Giant (G/T) One-Shots

Missing Servant's Daughter

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    "Mommy!" Bella called, skipping down the massive hallway, "I'm bored!"

    "Who are you?" a giant man called down to her, peering from outside of a room.

    After she got over the stun of a giant man standing over her, she gleamed. "I'm Bella! What's your name?"

    He pursed his lips. "It's Oxford to you."

    "Hi Oxford!" Bella cheered.

    She just kinda continued to stare up at him. It gave him the creeps.

    "Do you want something?" Oxford asked.

    She shrugged. "I'm bored."

    He scoffed. "So?"

    "I don't know," she murmured.

    "How did you get in here?" he inquired.

    "Mommy brought me," she explained.

    "Who is your mother?" he asked.

    "My mommy's name is Teressa. She works here." she informed him.

    "Well that doesn't tell me shit. I don't learn my servant's names." he muttered, "Where's your mom at now?"

    She frowned. "I can't find her."

    He sighed. After taking a glance back and forth down the hallway, he bent over and scooped her up when he didn't see anybody else. She screamed a little bit, but he was used to it.

    "Relax, kid," he soothed, "Someone will step on you if you keep wandering around, so you need to stay put."

    He migrated back to his desk and laid her out on it. 

    "But I need to find my mom!" she wailed.

    "You're too small to wander around alone, and I'm too busy to help you right now," he countered, "She's not gonna leave without you. You can wait."

    Not really sure what to do, she sat quietly for a bit. When she regained herself and her confidence, she waddled over to his large hand. It was writing on a piece of paper that was wider than she was long. She tried to teeter over the paper to see what it said, but between the loopy handwriting and the big words, she barely picked up anything more than "the." 

    He sighed. "What are you doing, runt?"

    "I'm trying to read the paper."

    He plucked her up between three fingers and deposited her back to her original spot. "Nosy, little gremlin," he mumbled.

    "I couldn't read it anyway," she pouted.

    He eyed her up and down. "How old are you?"

    "Eight and a half," she boasted.

    He grimaced. "You're a child-child."

    She pouted. "How old are you?"

    He scoffed. "That's a rude question to ask."

    "But you asked me," she protested.

    "Because you're a child...and a human. You have no rights." he informed her.