#tiny!memory

Memory let out a silent giggle, placing a hand over her mouth as she grabbed the end of the hammer and quickly tugged it towards the little hole she had made in the wall. The little borrower had been causing mischief around the mansion for the past couple of days, much to the demi-god’s dismay.

Most borrowers would think she’s nuts for messing with a being, especially one with god-like abilities, but to Memory, this was just easy entertainment when she wasn’t out doing the normal borrower things. As long as she wasn’t caught, she didn’t mind taking the risk. She did always return the items she took in the end.

Once she was safely tucked away in her little hole in the wall with the hammer she stole, she heard the exasperated sigh of a familiar totem god and pushed the wood to the side ever so slightly to glance out at the golden figure looking around, stifling a laugh.

“I know I put it right here! How does this keep happening? It’s like someone is messing with me!” Foolish huffed, pushing himself up from looking under the little dresser in the hallway.

Memory let out a silent laugh into her hand and closed the little door she created and hid until she heard his footsteps fade down the hallway. Once she decided that he was far enough away and she was out of sight, she pushed the little piece of wood out of her way and pulled the hammer back out into the middle of the hallway. Panting softly, she heard footsteps coming back in the distance and quickly ran back to her little hole in the wall and closed the slab of wood behind her.

“What? No! I know for a fact this hammer was not here before! What the heck!” Foolish exclaimed, Memory watching from a crack in the wall as the totem placed a hand on his forehead and held the hammer in his other hand.

Deciding that work was more important, Foolish sighed and went back to the room he was previously working on. He could always try to figure out what little troublemaker was taking and returning his things. Being a god, he had a few ideas on what this being could be, however his guesses were almost always crossed off as the being would do something that would cross another off his list.

Having finally had her fun, Memory smiled to herself and skipped through the walls. She had just built her little home recently and since the mansion was still under construction she had to be careful on where she created her passageways until he was no longer building.

“So! Half enderman boy has memory issues, definitely useful if I were to be seen! He would forget, the piglin can’t speak english well so that means he can’t communicate he saw me, so the only issue is the goat and the golden guy. The goat could definitely catch me, so I need to be careful around him, the piglin too, he’s a young bean, that would be really bad,” Memory spoke to herself, reminding herself of the inhabitants of the mansion. While Foolish wouldn’t be living in the mansion, she figured he’d still come around and wanted to be prepared.

“The golden guy looks like what those beans call a totem, kinda odd, he’s pretty observant though, I need to be super careful,” Memory pushed some of her short hair from her face with a sigh.

Once she pushed aside a small piece of cloth that led underneath the floorboards to her little base, Memory dug around for any more food scraps she had packed from when she had to flee from L’Manburg a few weeks prior. She couldn’t help the small whine she released seeing as her food supply was finally run dry.

“Man...I haven’t been borrowing in weeks, I could have sworn I still had a small piece of Niki’s bread left,” the borrower sighed, her wings drooping a bit and her tail now laid on the ground. “Well, sitting around and sulking isn’t going to get me anywhere, I’ll have to see what I can grab around here and HOPEFULLY make it last a while,” She huffed, digging through a few things before grabbing her borrowing bag and strapping it tightly around her torso. She wrapped her grapple around her hips and poked a sewing needle through her pants slightly as a sort of sheath to hold it in place.

Memory quickly made her way out of her little home and through the passageways until she got to her desired area. This door led to outside in SnowChester, however outside was where Foolish kept a lot of his supplies, so she had no choice but leave the safety of the mansion to get to his supplies.

Memory poked her head out a bit to see if Foolish was outside, thankfully he seemed to still be busy with the room he was working on and she estimated that would be just enough time to grab what she needed and get back to the walls before he needed to come out for something. With one deep breath, Memory pushed out of the hole and into the open, running towards the little overhang in front of the mansion. Just as her luck would have it, she heard Foolish stepping out of the mansion and quickly slid underneath the furnace.

She watched as he quickly approached. Shit. He saw her. She thought she had more time, her breathing quickened slightly. Her wings puffed up along with her tail as a hand was placed on the ground right in front of the furnace. From how his position looked, he was going to look straight under right at her. At that moment, she felt like a cornered animal.

Hastily tugging her sewing needle from it’s makeshift sheath from her position on her stomach, she quickly threw the needle just as a pair of emerald colored eyes peered in at her. Foolish gave a surprised yelp as the needle flew at him, making him quickly flinch back and fall backwards in surprise. No way...he had ruled out borrowers a long time ago, they were almost never the mischievous type.

With the small window of time she had, Memory quickly ran out from the furnace on the other side. While running out in the snowy biome was not ideal at all, to her, it was better than being stuck with a bean who would hurt her with no hesitation at all. Anything else was better than that. She dove herself into a bush although she heard Foolish call out to her, she ignored him. Now without her weapon and stuck in the cold of the snowy biome, there are not many options she could really weigh in. If she left the bush, she put herself in the open to be caught by Foolish or something else. However, if she didn’t she risked freezing to death in the snow.

Foolish rushed over, looking around for the little borrower, having not had enough time to see where they went before they hid away from sight. Quickly pushing himself up and walking behind the little stand where all his supplies were being kept, he searched around, his eyes scanning the area for any little movements.

“Hey there little borrower, I swear I don’t mean any harm. I didn’t mean to scare you...was it you who was taking and returning my things?” he questioned, nearly slapping himself at the question before adding, “I’m not upset if it was you! Just would like to know what sort of mischievous creature is messing with me!” He gave a soft laugh and waved his hand gently in dismissal.

Memory watched him from the bush, not even her tail dare move a muscle as he stalked closer to the bush she was in. He wasn’t mad? What if he was lying? What if this was some elaborate trick to catch her and hurt her for all the times she got bored and messed with him? What if-

Memory screamed out suddenly when a not so happy bird pinned her down. It seemed in her attempts to keep her eyes on Foolish and keep herself hidden, she had neglected to see the bush she was using as her hiding spot was also home to a mama bird and her nest full of baby birds. She pecked at Memory, the girl barely dodging the beak as a golden hand quickly reached into the bush; a voice shooing the bird with many apologies before Memory was grabbed into a fist and pulled from her hiding spot.

Foolish quickly cupped the little life against his chest, hiding her away from the outside world and swatting lightly at the angry bird that flew at his head and the hand at his chest.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! We’ll leave your nest alone, I promise!” Foolish begged as he rushed off, the bird chasing him a few more feet before deciding he was far enough away and went back to her nest.

Panting, Foolish quickly made his way back to the mansion and went inside. He gently pulled his hand from his chest, the scared little borrower curled up at the center of his palm. Her head was against her knees with her arms covering her head, her tail wrapped itself around her waist and her wings covered her body like a shield. Foolish did not touch her further from her being in his palm and walked over to a workbench he had set up inside to save time and gently slid her onto it and took a step back.

“ Are you okay?” He asked, his hands placed up in the air to let her have full control over this situation. This wasn’t his first run-in with a borrower after all.

Memory was absolutely frozen in place as she was placed down on the workbench. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. She stayed in her little balled up state, her eyes scrunched up closed as her body now began to shake like a leaf, the adrenaline in her veins now exiting her system. She knew she had to look so pathetic, just sitting there and shaking like a leaf.

“Hey, I know your kind is very skittish of people, but I swear I mean no harm to you at all, I can even help you find a better house to live in if you want to leave,” Foolish spoke softly as to not startle the girl any more than he already had. He watched as the girl began to slowly, cautiously, pushing herself up, her blue eyes training themselves onto Foolish, wide and full of fear. Her knees pulled to her chest, her eyes peeking above her knees.

“I’m not supposed to speak to beans,” Memory finally spoke meekly.

“I know,” Foolish gave a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just thought you could silently answer,” he gave a kind smile.

“How do you know about my kind?” Memory questioned, her look hardening at him.

“I’m a god, I’ve been alive for a long time. I met many creatures and beings during my time,” he replied, it was process after all.

“A god?” she seemed skeptical, “what type of god?” The questions seemed to bring her a sort of comfort, so of course he was going to answer them!

“A totem god, also one of the ocean,” he replied, giving no hesitation so the girl didn’t think he was trying to trick her.

“Why did you help me?” Memory asked, finally asking the burning question, “especially since you knew I was the one messing with your stuff,” she added.

“Well, you needed help, I wasn’t going to let a bird get you especially since I was definitely the reason you ran into that bush. And you did always return my stuff, it’s not like you took things I needed and didn’t return them,” Foolish shrugged, noting the surprised look on the little borrower’s face. “Can I ask you a question now?” He asked, watching the girl tense up slightly before nodding at him lightly. “Great, what is your name?”

“Memory.”

“Uh? Do you have memory problems like Ranboo?”

“No! That’s my name! My name is Memory.”

“OH! Sorry!”

Memory began to laugh a bit, curling herself a bit and seeming to relax the more she spoke with Foolish. He couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

“Now I see why they call you Foolish, you are quite the foolish bean,” Memory snickered a bit, a teasing tone in her voice.

“Wh..Foolish is my name!” He laughed, now it was Memory’s turn to feel a little embarrassed as they both a bit.

“Okay, maybe we’re both a little foolish,” Memory giggled.

Foolish did find it a little odd just how comfortable the girl was with him already, most borrowers it would take hours, days, weeks, months even to get this much process, but with Memory she was already so relaxed, albeit a little jumpy, but relaxed. Foolish opened his mouth to continue on with the conversation when he heard two voices call out for him. Tubbo and Ranboo, shoot he forgot they were stopping by today.

Memory shot up to her feet, quickly scanning around for the voices however she wasn’t able to pinpoint them like Foolish could. She yelped as Foolish scooped her into his hand and pushed her into his jacket pocket. While he did seem to be in a rush, he was still gentle. Memory, of course, struggled a bit, pushing at the golden hand before he gently pinned her down.

“Hey, Tubbo! Ranboo!” Foolish greeted the two as he walked over and met the two.