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Imagine finding some item at a pawnshap/garage sale/thift shop, Maybe the item is a little figuring, maybe it's a book- whatever it is, the item is fairly small. Upon bringing it home, you start feeling weird. Your head hurts. Thinking it's a migraine, you grab the item and go to head to bed, only-
It yelps.
In a panic you drop it.
It screams.
At first you're quite freaked out, but upon realizing that the item is far more freaked out, you start to calm down. They, whatever it is they are, have been bound to that item, fully aware and conscious- able to feel and perceive, yet completely helpless and unable to do anything. Just an inanimate object. You're the first person that's been able to hear them. They're desperate for your help, though you can tell they're still terrified of you. You're huge to them, and they are quite literally unable to do anything except beg you be gentle.
It's odd, comforting an item, especially one so very terrified of you, but you do your best.
After some time, through conscious actions or random happenstance, you're able to figure out how exactly they're bound to the item- a small binding insignia scrawled on the surface of the item. All you'd need to do is interrupt the lines of ink and they'd be freed, returned to whatever body they came from.
Maybe you've grown close, and the notion of them leaving is sad, maybe the item is absolutely annoying and you're so very excited to get them out of your hair- whatever the case, you do it.
Though things don't work as expected.
They don't return to their body... in that, the item doesn't just go silent as the bound soul zips off to reunite with its body. No- instead, the item glows, taking on a human shape. It grows, but to your horror- it doesn't stop at 6ft. Not 7 or 8.... the once-object-now-person keeps growing beyond the limits of what's humanly possible. Are they 12ft? 20?? 50?? Up to you- but they're clearly far too big to be human, and suddenly, that feeling of powerlessness they once felt is now very unpleasantly relatable.
Is it a magic mishap? Are they from another world? A different species? Perhaps they're dangerous, bound for a specific reason. Are they grateful? Annoyed? Angry???
Adhdjsfjdjd I just think there's so much odd potential from what is essentially a very odd size swap. Lots of potential for both angst and sillys and very unique fearplay, and that combo is my go to happy meal.
my favorite setup for a sizeswap is having it be like a freaky friday type situation where the giant and the tiny are jealous of the other's size. picture a human and borrower who've known eachother for a while, the borrower is obviously jealous of the human who gets to go outside and talk to other humans and basically do everything from the borrower's perspective. but maybe the human has a really shitty job or a hectic schedule and is jealous of the borrower for not having to deal with pesky human responsibilities, or maybe they're a celebrity who's tired of the attention and wishes they could just be invisible and unknown to the world like the borrower. then all of a sudden they wake up (bonus points if it's after they have a talk or an argument about how good they think the other one has it) and bam! get sizeswapped idiots. so now they get to see eachother's struggles and realise that no it's not all sunshine and rainbows on the other side actually.
Borrower Skyes Au: Ema and Klavier Sizeswap - A Small Visit
Well, it's been well over 3 months since the last chapter......... like a year and a half LMAO. My writing style is very different now (like how i write in present tense instead of past tense) but i don't feel like going thru the old chapters and changing them to match lol.
Some things to note:
1) i looked up the process of visiting someone in prison and decided it doesnt work for what i want in my fic lmao. if ace attorney can have a fucked up inaccurate legal system then this doesn't have to be accurate either and i can do what i want forever lol
2) I reference this fic that @spirit-small wrote for my au a lot in this!! the experience is definitely enhanced if you read it first
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âKleine Fräulein, we are not doing that!â
âYou canât tell me what to do, fop!â
âIâm serious, there is no way this will end well!â
Ema is giddy, just barely holding back giggles as she practically skips out of the Prosecutorâs Office. The more she thinks about this idea, the more excited she finds herself becomingâ not even the fop could stop her from doing this (and itâs not like he can, not when heâs now the size of a borrower while sheâs the size of a bean).
âItâs not like your brother can do anything to me now!â Ema whispers back. âWhatâs he gonna do? Put me in another jar?â
âWatch before you cross!â the fop hisses in her ear just before she can step onto a busy road, cars speeding by. Sheâs bouncing in place as she waits to cross, the fop on her shoulder gripping her hair tightly as heâs jostled in place.Â
âListen, hĂśr zu!â Thereâs a desperation in his soft voice, even as he speaks quieter. âWe already got plenty of chemicals from the Office, letâs just forget about your idea and head backââ
And Ema promptly tunes him out, ignoring his pleas as she finally crosses the street. She is going to visit his brother, that foptop, whether he wants her to or not.
She looks up at the street signs, mentally going over the directions to the detention center that she managed to get.
The fop just doesnât understand why she has to do this, why she needs to see his brother.
Ema canât stop grinning.Â
Oh, she can just imagine the foptop's face when he sees her again, now the size of a full-grown bean. He'd probably freak out at the sight of her, especially after what happened last time they met. Maybe he'd even beg for her not to hurt him for what he did to her, and maybe she'd pretend to consider showing him mercy.
She giggles. This is going to be so good.
âOne visitor to the foptoâ er, K-Kristoph Gavin!â she announces once they reach the jail, the tiny fop on her shoulder finally shutting up as he hides in her hair.
The bean at the front office just pauses in the donut heâs biting into, just before shoving the rest of it into his mouth and turning to the computer, messy fingers on the keyboard. âName?â
âEma. S-Skyence. Ema Skyence.â
He looks back at her, eyebrow raised.
âLike âscienceâ but with the âkâ sound.â
An awkward pause.Â
âOkayâŚâ
She really shouldâve chosen a better fake name.
The bean asks more questions, most of which Ema doesnât really understand or has no idea how to answer. But she answers them anyway, with the most bean-like answers she can come up with. And the bean types them down, meaning her answers must be good. (Or he doesnât actually care. He seems more concerned about stuffing his face with donuts than questioning most of her replies. Which still works for her.)
Ema canât help but stare at his hands as he types, watching how just a single finger can be used to press down the keys instead of having to use his entire body weight. Now that sheâs bean-sized, she should try it out with the fopâs computer back home. It definitely seems a lot faster that way.
âIâm surprised, honestly,â the bean speaks up after swallowing another donut, filling out more information on the computer. âMr. Gavin doesnât really get any visitors here. Well, except for his brother sometimes. And that defense attorney, Phoenix Wright.â
Ema blinks. âMr. Wright?â There arenât that many defense attorney beans named âPhoenix Wright,â are there?
âOh, were you one of his clients before?â
âEr, something like thatâŚâ
What is Mr. Wright doing with a bean like⌠like the foptop? Thereâs no way theyâre friends⌠are they?
Before she can ask more about him, the bean at the computer speaks up again as he finishes typing. âAll right, there we go! Youâre good to go! Just follow Meekins over there to Mr. Gavinâs cell.â
âYEEESSSSSIR!â
After going through a strange doorway (a âmetal detect-tourâ) the tall bean, one much taller than Ema and almost comical and cartoonish in nature, leads Ema through the prison, down to some farther section away from all the other prisoners. To somewhere called âsolely-tarry confine-mint.â
âWell, this is it, sir!â the tall bean announces loudly as he leads her into a cell that looks a little too nice than what the foptop deserves. âMr. Kristoph Gavinâs cell, maâam sir!â
âQuiet down, Meekins,â the foptop speaks up from where he sits, not looking up from his book. âYour voice is as pleasant as nails scraping across a chalkboard.â
Ema shudders, the foptopâs smooth voice bringing back memories from her one and only encounter with him, memories she doesnât like to dwell on.
(No, this is your chance to finally get revenge! He wonât know what hit him now that Iâm bean-sized!)
âSORRY, SIRRRRRR!!!âÂ
The tall beanâs already loud voice is amplified by the device hanging around his neck, Ema wincing at the volume. She can feel the tiny fopâs entire body cringing on her shoulderâ with his current size, she can only imagine how much worse the sound is for him.
âITâS JUST!!! YOU HAVE A VISITOR, SIRRRR!!!â
âYes, why else would you be here.â The foptop turns a page, still not looking up.Â
The way heâs just so⌠so calm, itâs so frustrating. Ema canât wait to get her hands around his neck. (Maybe. Sheâs not sure yet what sheâs going to do. Sheâs still figuring that out.)
âNow, if you would be so kind as to leave us beâŚâ
âB-BUT SIRââ
âMeekins.â Though he still doesnât look up, the foptopâs voice us low and dangerous, Ema tensing up as goosebumps run along her arms. Hadnât he used that same tone when he first found herâŚ?
âI asked you to leave us alone. Donât make me repeat myself.â
âY-Yes, sir! Sorry, sirrrrrr!â Despite definitely being taller than the foptop, the tall bean is clearly intimidated by him, quickly shuffling away after that threat.
âWell, Wright,â the foptop begins, still not looking up from his book, âif youâre here to ask me again why I killed Mr. Shadi Smith, donât bother. My answer is still the same: I killed him because Iâm an evil human being, end of discussion.â
(Damn right, you are.)
âActually,â Ema speaks up, her voice cracking.
Damn nerves...
She clears her throat, making her voice louder, steadier. âActually, Iâm not Mr. Wright.â
The foptop freezes midway through flipping a page, finally turning his head towards her. His brows raise, eyes widening ever so slightly in what Ema hopes to be shock.
On her shoulder, the tiny fop grips her hair tighter, tense.
Ema just stands taller, puffing out her chest. âBet you regret putting me in a jar and trying to suffocate me now that Iâm the size of a bean!â
âBean?â
Why isnât he feeling threatened?! Ema glares harder, waiting for him to finally crack under her intimidation.
âAh. Youâre my brotherâs⌠roommate.â
Emaâs fists tighten on her bag strap. She canât explain it, but she hates the way he says that word, âroommate.â It feels⌠condescending.
Like he refuses to see her in that way.
âY-Yeah. I am.â
A pause. Neither of them move, just locked in a silent staring contest.
Ema refuses to back down.
âWell? Arenât you scared, foptop?â
Why is her voice wavering? She shouldnât be scared now, not when sheâs the size of a bean.
âScared?â the foptop asks with a stupid smirk, pushing up his glasses. âWhy should I be scared?â
Ema takes a deep breath, forcing herself to stop shaking. âBecause Iâm bean-sized,â she states again. âI can get my revenge on you now.â
And the foptop just laughs. His laugh is loud, menacing, echoing in the cell around them.Â
She hates his laugh.
âFine, then.â With that, he closes his book, setting it aside, and he stands up.
Heâs⌠taller than Ema. Much tallerâŚ
It never occurred to her that heâd still be taller than her even when sheâs bean-sized.
âGo on, then,â he taunts, arms outstretched at his sides. âGet your revenge on me now that youâve inexplicably grown to human size.â
Ema canât move. She canât speak. Her throat is tight, her chest heavy.
Sheâs the size of a human bean, but with the foptop towering over her, itâs like sheâs normal size again. The giant foptop looming, able to grab her in his massive hand at any time, dropping her in another jarâŚ
Her grip tightening even more on her bag strap, she hunches into herself, taking a step back.
âWhatâs the matter?â He takes a step closer, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses. She backs away more.
She hates how he mocks her.
âI thought you were going to get your revenge on me, were you not?â
She says nothing. Maybe this really was a bad ideaâŚ
âOr I suppose your revenge is shrinking down my brother and keeping him prisoner on your shoulder.â
Emaâs eyes widen. She had forgotten about him. One hand immediately goes to her shoulder to shield him, the tiny fop shifting tensely as he tries to stay even more hidden in her hair.
âOh, did you think I wouldnât notice him sitting there on your shoulder? I almost thought you brought him along to taunt me.â
âHeâs not my prisoner,â Ema finds herself saying, her fingers now curling up protectively. She doesnât know why she feels the need to defend him. âIâm finding a way to get him back to normal.â
âAnd am I wrong to assume youâre at fault for his minuscule size?â
She doesnât answer.
The foptop extends his hand to her, palm up with a grin. âNow, Iâd like my brother if you donât mind. Iâm not comfortable leaving him in the hands of someone like you.â
Ema doesnât move. No, she canât let the foptop have his brother.
The foptop frowns, a certain danger in his eyes that makes Emaâs blood run cold. âDonât make me ask again,â he says, his voice low and threatening. âHand over my brother. Now.â
Emaâs fingers wrap around the fop, refusing to obey.
âIâm staying with her,â the fop suddenly speaks up before Ema can say anything, moving her hair out of his way to show himself to his brother. His voice is loud and steady; if it werenât for the way heâs trembling in her hand, she wouldâve believed heâs not even a little bit afraid of this situation.
The foptop arches a brow, his frown almost a scowl now. âYouâre staying with her?â he repeats incredulously, shaking his head. âReally now, entrusting your safety to this..."Â
The foptop pauses, his eyes narrowing as he glares down at her.Â
ââŚcreature, at a time like this⌠Rather reckless of you, don't you think?"
Emaâs blood boils.
Creature. Thatâs what he called her: creature.
Sheâs not even a person to him.
All Ema can do is glare.
"My choice to trust Kleine Fräulein is none of your business," the fop replies, his voice not wavering despite how much he shakes. He grabs onto her fingers, wrapping his tiny arms tight around them. âIâm not a child anymore, Kris, I can take care of myself.â
Ema canât explain the warmth she feels in her chest at his contact.
The foptop, meanwhile, hardly shows any reaction, though the look in his eyes tells Ema everything. âListen to yourself, Klavier,â he says quite forcefully. âYouâre four inches tall and you think the reasonable course of action is to willingly endanger yourself by staying in the possession of the lunaticââ He practically hisses the word. ââwho did this to you. Your diminished size seems to have affected your ability to even think logically.
The shrunken fop hesitates, having no reply.
âHmph. Sounds like youâre finally listening to reason.â
The foptop steps towards her again, hand outstretched once more. She takes another step back.
Ema doesnât know whyâ hell, she doesnât even understand what exactly is going through her mind right nowâ but she knows she canât let the foptop have his brother. She canât let that happen. Not here, and not during a time like this.
She has to keep the fop away.
She doesnât even realize what sheâs doing until her fist makes contact with the foptop's jaw.
âââ
"Man, that was a terrible idea. We really shouldn't have done something so incredibly reckless.â
âJa,â Klavier deadpans, his grip tight on a lock of her hair as she walks, âthat was an awful idea. I wonder why we decided to do it.â
Kleine Fräulein doesnât respond.
Not that he expects her to.
The walk away from the prison is silent between them, neither of them uttering a word.
With each step, Klavier finds himself very conscious of every breath he takes, his chest tight.
Dealing with Kris is something he can usually handle; the man had practically raised him since the two of them were boys, Klavier growing up knowing what heâs like. Sure, heâs sometimes⌠difficult to put it lightly, and he was found guilty of murder, but⌠Kris is still his brotherâŚ
He stares down at his fistsâ despite how tightly he holds onto Kleine Fräuleinâs hair, they still shake violently. Itâs⌠HeâsâŚÂ
He gulps, breathing suddenly difficult.
Heâs never felt as small as he did compared to his brother today, and it wasn't just literally. The way Kristoph spoke, so condescending and demeaning, as if Klavier isnât his own person, an adult who can make his own decisions...
As if heâs still the helpless little boy who relied so much on his older brother... Who trusted his older brother without fail or questionâŚ
âAt least that felt good,â Kleine Fräulein suddenly speaks up, interrupting his thoughts as she continues to walk who knows where. âI mean, my hand still hurts, but I didn't realize how satisfying that would be. Probably the closest I'll ever get to punching you, fop.â
Despite it all, Klavier canât help but chuckle at her remark. Thereâs some comfort in how even in this crazy situation theyâve found themselves in, Kleine Fräulein is still the same as ever.
Itâs calming, in a strange way.
âWe should do this again more often. Or at least while Iâm still so huge. I have more Iâd like to do to that jerk of a fop.â
He shakes his head with a smile. âI doubt Kris would agree to be your punching bag again. Besides, theyâre definitely not letting you back in there after you got kicked out for that.â
âA minor inconvenience.â
He laughs, and in that moment, everything almost feels okay. Almost.
When his laughter dies down, Klavier purses his lips. He stares up at herâ from his vantage point on her shoulder, hidden in her hair, itâs rather difficult to see her face clearly.
His throat tightens.
He stares down at his wrist, his crystal bracelet from Kleine Fräulein still adorning it, having shrunken with him.
After a moment, he scoots closer to Kleine Fräulein's neck, the lock of hair still tight in his grip. "Danke, Kleine Fräulein..." he somehow manages to choke out, leaning into her warmth.
She just hums in reply, almost nonchalantly, Klavier feeling the vibration from her neck as she does so.Â
He closes his eyes, just trying to forget today, just trying to forget his fears, and just trying to forget how miniscule he is.
Being with Kleine Fräulein doesnât exactly help him feel better about it allâ she seems to enjoy being the bigger person for once, based on how she treats him nowâ but at least... she makes him feel safe.
"You know," she speaks up after several minutes of silence, Klavier's eyes snapping open, "it's been a long day. I think we should get some Snackoos. As a treat. Where do you beans borrow stuff from?"
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