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Fellby was NOT pouting.
He was not pouting and certainly not back in the body of his eight year old self...
“It’s not fair!” he declared his utter disdain for the situation at hand. He really hated his spur of bad luck.
“I am sure we will find a solution,“ replied Grillby softly as he sat down beside Fellby on the couch.
The last few hours had been a flurry of events; Gaster having come and kidnapped the children, being super creepy throughout the entire ordeal, something suddenly reverting Fellby to his childhood years and, finally, Grillby kicking Gaster’s boney ass into the next millennium... Though he managed to get everyone home safe and sound once the Royal Guard showed up and dragged the ex-scientist off.
Now Fellby sat on the couch pouting and shivering slightly from the cold. Grillby being so close helped of course, if only a bit. Okay, a lot but still! “It’s just not fair,“ Fellby repeated. “First I get smacked around and now I’m tiny!“ he fussed, looking towards his small hands. “How the fuck am I supposed to do ANYTHING?!? Let alone the shit I need to!“
“Language,“ Grillby reminded him. “I‘m sure it won’t be that bad...” he answered, reaching out and petting over Fellby’s head.
Fellby’s first instinct was to bat the hand away but, after the day he just had, the touch felt nice and more importantly it was warm so he’d allow it. Just this once.
It kind of reminded him of simpler days when he was just a tiny spark. Grillby would do the same whenever he was upset over something or not getting his way...
A high pitched squeal and the suddenness of being pulled against something bright yellow forced the blue flame’s thoughts back to reality. Swabby must have returned from putting the children to bed and apparently decided now was a reasonable time to start freaking out.
“Swabby, let me go!” growled Fellby, struggling a bit against the chest he now squished to and finding it somewhat alarming how Swabby had no trouble holding him still.
Being a kid again sucked!
“Nope!” Fellby could HEAR Swabby’s grin. “Awwww, you are so cute as a kid! And just the perfect size for cuddling!”
“Cut it out ya damned candle!”
“Never!”
Fellby was nuzzled affectionately while Grillby just chuckled to his side.
This was so unfair.
Totally, absolutely unfair!
He sighed and quit struggling.
Maybe he could use this new form to guilt Swabby into making him candy later... And he would so get Grillby to carry him around everywhere!
After all, he was just a tiny little spark now surrounded by all that snow and overall wetness outside...
Fellby gave a small shudder. Seriously he wasn’t suppose to creep himself out! Just think of the benefits he could gain in this form...
Perhaps he could even get the shopkeeper to give him a few extra cinnabunnies!
Still... He really hoped that this would all wear off soon...
Fellby wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to stand the candle being able to cuddle to him whenever he wanted without being able to fight him off.
Not to mention that it just felt weird having to look up to Pyru... Seriously when did the brat get that tall?!? It wasn’t fair in the least!
...
Of course all of these thoughts would quickly change the moment Fellby discovered that Grillby had trouble saying no to his tiny, eight year old self and that he’d easily be able to request Swabby to make full course meal-sized trays of candy at his beck-and-call.