A whole collection of my GT Jacksepticeye one-shots varying from late 2017 to early 2020. Different egos. Different species. Different Plot. It gets wacky here.
For newcomers: GT AU stands for Giant/Tiny Alternate Universe, where certain people are...
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{These edits are so much fun to make}
{Also I'm putting up aslight vore warning up in this chapter just to let you know. You'll know the part when it comes}
3rd Person's POV
"I have a feeling there's something in my house, I know it!"
"Put up some traps later. That should lure the little rascals out."
"No- I'm not talking like rats and stuff, I mean Borrowers."
"Borrowers?!?! Oh you've landed on the prize my friend."
"Mark, you know I'd never-"
"Jack, don't you understand?! We're Predators! That's what we're meant to do by instinct."
"I'm not cold-blooded like the others."
"You don't have to be cold-blooded to do it! No matter how similar they look to us, realize they're a completely different species to ours. They don't even have the same blood color!"
*sigh* "Fine. I'll set the traps later."
"Let me know if you catch one tomorrow or not."
"I will. Seeya Mark."
"Bye Jack."
My POV
The Predator I live with named Jack just went into his room to record videos. This is my chance to get everything I need for the day.
I crept silently under the shelf (I mean... like I already wasn't quiet enough, but you can't ever leave your guard), and tiptoed all the way to the edge of the wall that split the hallway and the kitchen. I looked both ways quickly, a little *pop* coming from my bones in the process. Clear? Clear.
I made a dash for the kitchen, running fast despite the room being empty. Suddenly, I stopped dead in my tracks.
*sniff-sniff*
I followed the scent all the way to the far empty corner of the living room. The bottom wall paint jobs surrounding the source were peeling, and the wooden floor was a little dusty, but this was thankfully off the ground. It was on a wooden plank of some sort.
The closer I got to it, the stronger I recognized the scent. It wasn't until I got just a few feet away from the source I realized what it was.
*sniff-sniff* *long inhale~* Cookie...
One thing I should mention, I was born with permanent aphasia- which is the symptom to where you cannot speak, or have major trouble speaking. What I can say is just squeaks, grunts, etc. This is the main reason I became a Borrower myself. Being a Borrower you never really talk to anyone. I myself cannot even talk to anyone. Not even my own family.
