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Just a Tiny Slime in a Big World

Charlie wasn't exactly content with his life, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. He lived in a nice house and always had things to eat, and he stayed warm and safe every day of the year. His only friends were the mice that shared the walls with him, but there weren't very many of those.

Charlie was about four inches tall, and he was a borrower.

The house he lived in was occupied by a man and his two cats. He could be very loud at times, but other than that he seemed like a very nice, quiet person, when he wasn't with other people.

Charlie liked living with him, since he was just one person, there was always a lot of food for Charlie to pick from, and he liked sitting and watching the human when he was at his computer. Charlie knew he was talking to other people, by the way the human's dialogue sounded incomplete, and he could never really see what the human was doing on the screen, but he enjoyed acting like he was the one on the other side of the screen that the human was talking to. All he wanted was a normal life, but he knew he could never show himself to the human.

His parents always used to tell him about what would happen to other borrowers if they weren't careful and were found out. Usually the stories ended up with them dead. And Charlie didn't want to die, he liked his life. For the most part.

He didn't like having to worry about the cat though, but so far they seemed uninterested in him.

He was bound to fuck up at some point though.

It was night. All the lights in the house were off except for the ones in the human's room. Charlie could hear him in there talking to his cats quietly, though he wasn't sure what he was talking about.

Charlie disliked the night, nothing good ever came out of the darkness, but it was the best time for him to look for food.

Tonight he emerged into the house wearing a white shirt he made from some old sheets the human had thrown out that he had then badly drawn three hearts on with the discarded insides of a pen. He was also wearing some dark blue pants made from some rough-ish fabric cut from pants the human had ripped then thrown away.

Charlie jumped down from his little hole in the wall and made his way to the counter. After finding his way up it, he paused to survey. He decided on taking a little (or decent sized, for his standards) piece of bread and a blueberry that was left out that would keep him fed for at least a few days.

He carefully tucked the bread into his backpack, then tied a rope (twine) around the blueberry and tied that to his waist. He was about to repel himself down the counter and scamper away to his little hole, but paused when he caught a sweet smell in the air.

He followed it to the other side of the counter, where he found about a quarter of a sugar cookie on a plate, and his fingers twitched. He had recently found out about sugar cookies, and decided on the spot that he couldn't live without them.

He ran up to it, his tiny footsteps making hardly a sound. He lunged at it, pulling off a piece before sitting down on the plate to eat. Obviously this was too heavy to lug off to his lair so he settled on just eating a bit and leaving the rest for the human.

It was getting a bit stale but Charlie didn't care, popping crumb after crumb into his mouth, giggling to himself. He stood up and started looking around the top of the cookie for a sprinkle stuck in the pink frosting, and then the overhead light clicked on.

"Hoooolyyy shit, look at that!" The human's voice laughed as he quickly crossed the room.

Charlie looked up, his heart dropping into his stomach as he realized that the human was heading straight towards him, looking dead at the tiny boy.