Too Small
Summary: Grian’s machine was only supposed to shrink someone down a foot, at most. Not...this.
Warnings: Fear
Word Count: 1223
I started writing this as soon as the episode where Grian had Scar use the machine was posted but then some stuff happened and it was left uncompleted. Until now! I hope you guys enjoy!
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Grian’s machine had worked a little too well.
This wasn’t supposed to have happened. Scar was only supposed to get shrunk by a foot if that. He had said only a little bit smaller for a reason.
But his redstone had never been the best and instead of only losing one foot, Scar lost six. And now he was standing in the machine, only a few inches tall.
“What did you do?” A voice suddenly asked from behind him. Grian turned to look and saw the goblin, Fwhip, looking a bit panicked. But still, he only looked about half as panicked as Grian currently felt.
“I don’t know! It was only supposed to shrink him a foot!” Grian was never touching redstone ever again. He looked back over to where Scar was. He looked confused, like he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. Which, ya know, fair. So, Grian took a deep breath and got closer.
“Scar? Buddy, are you okay?” Grian asked, keeping his voice low just in case. He didn’t know if Scar’s hearing would be extra sensitive like this, so it didn’t hurt to take precautions. He saw Scar blink and the now tiny man looked over and then up at him, his eyes going wide.
“Wha-Grian!? What-What’s going on!? Why are you suddenly so big!?” Scar exclaimed in confusion. Grian winced and knelt down, noticing when Scar took a few steps back and feeling bad about it.
“I swear this wasn’t what the machine was supposed to do…at least, not to this extent.” Grian tried to explain, rubbing the back of his neck.
It took a moment, but Scar put two and two together at his words. “Wait! You shrunk me? I've been shrunk!” Scar looked past Grian, towards the outside and Fwhip and his face paled a little.
“It’s okay! I’m sure there’s a way to fix this…somehow.” Grian said, though he did not sound very confident, even to himself. “I…didn’t actually plan a way to reverse this whole thing yet…I might need to get some help.” He’d have to talk to Impulse later. Hopefully he would be able to fix Grian’s terrible redstone.
“I can’t do anything like this!” Scar complained and then pouted. “How am I supposed to get that deputy badge now?”
Grian’s eyes widened and he heard Fwhip give out a little startled laugh behind him. “Wha-Scar! How are you still thinking about the badge at a time like this?! Honestly…” Grian couldn’t help but give a small smile though.
“What are you going to do now?” Fwhip cut in, question ringing through. Grian turned his head to look at him.
“Probably go get Impulse’s help. He’s just over there working on our villager trading hall.” Grian pointed over to where the huge scaffolding tower outline lay. “He’ll be able to figure out this redstone better than I can.”
He turned his attention back to Scar. “Alright Scar, let’s go try and fix you.” Grian reached his hand out, intent on just scooping the shrunken man up.
Grian froze however, when Scar scrambled back and away from his incoming hand, his own hands held out in front of him. “W-Wait!” Grian took his hand back and stared down at the shrunken man in confusion.
“What? What’s wrong?” Grian asked and watched as Scar tried to find the words to say. It was strange, seeing someone so familiar so small. If Grian hadn’t been the one to accidentally shrink Scar in the first place, he would have thought he was seeing things.
“Well, I mean…I, uh, I don’t want to make you carry me! I can walk perfectly fine.” Scar said, starting out unsure and then slowly getting more confident, even twirling his cane for extra measures. He even threw in his signature Scar smile, which, again, looked quite strange on such a small face.
Grian blinked at Scar’s words and then looked at the distance between them and Hermitopia. It was a short walk for Grian, sure, but for Scar? Who knows how long it would take him. “You’re joking, right? At your new size that would take you, like…a day! Besides, it’s really not a big deal, it’s not like you’re heavy. Not anymore anyway.” Grian added with a smirk.
Scar looked over at the distance and winced, knowing Grian was right. “You have a point…”
Scar was acting strange, Grian realized. It wasn’t like him to be so…quiet. And fidgety. Sure, Scar had been shrunk and that would disorient anyone but Scar always bounced back quickly from stuff like that. So what was different this time…
Oh.
“Scar…are you scared?” Grian asked, no hint of amusement or laughter in his voice. But a straightforward question that only held concern.
Scar laughed but it was obviously forced. “What? No, of course not! Why would I be scared?”
Grian frowned. “Scar, it’s okay if you are. You shrunk, everything is so much bigger than you now. That sort of thing would be scary for most people.” Grian normally wasn’t so serious but he needed Scar to know that it was okay to be scared.
Scar bit his lip and looked down. “Yeah, I guess.”
Grian thought for a moment and then gently and slowly set his hand down, palm up, in front of Scar. Scar had taken several more steps back at the action but now stared at the hand in confusion. Grian smiled softly. “How does this work? I won’t grab you and I promise not to let you fall either.”
Scar was silent for a moment, debating with himself and then let out a soft sigh and gave Grian a smile. “Yeah, that works. Thanks, G.” Grian nodded in response and then Scar started to climb onto Grian’s hand.
Grian had to keep himself from flinching at the feeling of someone so tiny climbing onto his hand. But he stayed still, not wanting to scare Scar any more. Grian watched as Scar settled onto his hand, sitting down in the center of his palm. When he was given a, albeit a bit of a nervous, thumbs up, Grian smiled. “Going up.” Grian tried his best to give Scar a smooth ride as he lifted him up into the air and stood up. He brought his other hand underneath the one holding Scar, just in case and then turned around.
“Wow, it’s weird seeing you hold him like that.”
Grian almost jumped out of his skin but thankfully he was able to keep steady for Scar. He had forgotten Fwhip was there with him, so focused on Scar. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit weird to be the one holding him.”
“Well, it’s weird being held!” Scar chimed in, causing all three of them to laugh. As the laughter died down, Scar turned to look up at Grian. “Do you really think Impulse will be able to help?”
Grian, not wanting to lie to Scar, just shrugged. “I guess we’ll see. If not, we can always get Doc and Tango in on it. I’m sure between the three of them they’ll figure out something.”
Scar nodded. “What are we waiting for then! Let’s find Impulse!”
With one last chuckle and a quick goodbye to Fwhip, Grian carried Scar over to Hermitopia and hoped his redstoner friends would be able to fix his mistake.
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