Everything is huge. Everything. The trees, the grass, the looming shoe of an incoming teenager who isn't looking where they're walking and oh no this can't be the end this can't be— Tiny mushroom legs hurry away from the crush of size 11 sneakers, rolling into the shadow of an enormous duffel bag for safety.
"SPOREZ-UM!" the little one shouts, using a pair of lost Mothgarden sunglasses as a ladder to climb up on the bag and shake an itty bitty balled up fist in the direction of the sneaker-holder. "GIBBUM VIZZUS, GIBBUM WUTFORZ." The teenager, however, doesn't hear, and they continue on their merry way. The muscheron crosses his arms and plops back onto the bag for a good pout.
But then there's a sound. Is that… purring?? The mushroom-shaped fairy gulps and turns to see a cat, five, ten, a MILLION sizes larger than him, stalking toward the bag.
"GIBBAK! GIBBAK!" The muscheron grabs the sunglasses ladder and holds it up defensively, the winged frames jabbing right into his chest. He starts to swing wildly, barely able to control the shades, momentum swinging him around in circles. "GIB SPAAAACE!"
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Everything is huge. Everything. The trees, the grass, the looming shoe of an incoming teenager who isn't looking where they're walking and oh no this can't be the end this can't be— Tiny mushroom legs hurry away from the crush of size 11 sneakers, rolling into the shadow of an enormous duffel bag for safety.
"SPOREZ-UM!" the little one shouts, using a pair of lost Mothgarden sunglasses as a ladder to climb up on the bag and shake an itty bitty balled up fist in the direction of the sneaker-holder. "GIBBUM VIZZUS, GIBBUM WUTFORZ." The teenager, however, doesn't hear, and they continue on their merry way. The muscheron crosses his arms and plops back onto the bag for a good pout.
But then there's a sound. Is that… purring?? The mushroom-shaped fairy gulps and turns to see a cat, five, ten, a MILLION sizes larger than him, stalking toward the bag.
"GIBBAK! GIBBAK!" The muscheron grabs the sunglasses ladder and holds it up defensively, the winged frames jabbing right into his chest. He starts to swing wildly, barely able to control the shades, momentum swinging him around in circles. "GIB SPAAAACE!"