Collection • TwoSetViolin

XVIII. Architecture

Request: "breddy, 'i was shrunk to 4 inches tall by a witch & now i kinda live in ur kitchen w/o u knowing'" [5362 words, ~25-30 minute read]

Warnings: N/A.

Notes: Some nice fluffy stuff after the Tritone trio! My writing style might be all over the place/inconsistent, but don't worry about it^^ I'm going to be trying a few things here and there to see what works best for me, so be aware!

Finally, thank you for your request, and I hope I did this prompt justice c:

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Brett's speech was slurred when he was trying to apologize.

He wasn't even sure what he was saying. The world around him was green and spinning and blurry, and he was trying to pat the person down with towels to wipe the drink off of them. The empty glass was in their shaking hand. They glowered at Brett and his clumsy hands stumbling over every inch of their body, his face flushed red and his breath reeking of alcohol.

As he wandered away, Brett could have sworn that their eyes glowed purple.

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It took some time for Brett to get over his initial panic.

His mind had completely blanked once he pushed open the cabinet door and was greeted by a detailed view of Eddy's forehead. It took quite a lot of effort to push the door open by a mere centimeter, and Brett found himself quite breathless after the effort - or perhaps it was from hearing Eddy humming La Mer under his breath.

He was sitting on the wooden cabinet now, trying to process everything that had happened after confirming that he wasn't dreaming. Maybe he did something while going out with some of his old friends last night, but it wasn't possible for someone to shrink to the size of an index card because they drank too much. Brett fixed his skewed glasses and buried his face in his hands, his heart pounding at the confusion coursing through his body.

The entire looking-out-the-cabinet situation did answer one of his questions though: where am I?  He was in Eddy's house - his kitchen, to be exact - in a dark cabinet that was clean, to nobody's surprise. Eddy had always been the more organized, neat one.

But it wasn't helping the situation, and certainly not his tiny heart. Brett swallowed, falling back against the varnish and ignoring the flutters in his chest. Questions continued to flood his mind as Eddy's voice served as a backdrop to his concerns.

How long will I be like this?

What happened?

How will Eddy react? What will he do?

Should I say something to him?

What's going to happen to the channel?

What if I'm like this for the rest of my life?

He was frozen for a few minutes until the scent of food hit his nose and his stomach growled. It was so loud that Brett unconsciously jumped, wondering if even Eddy could hear it.

It was time to answer his second question.

What am I going to eat?

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Brett managed to adjust to his new life in a short amount of time. It was partially because he shamelessly knew every corner of Eddy's cabinets, and while it was difficult for him to reach some corners, his previous fascination with mechanics and architecture came in handy.