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clumsiestgiantess · 19 days

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Survivors — people barely a foot tall who were forced to take refuge in our world — have become a normal part of society. Unfortunately.. it’s not in the way they were hoping.

(original story here)

There’s no way I lost my 90 dollar ball. Are you kidding me?! I spent months saving up for that thing; how could I lose it? I’d torn up my bedroom in search of my prized possession: a professional-grade soccer ball. It had come with me to every practice session since the day I bought it. I stormed out of my room, heading towards the garage. Maybe I’d left it with my gear.

“Woah! Where are you headed so grouchily?” My older sister asked snidely as I stormed past her in the hall. “You wouldn’t care,” I huffed. She shrugged offhandedly, “That’s probably true.” Digging out all of my equipment — even my old stuff that I knew couldn’t possibly have my ball in it — I still couldn’t find it. Ohh wait… One of my friends had shown up halfway through practicing at a nearby park. He’d dragged me away to a local store because one of our favorite games was on sale. Dang it, I left it there, didn’t I?

“If Mom gets home early, tell her I’m at the park!” I yelled through the doorway. “Why are you going to the-?” The door fell closed on my sister’s voice and I rushed to my bike. The park wasn’t too far from my house; I could be there in 15 minutes if I hurried.

“Hold it.” Julie stopped me as I wheeled it to the garage door. “Mom told me to keep an eye on you today. Where are you going again?” “The park,” I responded innocently. “For?” “I think I left my soccer ball there.” “Oh? The survivors have probably taken it by now.” I sighed at her joke. Ever since the little human-like creatures had stolen the phone right out of her purse while she was distracted — true story — she was constantly referencing it. At first it was out of spite, then it became a habit. “Come on, I’ll drive you. It won’t be long, right?” I shook my head, grateful for the lift.

As I rode along with Julie, I begged the universe for things to work out in my favor. Please let it still be there. Don’t let someone take it. By the time we reached the park entrance, my anxiety was calmed. I could see the white spot of my ball towards the end of the field. “Yes,” I cheered quietly as my sister pulled into a space. “Alright, go get it,” my sister nodded.

I stepped out of the car and ran across the field in a half-jog-half-walk. But I stopped as I got closer — staring in open-mouthed horror. My ball was lopsided; punctured toothmark holes of a large dog pierced the sides. “Are you kidding me?! At least if somebody took it I wouldn’t have known they’d done this!” Angrily, I ran up the last few feet and kicked the deflated ball as hard as I could. It sailed across the field and hit the fence as a startled yelp reached my ears. Below me, a survivor was hunched over on the ground, looking around in fearful confusion. He gasped, scanning the sky above him intently.

“Huh? What are you-? Oh.” Following his gaze up to the sky, I watched a hawk or some other large bird circle around overhead. “Are you hiding from that bird?” The survivor glanced fearfully at me, then back up at the sky, whispering something I couldn’t understand. “Right,” I sighed, “You have your own language.”

The survivor was.. different than the ones I’d seen — maybe because they looked to be about my age, or maybe because they were actually alive and well rather than the few depressed half-dead ones I’d seen before. Whatever the case, I didn’t feel like leaving them there to get picked off.

I went to go collect my ball so the survivor would have cover again, but he yelped and rushed after me, cowering under my shadow. His gaze finally tore away from the sky and landed on me. Eyes wide, he asked me something I didn’t understand, but I could guess.

I sighed, but nodded. “Come on,” I gestured for him to follow me, and began walking back the way I’d come. The survivor sprinted after me. Halfway across the field, he wheezed something that vaguely sounded like he was asking me to stop. Oh man, even when I’m walking I’m going too fast for him. Poor guy. I stopped and let the little guy catch up with me. He sat down on the grass, out of breath. However, that bird noticed we’d stopped moving. I watched as it swooped down and landed on the telephone wires beside the field.

“Dnimreven! M’i enif! S’tel tsuj teg tuo fo ereh!” the survivor gasped, scrambling to his feet. He walked on and I kept up with his pace, walking beside him at whatever speed he wanted. It was slow going, but when we reached the parking lot, he stopped. “I.. hhu.. t’ndid yllaer kniht siht raf daeha.” Glancing around the lot, he looked over at the bird, then glanced up at me. “What?” I asked, “It’s alright, I’ll follow you. Just go back to the woods or something.” I waved a hand at the woods, but he slowly shook his head. “You.. no? Don’t you live there?” He just pointed at the bird and shook his head. I squatted on the ground beside him. Still he was shorter than me, but not by nearly as much as when I stood.

“Hey, it’s alright! Just go hide in the woods for a while. That bird will have to stop following you eventually.” A car horn startled both of us just as the survivor was about to speak. “Hey!” Julie called, “What are you doing? I thought you said you’d be quick! Stop pestering that little survivor and get in the car!” “Alright!” I shouted annoyedly back, standing up again. “I’m coming! One second!” I started walking to the trees nearby and the survivor raced after me. When I got to the edge of the parking lot, I stopped and pointed towards the forest. “Go on. I’m sure some other survivors will come along and help you.”

But would they? He gave me a solemn look and trudged towards the underbrush like I was exiling him. The car horn startled him again and he ducked away into the foliage. “Ok! Ok! I’m coming!” The whole drive home I was, according to my sister, ‘unnaturally quiet’. I blamed it on my popped ball — and normally that would make me angry — but I was just too caught up thinking about that survivor. I tried to remember every time I’d ever seen one. Surely one of them looked like they were doing ok, didn’t they?

Yet, as much as I wracked my brain, I couldn’t think of a time when I’d seen one happy. They always looked scared. At best they seemed kinda.. out of it. At worst they were, well, dead. I hope that survivor doesn’t end up like them. He was my age. Surely he’ll survive better than the older ones, right? But there was that bird… I was up the whole night coming up with a plan to sneak out of the house and return to the park. I had to go find him again — to make sure he was safe.

I’d never actually interacted with a survivor before. It wasn’t at all what I expected. My friends said they were little scavengers who liked to steal. All the articles about them said they were a kind of mimic of us from a whole other mimic of our world. But everyone made them sound like little animals. The guy I met today — he seemed so familiar in a weird way. He spoke to me, gestured for me to understand, and even his expressions were so human I could understand him just by reading them. Then again.. maybe he was just a really good mimic.

During lunch the next day, I passively mentioned going to hang out with some friends at the soccer field, and was thankfully met with little opposition. My mom reminded me to wear a helmet when I went out, but that was all. I wrapped up half a grilled cheese I made for myself, tossed it into my bike basket, and pedaled off. I think I beat my previous record of biking to the park by a few minutes, that’s how anxious I was. I scanned the sky as I arrived. No predatory birds in sight.

Stepping over to the place where I left the survivor the other day, I made my way into the woods. I searched the ground with every step until I came across a survivor laying on the ground. A sickening feeling lurched in my stomach watching flies buzzing around them, landing on unmoving limbs. Shit... I’m too late. I carefully stepped over to the body and knelt beside it. I turned away after only a moment, but as I went to cover it with dirt, I realized their hair was much too long to be the survivor I saw before. Holding my breath, I bent down to get a better look.

Firstly, their chest had been torn wide open, and their arms and legs picked clean down to the bone. The position they were in looked painful, as if they’d been struggling. I realized in my examination that the survivor was a female, and let out a relieved breath. Whatever had caught it.. caught her — had eaten her. Wait. I shouldn’t be relieved by that! What the hell am I thinking!? I was just glad that it wasn’t my little friend who’d died, but I felt extremely guilty about thinking of this survivor’s death in that way. She’d died likely being hunted — eaten. Was she still conscious during all of it, or had the animal killed her by then? I just hope I’m not too late to help the other survivor.

Gently taking a few handfuls of dirt, I covered the little corpse. With a quick glance around myself, I spotted some wildflowers, picked one, and laid it carefully on the small mound. “I would’ve helped you too,” I said softly, as if that were any consolation for how horribly they’d died. No wonder the guy I’d met yesterday had given me such a desperate look when I sent him out here. I was basically sentencing him to a horrific struggle for survival in a place where he wasn’t meant to live in.

Standing back up, I backed away from the little grave and headed in a different direction. “Hello?” I called, “Survivor dude I met yesterday? I’m sorry I don’t.. know your name. And I’m really sorry I left you alone out here! Please be alright...” I walked through the forest along the outskirts of the soccer field, watching my every step and calling out once and a while. I began giving up hope as I rounded the end of the field, but something stopped me before I could turn around: my popped soccer ball. It wasn’t left where I’d kicked it earlier. It was tucked beside a tree a little ways past the wooden fence that separated most of the park from the overgrown trees and whatnot that I’d been trekking through.

Heart pounding, I raced over to the ball and yanked it away from the tree. A fearful yelp came from beneath it as the survivor from the day before huddled up against the side of the tree with his arms over his head. “Hey! Hey, it’s alright! It’s me! Remember me from yesterday?” I asked excitedly. The little guy looked up at me with a bewildered expression before his face slowly fell into shock — recognizing me. “Tahw? S’tahw gniog no? Tnaig edud, t’nod llet em er’uoy ereh rof ruoy llab niaga…” I had no clue what he said, but I was too relieved to even listen. He was alive — still using my ball for shelter. “Oh, here! I brought you something.” Digging into my pocket, I pulled out the bag of my half a grilled cheese and took it out.

“I wasn’t sure if you had anything to eat out here, so I brought you this. It.. might actually be a bit too big for you.” Laughing slightly, I handed the piece of sandwich off to him. It was half his height, but he took it eagerly. I sat down lightly, keeping watch for anything that might hurt him as he chowed down. “Yeh tnaig?” The survivor startled me from surveillance. “Hmm? What’s wrong little guy?” He pointed to his throat, then cupped his hands and pretended to drink. “Oh! You’re thirsty? I have some water, but it’s back with my bike. Sorry, I should’ve brought it.” The survivor gave me a confused look. He didn’t understand me. I knew he couldn’t, but I kept forgetting. He looked so normal that I expected him to speak a language I knew.

“Come on,” I gestured for him to follow me like I had the day before. He promptly got up and headed after me. The pace was even slower than yesterday. In the field, the little survivor could easily keep walking all the way across, albeit his steps were much shorter than mine. Here in the uncut forest, he had to weave and duck through the foliage like it was a jungle. He was exhausted after only a short time, and made the same gestures for a drink again, as if I hadn’t understood him the first time. I wanted to go and bring him one, but that body I’d found had me scared. What if I left him and something attacked? I’d feel awful if I came back to find a similar scene to the first survivor.

I.. I can try taking him there myself. But is he going to run away from me if I do that? Wild animals generally don’t like being held. But he wasn’t some wild animal. Surely he was smart enough to understand that I was helping him. Taking a knee, I slowly reached for him. “I’m just gonna help you out, ok little guy?” The survivor backed away from my hand uncertainly, but he didn’t run. “I'm just taking you to get a drink, like you wanted,” I told him, pointing towards the edge of the woods and the parking lot.

The survivor glanced between me and the distance he had to travel several times, then eventually glanced down at my hesitating hand. I came closer again and he held his hands up slightly, squeezing his eyes shut. However, he stood perfectly still.

His reaction hurt slightly. Doesn’t he know I won’t attack him? He looks scared of me, but I’m not a predator. I’m a person; I wouldn’t eat him or kill him for no reason. Slowly, I gripped his torso in a light fist and lifted him into the air. He yelled — dangling legs instantly pulling in against himself as he rushed to grip my fingers. The survivor’s eyes were wide open now, looking around himself fearfully.

“Hey, come on, really?” I asked, causing his head to whip back around towards me. His breathing picked up against the palm of my hand. “Is it really that scary?” Apparently it was. He readjusted, trying to cling even tighter to my fingers. I sighed, “Man, you’re like.. the same age as me! Can’t you tell that I’m not some big scary animal?” I headed back to my bike with him in my hand. He struggled so much I nearly dropped him accidentally. It wasn’t violent struggling like he was in danger, but still.

Finally, I reached my bike and released him on the asphalt. He scrambled backwards and tripped over his own feet, glancing around at the sky before taking a few steps closer to the bike, shying away from the open space. “It’s alright," I assured him, taking out my water bottle and pouring him a capful. “I’ll shoo away anything that tries to get you.” “I- I t’nod tnaw ot eb tuo ereh,” he said nervously, ducking closer to the bike’s wheel until he was pressed against it. Tsuj- t’nac uoy ekat eht retaw revo ot eht sterof daetsni? Stnaig t’nod yllausu ekil em gnignah dnuora ni eht nepo, dna eht sdrib ekil ti a elttil oot hcum.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I have no clue what you’re saying, but you sure are talking. Here, have some water.” I handed him the bottle cap filled with water, but he only pointed to the woods. I didn’t move until he begrudgingly took it. Sitting on the curb beside my bike, I watched the little survivor. A few dogs passed by on the opposite side of the lot. Both of us eyed them warily, but they were well-behaved pets. They ignored us and continued on after their owners.

Wait.. pet. I glanced down at the survivor. He’d relaxed a bit once the dogs passed us, but he was still on alert. I’d been thinking about that body — the poor survivor who could do nothing to save themselves from such an awful death. “Hey little guy? What do you think of becoming my pet? Some people keep survivors and train them, you know. You’d be a lot safer with me! I’d have to hide you from my family, though,” I grumbled. “Maybe I can make you a little home in my backyard or something. What do you think?” He just gave me a blank, confused look. “Right…” I sighed, “Before I teach you any tricks I think I’m gonna have to teach you some words first. At least you understand gestures.”

The only thing my musings were met with was a small gesture for more water. I thought for a moment as I refilled the survivor’s bottle cap. “I guess I should start with a name. Hmmm.. should I give you a human name or more of a pet name?” I thought for a moment, “What if I name you Bandit? Because you took my soccer ball? My sister did warn me that your kind likes to steal things.”

Once Bandit was done with his drink, I stood up decisively. He startled, but calmed down soon after. That was until I reached for him again. Bandit dodged away from my grasp and stepped away from my bike. Pointing towards the woods, he told me something and started walking in that direction. “No, look! I’m going to give you a real home now! Your name’s gonna be Bandit and I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to fight to survive out here anymore.” I stepped over to him and tried to pick him up again, but he took off at a run — surprisingly fast for something so small. Thankfully, it only took a little jog to catch up with him and corner Bandit with my hands.

The survivor began yelling as I stood back up. His legs were pinned in one hand and his torso in the other. “Tahw eht lleh?! Tahw era uoy gniod htiw em?! Tup em nwod! I t’nod tnwa uoy ot yrrac em dnuora; I nac klaw tsuj enif!” He sounded angry, but he just didn’t understand. He probably thought I was taking him back to that sad little spot I’d found him tucked up in. “Man, you gotta calm down!” I told him surprisedly, “You’re yelling like I’m going to murder you or something. I’m literally saving your life!”

As gently as I could with all his struggling, I placed Bandit into my bike basket and hopped on. He peered over the edge for a moment, confused. However, he gasped and ducked down inside as I lifted the kickstand. “Yeh! I- I thguoht ew erew sdneirf! Erehw era uoy gnikat em?” “That’s right,” I said softer than before, “I’m getting you out of here. Now hold on tight! We’ll be at my house before you know it!”

I biked slowly through the parking lot and across the road, but once I hit the bike trail, I took off — excited to bring home my new pet. Bandit yelled a few more times, and I slowed down each time. However, I kept forgetting and speeding back up again. About two-thirds of the way there, my little pet finally had enough. While I was focused on a blind turn up ahead, the little thing lept out of the basket. A heartstopping thwack resounded off the dirt path as he hit it. I came to a screeching halt a few feet further and dropped my bike to the ground, rushing to his side.

Blood had begun pooling through his pant leg as he hastily scrambled to his feet before immediately falling back over again. “Bandit! Holy shit! Why’d you do that?! I thought survivors were smart enough to know not to jump out of a moving vehicle!” An agonizing cry stopped me from scolding him any longer. “Shit, I.. I gotta get you home and bandage that up.” Scooping him up in my arms, I drove the rest of the way single-handedly — Bandit gasping and whining the whole way back. The sound made me sick. I don’t understand! He knew it was moving! They’re supposed to be the second smartest creatures in the world besides humans!

I drove straight into the backyard when I got home, rushing for the back door. However, when I threw it open, my sister stood in the doorway, arms crossed. I had quick enough reflexes to hide Bandit behind my back, but that was all. “I knew you were up to something when Mom told me where you were going!” she accused. “No!” I yelped, covering up a groan from my little injured pet. “I was at the park! I swear!” “So why are you sneaking in the back-” Julie’s face paled mid-sentence. “Ritchie? Is that blood on your sweatshirt?” Shit. It was. Bandit’s leg must’ve bled into my clothing while I was holding him tucked against my chest.

There was no use trying to lie. Julie was a veterinary major — specializing in surgery. She knew blood when she saw it. “I- I can explain.” Before I could explain anything, she grabbed my arm and fearfully yanked it out from behind me. Bandit cried out in pain as he was jerked forward. Protectively, I tucked him back against myself as my shocked sister let go of me. “I knew you would go back for that survivor,” she said under her breath. “But what the hell did you do?”

“I- I didn’t do anything! He jumped out of my bike while I was riding it and-” “Give him to me.” “What? No! What are you going to do with him?” She held out her cupped hands, “What do you think I’m going to do with him? I have to stop him from bleeding like that or he will die. Please, just let me have him.” “I- It’s not that bad!” I lied, backing away, “This stain isn’t even that big!” “It is to him.” Julie’s voice suddenly turned hostily serious. Hesitantly, I tried to give Bandit to her, but he gasped and tried to avoid her hands.

I was about to tell her that I should just bring him wherever she wanted him, but Julie spoke first. “S’ti thgirla; I t’now truh uoy. M’i ereh ot pleh uoy.” I blinked, dumbstruck. Even Bandit stopped struggling. “Did.. you just speak survivor language?” I gawked. Less than a second later, Bandit practically flung himself out of my grasp and into Julie’s arms. He started speaking so quickly, even she gave him a confused look. “Tsuj gnah ni ereht,” she said gently, “Ll’i teg uoy dexif pu.” She rushed off into the bathroom. The rumbling of medicine bins filled the air along with the sound of rushing water. I was so stunned I stood in the doorway for several minutes before quickly closing the back door and rushing after my sister.

#the characters came to me in a vision #had to do something about that #if y’all enjoy this I’ll post part two!#g/t #giant/tiny

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good-beanswrites · 1 month

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Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store.

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore.

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath.

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her.

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death.

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno.

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying.

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well?

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe.

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

#milgram #mahiru shiina #yuno kashiki #amane and fuuta mentioned #i dont know how well this all fits in with your vision of the au but i had a ton of fun with this lmao sorry 😂#oh hey if anyone knows any japanese superstitions like those in the beginning lmk #i was trying to research them but i kept getting lucky symbols/words - not necessarily actions like that #anyway thank you so much for this!! it was a really interesting moment to capture >:0 #drabbles that take me way too long to combine my three brain cells but im really pleased with the end result #i had a lot of Mahiru Thoughts but it took a bit of fiddling to make them fit together #the superstitiousness - the focus on one's presence - the parallels with his bf - what she's dealing with from the voices #im glad it came together semi-smoothly in the end asdfsd #i didnt mean for mahiru t break the fourth wall or anything --#i always saw her as a master at picking up on social changes/cues so she can tell when things are most tense/kotoko is fully prepared #but she doesnt consciously know it -- she just knows that things feel Off #not only do the attacks confirm mahirus fear that shes cursed - but yunos involvement confirms her belief that shes extra lucky #i wonder if shed still end up spending all her time with yuno now that she thought she was such a protective person...#i couldnt articulate it right since the end was wrapping up so nicely - but mahiru starts to wonder if most people are fine being left alon #and *shes* the odd one out for craving company #then she feels isolated because by getting what she wants shes dooming someone else #i mean... if everyone you try to get close to starts getting hurt... wouldnt you worry about the same...?#AHAHAHAHA hope you enjoyed 🙃#*posts this then retreats back into the void for a bit*#drabbles

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