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He had especially taken a liking to this demon whose home he had stumbled upon a little over a year ago, the way he always made muffins gave him plenty of opportunities to sneak some spilled ingredients or even a few bites of the finished product.

But none of those thoughts now, he needed to focus. He was pulling off one of his most dangerous pranks yet, but, he thought, not more dangerous than when he accidentally fired a crossbow at the masked human. That had been a terrible mistake. One that he hoped not too repeat, the details aren’t important.

So anyways, his next prank was fairly simple. He would go inside the box underneath the glowing square that Bad (Which was the name of the Demon) uses regularly, and mess it up. Initially, he had brushed away the idea deeming that it was too dangerous and become "roasty toasty" as Bad said a lot to the square. But upon further inspection, he thinks that his diamond skin should be enough to protect him from any shock. (If his skin is strong enough to survive acid, it should be able to handle this...).

Bad had just finished another event on Munchy, the stream had gone fairly well. Sometimes he felt as though something (Or someone...) was missing from his life. Which was peculiar as he doesn't believe he's missing anyone. But whenever he got this feeling he liked to bake Muffins, there's something so therapeutic about the aroma and the art of baking. Whenever he does he can take his mind off of things, and instead focus on what was immediately going on around him.

He usually took this time to think about what might be the cause of the strange occurrences that had been going on around his home. The strangest being the almost death of Mr. Squeegy and the ordering of 72 Pizzas to his house. (Why 72? Bad wasn't sure.)

At first, he had no idea who or what was causing this. Until he noticed a small, blue man taking away some muffin batter on the counter behind him via reflection. The tiles on his wall had been reflective as he had just cleaned them of any messy batter. Bad was understandably freaked out but didn't react at the time so he didn't scare the little guy. After he went back behind the toaster, Bad puzzled over what or who he could be. Eventually he decided to sleep on it, thinking that he was just tired and imagining things.

But then after that he noticed the diamond a LOT more. The little Muffinhead wasn’t very stealthy. Bad was surprised that he hadn’t noticed him sooner, which made him wonder how long he had been here. Was he the ghost who had been haunting him? For the past year and two months, he’s been trolled mysteriously.

One of the more memorable times was when someone ordered 72 Pizzas to his house, or when Mr. Squeegy’s bucket fell over. That moment still haunts him to this day, he’s just glad he was able to save him. After that nothing else happened to Mr. Squeegy.

(A few days later…)

Skeppy severely underestimated the strength of electricity in computers. He had just been sawing through the wire when an enormous shock erupted blasting him out of the PC. He wasn't too injured, but then he heard "Oh, are you okay?" A voice, that was all too familiar.

This little guy was such a Muffin head, what on earth was the guy thinking? "Are you hurt at all?" Bad attempted to ask the guy, but he seemed, shocked, to say the least. "Here, I'll get you a wet towel." Bad had no idea how to take care of burns, but he imagined getting some cold water would help. He ran some water on a small towel and went back to the little guy who had gotten up and had wandered to the edge of the desk more visibly. Bad would've loved to help the guy himself, but when he saw him flinch when Bad tried to bring the cloth closer, he stopped and set it down next to him.

"What's your name?" Bad said as Skeppy took the towel, still a bit stunned at being caught, especially since it seemed as if Bad had known he was here the whole time. After a bit of rubbing the burns, Skeppy mustered out a response. "S-Skeppy, Have you always known I was here?" The Demon took a second to respond, "Not ALL the time, I only discovered you a few weeks ago when I saw you in a reflection. A reflection? Skeppy guessed that the wall had been a bit shiny on some days. He decided to be a bit direct, "What are you going to do to me?" He asked, managing to keep the shake out of his voice.

"Wha- Nothing really, I'll just fix you up, and then you can do, whatever you normally do?" Skeppy was skeptical, to say the least. But without any other real options, he decided to oblige. After his burns were cleaned up a bit, it was time for him to have a bit of a rest and some dinner. "Soo, I know you probably won't like this, but it's the best way for a Muffin like you to get to the couch." Bad started, "Will it be alright if I could... carry you? The very idea of it spooked him, but he had "known" Bad long enough to know that he probably wouldn't hurt him.

"Yeah, it'll be fine," Skeppy answered, awaiting for Bad to pick him up. But he had a better idea. Bad went ahead and placed their black furry palm face up just barely touching the edge of the table and awaited for Skeppy to clamber on. Bad definitely didn't want to muffin up this first interaction by scooping him up like that. It took a minute, but Skeppy eventually stepped foot onto Bad's hand. The sensation was extremely unnerving as a cold, yet soft, feet clambered onto his hand, they were SO tiny.

Bad's fingers instinctively curled a bit to protect the miniature life in his hand. He very slowly walked over to the couch and used a rag to cover Skeppy as he gently set down the diamond onto the couch. "Hold on a sec, I'll get you a snack," Bad told him as he left to break off a bit of a muffin he had baked a few hours ago.

Skeppy, meanwhile, was trying to figure out why he had enjoyed being held lovingly, protectively by that guy. I mean, he was a literal Demon after all, but Skeppy guessed that there was a reason he had a Halo placed on top of his head.

While he was pondering, Bad reentered the room and set down a chunk of muffin beside him, and Skeppy took it gratefully. "Is there anything else you need Skeppy?" He asked, "Yeah, could I have some water?" Skeppy asked, with a mischievous thought in mind, he pulled out a needle he had on him and concealed it under the rag. After a bit, Bad came back with a water bottle, and informed Skeppy that he would tip the almost empty bottle and very carefully have him drink it. The situation was too perfect.

Bad's hand immediately retracted as a small spray of water-soaked his hand and part of his sleeve. Initially, he was bewildered, but then he saw a small needle stuck into the side of the bottle he had been using to help Skeppy drink. "Skeppy!" Bad started, "Did You Puncture The Bottle?!" Bad was a bit annoyed and surprised at the boldness of what Skeppy had done. But any annoyance he had immediately melted away as he heard Skeppy's soft giggles of joy. From that point on, Badboyhalo promises that he would protect and care for Skeppy always, no matter how much of a Muffin Head he is at times.

After a few days, Bad made a search to try to see if he could find a small working computer to play with Skeppy on. He was amazed to find a place dedicated to making small functional things like computers, it was also run by George! He wondered why he would make things like this, but he certainly was glad he did. After that, he taught Skeppy how to play Minecraft, and made videos with him. Regrettably, this ended up giving Skeppy a whole new way to troll him. He was less than displeased to encounter the first trolls done. But in the end, he knew it would always be fixed, not out of fear for what Bad might do to him, but out of respect and love for his big friend.

A good distance away...

5-up was confused when he met Skeppy for the first time over VC with Fundy, he wondered who he lived with and who provided the borrower with the equipment, he does regret that Skeppy had finally been caught. But to be fair, he was always too daring for his own good at times.

THE END.

To make sense of how this had happened, we'd have to go back to yesterday, after Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo had left, after that whole crazy ordeal, 5-up wondered constantly as to whether or not Fundy would be like that. He had thought about revealing himself to the Fox but was always far too terrified to ever even attempt to do something like that.

However, he did end up deciding to do something ballsy that might get him caught forcibly. Of course, he would never consciously do this, he did it mainly because of the probable large amount of food in there. (Like no one Fox could eat the amount of candies he’d brought in there.) So after Fundy had left the room to use the bathroom, how could he not sneak into the room?

Phil had ended stream not all that long ago, he had wanted to ask Tommy why he hadn't been available to record or stream lately but decided against it. After all, Tommy was just a teenager who had his own life, and that was that. So that was why he was watching Fundy's stream when Fundy had misclicked and not ended the stream. He sighed as he went to DM Fundy that he needed to end the stream.

Ph1lzA: Fundy mate, you forgot to end ur stream.

That was when both Phil and chat realized that there was someone else in the room, that none of them recognized. "What the f*ck?" Phil said aloud as he then DM'ed Fundy again, meanwhile the Chat was going crazy.

inniter#1: Who is that dream4life: Fundy didn't end strem Pog lmanburgswife: Fundy?? InnitFan2011: Robbery (Concerned Pepe) Wallber2001: who dat

So anyway, Phil DM'ed Fundy, while ignoring Boots who was yowling in the background.

Fundy: Ok, I'll go and end strem thanks. Ph1lzA: Fundy, I think there's someone in your streaming room, there's a voice on the mic mate. Ph1lzA: Do you want me to call the Police?

Fundy, however, did not see those last two messages, for when Philza told him he hadn't ended stream, he immediately left the bathroom and headed straight to his recording room where he was met with, a strange sight to say the least.

5-up during all of this, was on Fundy's desk muttering to himself wondering why the hell the Fox was using this small screen when he had a much bigger one outside. He was also muttering curses as he tried to drag away a whole cookie assuming he had plenty of time.

And that was when he heard the creak of a door, and saw a flash of orange out of the corner of his eye. "AHA!" Shouted the voice of the Fox in triumph as the clawed fingers wrapped around 5-up. 5-up wasn't sure what was scarier, seeing his village getting harvested by Farmers or the look the Fox was giving him as he was held.

He absolutely HATED how he felt at that moment, it was just pure fear. He had almost no time to take in the horrifying sight he was in for. He felt the tight pressure of Fundy's fingers wrapped around his small form, since he was easily just a tad bit smaller than his thumb he could easily be snapped like a twig with the slightest twitch. But he wasn't focusing on that, he couldn't look away from The Fox's pearly razor-sharp teeth that were the size of boulders.

"Gotcha Rat!" Fundy said in triumph as he turned on the light to get a better look at the mouse or whatever he had caught rifling through his snacks. However, when the light came on, Fundy was, shocked, to say the least. And by that, he means that he made a little squeak sound as he dropped the apparently living radish back onto his desk and backed away.

5-up fell and fell with a little “oof.” When he hit the ground. He could barely find the courage to react, but when he did, he BOOKED it to the back of the desk and went behind a cabinet, "Wait, what the f*ck are you!" The Fox boomed as he attempted to move the cabinet. 5-up started down the rope he had used to get up to the desk as fast as he could, he's surprised he didn't slip with the amount of Radish Juice he was sweating.

The Fox had finished moving the desk. "Wait, where'd you go?" Fundy boomed from high above, 5-up looked back once and saw Fundy's boots and tail, and also the terrifying sight of him leaning down and reaching out under the desk groping for him. Without another thought, he bolted through the grate and all the way back to his Base.

Three hours later...

It had only been three hours since Fundy had encountered the little person in his home, and he was still trying to process the whole ordeal. He was resting on his couch, tail laying listlessly next to him when he received a DM from Tubbo.

Tubbo: How you doing Fundy?

Fundy thought about whether or not to tell the Bee man about the tiny person that he had encountered, he settled with making it a hypothetical question.

Fundy: Tubbo, what would u do if u encountered a small man in your house? Tubbo: Hmmm, I'd probably try to befriend them by building trust and trying not to grab at them.

"Tubbo, that sh*t was not subtle in the slightest." Tommy scolded after Tubbo sent it. "Why? What's wrong with it?" he asked confused. "Oh c'mon Bee Boy," Tommy started, "The way you answered it makes it sound like you know small people!" Tom was on Tubbo's phone that was resting on the table, it was a bit awkward for Tubbo to use like that, but it was safer than Tommy sitting on his shoulder with the possibility of falling off.

"Okay well, what should I have said, Big Man?" Tommy thought for a sec, "You could've phrased it with more, what's the word Ranboob?" Tommy asked the bag of crisps a few inches away. "Subtlety." Came Ranboo's voice from the crisp bag just a bit muffled. "Yeah, what that b*tch said." Bee Boy frowned for just a moment, "Alright I'll do that next time."

During all of this, 5-up was still hyper-ventilating from what had happened a little while ago. Tubbo had been able to help calm him down before he fainted and died, he was grateful that Ranboo had given him a spare phone that they had. He had no idea what to do now, his instincts told him that he should run as far away as he can from that feral Fox. But Tubbo had claimed that he'd speak with Fundy, so he had to hope for the best.

Then a knock came from the wall next to him, (He knows that he said he ran back to Base, but he was too exhausted by the fear and had simply collapsed not too long after entering the vent.) "H-hey, little person." The Fox whispered awkwardly. 5-up instantly froze. Even though he logically knew that Tubbo had probably told him to be nice or whatever, he was still scared sh*t less by this guy.

“I know you are probably scared,” Yeah, and that’s probably an understatement. “But I promise that I won’t hurt you.” 5-up could potentially believe that, if he wasn’t a fox. You know, the species most associated with being sly and deceptive, and even still, he could hurt him in accident. 5-up didn’t respond.

“It’s fine if you don’t wanna speak, I’ll leave out some food for you on the counter in the kitchen if that’s okay.” However, 5-up, regardless of his skepticism trusted Tubbo a bit. So while he didn't respond, he still went to the kitchen vent and was pleased to find a full cookie waiting there.

A few days later...

From that point on, it was pretty repetitive. Every day Fundy would talk to the wall in an attempt to get anything out of the mysterious tiny radish person, more specifically its name. He was elated when one day after asking for the millionth time what their name was, he finally got an answer. The sound that came from the vent in his recording room was so quiet that any other creature's ears would probably fail to pick it up, but not Fundy's. "f- 5-up." Fundy was briefly confused at who spoke before he realized.

Sure it may have taken 5-up a full week to tell Fundy his name or speak to him in general, but the way the Fox's ears perked up after realizing it was the Radish hybrid who had spoken was a bit adorable. "My name is 5-up." He said again a bit louder, he was positioned at the vent just right so that Fundy couldn't see him, but he could see Fundy. He did hear Fundy's little tone of confusion when he asked "5-up? That's a strange name." 5-up felt a bit indignant about this. "Really? and Fundy's such a normal name?" He instantly regretted this and was going to apologize when Fundy let out a bark of laughter at the statement.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. But even still you have an actual number in your name." After that, they started talking a lot more. 5-up found that he really enjoyed talking with this guy, he had a lot of things to say. And as time passed 5-up got closer, both literally and figuratively to Fundy. He found himself talking to Fundy in closer places than he would've before. In the beginning, he wasn't visible, just barely inside the vent, then he came right to the opening where he was visible. Next, he got onto the high-up shelf that Fundy would need a stepping stool to reach, he stayed at that location during their talks for quite a bit.

"So like, what even are you?" Fundy asked one day inquisitively. "What do you mean?" 5-up said though he knew perfectly well what Fundy meant. "Well, there is the fact that you are a literal breathing Radish person." 5-up took a moment on whether or not he should tell him, and he decided to do so. "Well, we are called Borrowers." He responded, Fundy took a second before he responded, "That's a cool name."

"Yeh, you can prooobably guess why." he enunciated. "Yep, it was you, stealing my food?" Fundy asked though it was more of a statement than a question. "Yeah, but I prefer the term 'Borrowing', hope you're not too mad?" 5-up had a brief moment of worry that maybe he would be angry, "Nah, you're good. What’s it like in the vents?” They ended up talking like this for a long while.

One day Fundy walked in to stream when he found 5-up sitting, dangling his legs in front of his webcam. “5-up, I need you to move.” He started, “I need that for my stream.” He gestured at the camera. “What is it though?” Fundy realized that the tiny radish probably didn’t know what he did for a living, and wondered how he would explain this concept to him.

5-up was extremely intrigued about Fundy’s livelihood, it was different than anything he had encountered in his village. “So you just show yourself off to the world, through this box, and talk to it?” 5-up asked again, “And you get PAID for that?” "Yeah! It is pretty cool." After that Fundy introduced 5-up to 'Chat', he obviously didn't mention that 5-up was tiny or that they were even in the same house, they ended up having some good interactions with 'Chat' who ended up reacting positively to 5-up.

Then one day after they ended stream, 5-up slipped while climbing down from the top of the monitor. Fundy had only acted instinctively when he caught the small man. "Sheesh, are you okay?" Fundy asked curling his fingers over 5-up so he couldn't fall off. It took a second for 5-up to respond, which was when Fundy realized that 5-up was shaking quite a bit. "Oh, right sorry!" Fundy started to set his paws on the desk so he could get off. "N-n-no, it's f-fine. I should get over it anyway," 5-up started, stopping Fundy. "If we're gonna be friends, I need to be able to trust you."

Fundy was prepared to help 5-up in any way to make him comfortable, so he simply waited there, 5-up laying in his palm trying to calm down of his own accord. Fundy attempted to calm him down himself, but 5-up shot him down saying that he could do it himself.

Eventually, he stopped shaking entirely. Fundy wasn't sure how long the two of them stayed there, he just knew it was long enough to get hungry. Thankfully, 5-up felt the same way. "Hey, Fundy?" "Yeah?" "Could we go get some food?" Fundy nodded and slowly started making his way to the kitchen with the Radish in his hands.

"What would you like?" Fundy asked 5-up, it had taken some time, but he had finally gotten used to being trapped, no, kept safe like this. "Cookies please, they're my favorite." The Fox simply nodded and reached with his left paw for the cookies in the cabinet, while he held 5-up in the other. Fundy then tilted his right hand slightly so 5-up could slide down the side, he did enjoy the feel of the fox fur against his skin. Fundy then nudged him with the cookie, "Eat up Little Bulb." "Don't call me that!" 5-up said already annoyed, even though he had told Fundy that he didn't enjoy the nickname, Fundy seemed to take great pride in annoying him in any way he could.