Author's Note: A non-canon story that takes place within De-Evolutionists. I saw the idea and ran with it. Despite liking this oneshot, it still won't become canon no matter what anyone says.
I've got a lot of other ideas in the works at the moment. I really should work on Combatants AU, but I'm having trouble with it. So, I'm working on other oneshots and main De-Evo until I can get back into the flow of it.
Enjoy. :)
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Scar's POV:
I sat on the couch and ran my hand through BigB's matted head of hair. The child let out a soft sigh as I took the blanket and draped it over him.
" Rrrrrr...."
Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Grian toddled by.
" Grian? C-Come back here." Mumbo worriedly spoke as he followed behind Grian. I continued to watch as Mumbo's hooves tapped against the floor as he walked after the hybrid.
Grian let out a soft growl as Mumbo grew closer to him.
When Mumbo was within a few inches, Grian would get up, flap his awkwardly sized wings, then resume toddling around.
" Why're following Grian around?" I finally questioned after a couple of times that this event happened. Mumbo glanced towards me and narrowed his eyes.
The hybrid pointed with his hoof, " See for yourself." he eventually grumbled with a soft snort. I looked down at the toddler as he began to walk towards the couch.
Immediately, I stifled my laughter with my sleeve at the sight:
Dangling out of Grian's mouth was Mumbo's communicator.
" I'm glad that you find it funny, Scar." Mumbo snarked as his ears twitched. I shrugged my shoulders, " How did he even remove it in the first place?" I questioned.
Mumbo sighed, " My wrists are no longer the proper size to support the device." he answered quickly, " Also, I don't have thumbs..."
Right, I forgot about that detail.
" We really should figure out a way to get you back to normal." I shook my head as Mumbo sighed. The pig hybrid's ears twitched, " I already had an idea. Then, he got himself turned into a baby."
Mumbo shot a glare towards baby Grian as the dragon-bird sneezed and began to wave the communicator around. Swiftly, and while Grian was distracted with his playing, Mumbo sped over to the hybrid and scooped him into the air.
" MEH!" little Grian squeaked as he began to thrash about.
Mumbo shook his head.
" It's not a toy and you know this, Grian..." Mumbo sighed as he walked back over to the couch. The pig hermit's ears twitched as he stood beside the couch. I looked up at Mumbo as he began to move his communicator away from Grian's mouth.
With each gentle tug, Grian's tail began to thrash more and more. The two hybrids were in a deadlock as Mumbo's tugging eventually grew more and more assertive.
" MrrrrRRRR!" little Grian's growling eventually ended up sounding like an engine revving up.
" Come on, please. I need it back!" Mumbo pleaded as his ears went back.
" MRRRRR!" Grian shook his head as he began chewing on the strap of the communicator.
This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Mumbo, with an angry snort, put his hoof close to Grian's mouth and began poking at his upper lip.
