this we learn that the worlds are almost identical, but some things are changed like Superman is Aceman, and Ice Cream is Frost Gel. All still the same thing, just named differently, which both the giant and boy find amusing.
The boy stays with the giant for little over a week, getting used to the large surroundings and the movements of the giant. The giant provides a small house to the boy, made of a box and Legos, which the boy had fun playing with and designing that part of the little home. In the other world the dad and his team finally finished the suit. It was built to survive space, acid, lava, and other possibilities. It had a backpack built into the back that held food rations, weapons, tools, and other things for survival. There was also the case, which contained all the parts for a small return portal back home. Which had been tested multiple times….just not cross dimensionally. The suit also had a built in camera that would send live video feed back to the team while the dad, who wanted to be the one who went through, was over there looking for his son. He’d also do some science stuff, like take samples and explore a bit.
The day finally arrives and the dad walks through the portal. He finds himself behind a large plush wall, and he starts to walk around it when he hears booming voices. Meanwhile the giant is laying in bed scrolling through their phone. The kid is sleeping in their little house for a quick nap. Then out of the corner of their eye they see something move out from behind their pillow. The dad looks up and catches the giant’s eye glancing at him. He freezes, and then grabs a weapon from the bag. This causes the giant to freak out and quickly flop out of their bed and onto the floor. The dad runs over and, using the mic in his suit, shouts “WHERE IS HE?!?!?” The giant, confused as hell, asks that the “crazy living action figure dude” please put down the weapon, while also asking what he means. The dad just shouts “IF YOU DID ANYTHING TO HIM I SWEAR I’LL..” the threat falls from his lips as the giant rises above him and cautiously walks over to the little house. They open the top and reach in, carefully waking the boy up and whispering that they have a surprise. The dad, still in a fighting stance, watches as the giant approaches with something in their hands. He’s about to fight, when the giant opens their hands and reveals his son, causing him to freeze. The boy pauses, not recognizing him cause of the suit, but once the dad rips the helmet off, the kid jumps off the giants hand and rushes to embrace his dad.
Both the kid and the dad just tightly hold onto each other as the giant just smiles softly, watching them. They then comment how much of a strong and loving dad the kid has and how the dad has such a brave and smart son. They both look up at the giant, who gives them a sweet smile. The dad explains they can go back home and the son is excited to tell his dad everything he learned about the place. The giant asks if there is anything they can do to help, which the dad asks if there is a safe place to setup a portal device somewhere that isn’t, well, a bed. The giant nods, and offers their hand to the pair. The son quickly hops on and the dad, carefully steps on after a bit of encouragement from his son. The giant takes them to their desk and says they can set it up in the free space near the wall.
After some time the portal is up and running and the dad has some samples, including a hair from the giant, and the small pair is ready to go home. The giant remarks that they’ll probably be seeing more of the tiny people, but says that they are welcome to visit. The boy hugs the giants hand and thanks them for taking care of them. The dad also thanks them for watching over his son, and says that he’s glad that the giant was the one to find his son. They take their leave and the story comes out in their world about what happens. The bully is still charged for some things, mostly messing with official government science stuff, but everything seems fine in the end. Plus the boy made an amazing friend, and the dad found someone he can trust to watch his son.
Anyway, basically what if a portal led to a giant world similar to our own, but it was discovered because some kids decided to mess with a kid. Resulting in the kid getting lost in that world, having to wait to be found or find a way back themself?
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Amazing site with an endless amount of naming resources
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Sweet Polly Oliver and Sweet on Polly Oliver situations (think of Disney’s Mulan for an example)
How to write multiple viewpoints/juggling a main cast of more than 4 to 6 characters
How to make readers care about your morally gray hero/anti-hero
On platonic OC and canon character relationships
How to avoid Godmodding in RPs
When it’s cheap to kill off a character
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