#theybiblee

(For RP!Phil)

Two tiny blobs slipped into the wall of the house. Perfect timing.

Olli gestured to Bibs that the coast was clear, and the two quickly slid across the floor. Hiding behind the corner, Bibs reconstructed their top half, peering over to where Phil was. Oh boy, this was gonna be the perfect prank. They held their hand out to Olli, who gave them the water gun. They carefully took a few steps…

*creeeeeaaaak*

Fuck.

A giant crow sat in the middle of the valley, looking around curiously, very fluffy bird.

Bibs and Olli, who were out finding ingredients as usual, were just heading back to their cabin, were walking through the area, and heard the rustling. Olli bounded over to it, with Bibs following behind, and looked around Just before giving up, Bibs spotted the big beady eyes.

Phil woke up bright and early the next morning, the sun wasn’t even up yet, and…he was still tiny.

Flapping his wings he flew down, right onto the desk, confused and terrified about what to do, he should be back to normal but he wasn’t, he was still tiny.

For all Phil knows he’s stuck like this permanently.

Phil ran as fast he could, slipping under the door frame, hoping Bibs was home, the avian was the size of the mouse, and he was trying to avoid getting in contact with Ollie. As he knew the cat probably won’t recognize him, he crawled into the workshop, scurrying around.

The stupid size shifting potion lasts 24 hours god dammit Tommy.

This is quick and easy, the avian thought, entering through the window, grabbing the vial, and as soon as he was about to leave.

“What the fuck?…ACK!”

Phil yelped, wings closed, as he squirmed a bit, the rope moved a bit above his head, his arms held up on both ends, a trap if he’s ever seen it, the potion dropping from his hands, shattering on the floor, legs dangling.

Shit.