Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

7 - TINKER (my fave)

Jack walks out, mumbling numerous swear words under his breath, eyebrows lowered. As Anti catches sight of him, he lets out a hissing laugh. "I can't believe ye actually wore it Jackaboy!" he clutches his cut neck as he laughs hysterically at his alter in a dress.
A Tinkerbell inspired fairy dress. Complete with golden wings.
"Now will ye stay away from Signe?" Jack growls, stepping forward towards the demon. Anti waves a glitching finger, still grinning.
"Call our 2 little buddies first."
"I am not talking to Mark or Felix in this s**t." he angrily gestures to the green dress hugging his male body.

"Yes. You. Are." Anti pulls his knife from his pocket and gestures to the room where Signe lies, trapped in a nightmare-ridden coma, eyes black pools of tar. Jack's anger fades and he quickly pulls out his phone, opening a chat with the two other YouTubers.
< come over I have to show you something >
< please come quick >
"There I sent the-" Jack begins, only to be barreled over by his alter. "Anti! What the fu-" his protest is cut off by Anti's claws stuffing a small tablet through his lips. Jack convulses and pushes Anti off him, getting on his hands and knees and retching.
"You f***ing little b***h! What the hell was that?" he yells, and Anti giggles, twinkling his fingers. "Goodbye my little tinker!" he chirps, and disappears into thin air.

A wave of pain overtakes Jack and he squeezes his eyes shut, hands woven through his green hair. It feels like an intense migraine, and the Irishman squirms under its debilitating grasp. The pain suddenly stops, providing Jack with sweet relief, like a refreshing breath of air. "Jeysus Christ, what the frick was that?" he mumbles, looking down. He's still in the fairy dress, and this reminds him. Signe. Jack gets ready to run to get Signe when he actually takes in the world around him. Everything around him is reminiscent of his own living room, but it's all massively huge. "What the f**k did that butthole do to me? Am I FRICKIN' FIVE CENTIMETRES TALL!?!" he screams at the top of his massive lungs, fear, anger, and worry coursing through his thoughts.

A knock at the door.

To Jack, it sounds like an earthquake. He freezes and turns to the direction of the door. "It's Mark and Felix. Sh*t! They can't see me like this, but I need to help Wooshers." he curses. The door opens, and Mark's low tones immediately reach his ears. Jack sprints out of the hallway, still fully exposed and in a dress.
Mark walks into the room, confusion written over his face, followed by Felix, slightly less bewildered. Jack is frozen. Staring up at his friends' giant forms, their voices resonating in his bones, too scared to call for help. Felix walks towards him, deafening footsteps snapping Jack out of his daze.

"AAGHH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!" Jack cries, running away from the giants. "Huh?" the shrunken Irishman's cries attract the attention of Mark, who looks around for the source of the Jack-like sound. "Hey Felix, did you hear anything?" Mark asks Felix, who's reclining on a couch. "Nah Markimoo." he replies, and his lack of concern angers Mark.
"Well, our friend wanted us to come here, and now he's missing. Aren't you worried."
"Nah bro, just chill and trust Jack. He'll be here in a bit." Felix says, but Mark doesn't care, and continues searching for Jack, who watches the events from the floor.
"You frickin' Swedish.. ngggh." Jack restrains himself from going ninja on Felix and reluctantly starts to wave his arms.
"MARK!! DOWN HERE!!" he screams, and Mark stiffens, sharp ears catching the voice.
"Jack, where are you? I can hear you but.." his eyes fly around the room, completely missing the little leprechaun on the floor.
"I'M DRESSED IN BRIGHT GREEN YA' DOOF!! LOOK!! DOWN!!" Mark aims his mocha eyes to the floor and he soon spots the green figure and his ghostly white arms.
"Jack?" Mark walks right up to the figure and kneels down, forcing Jack backwards in fear. "Is that you? Why are you shaking? And is that a Tinkerbell costume? Because that is absolutely flippin' amazing."

Jack looks into Mark's gentle eyes, round and deep brown, part of his familiar face taking up Jack's entire view. Really big and really close. Jack knows his friend wouldn't hurt him intentionally - it's not in Mark's nature -but Mark's a giant, and he could get distracted or careless. Jack suddenly realises the giant eyes are looking at him hopefully, less bubbly than before.
"Sean?"
"U-um of course it's me you goober, who else is this handsome." Jack jokes, but Mark's face only gets more serious.