Dislocation PT 1💕

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Elliot POV

As I listened out for any sounds notifying the bean, I did a quick check over my borrowing checklist. Paperclip check, string check, water check. Ok that means that I just need to borrow some fruit to bring home.

I scaled down the kitchen counter with my hook made of a paperclip and some string, which beans call floss, and quickly made my way over to the the human's kitchen table, which occupied the fruit bowl.

I need to do this as quickly and quietly as possible, as if the human comes whilst I'm on the table I have no way of getting to safety, I wouldn't be able to escape the bean. I climbed up my rope, setting down my bag to search for a fruit I'd be able to bring home.

Shit. There's no more berries. I'm going to have to choose one I have the physical strength to cut up. I drew my pin from my side, selecting a banana as the safest option. After lifting the pin in the air, I swings downwards, slicing into the fruit.

Picking up the front of the banana, I used the pin to remove the banana peel. Packaging the piece of fruit in my bag, sealing it shut.

I start to make my way towards my hook attached to the edge of the wooden table as I started to hear and feel thundering footsteps that knocked me off my feet as they were increasing with speed and power.

The human isn't supposed to be awake, it's 3 in the morning. There's no way I'm going to make it to the ground in time. You fucking idiot! Do you want to die at the hands at that human?! Get a bloody move on!

I sling my bag over my shoulders on my back , using all of my strength, I sprint, leap and grab my rope. As I start rapidly scaling down the thin piece of string, I let go and fall to the ground midway, burning my hand and my arm making a sickening crack sound as I hit the ground. As well as possible bruises decorating parts of my skin.

This resulted in me releasing an earth shattering scream, which was instantly cut off by me covering my mouth with my right hand. Hearing the rapid thumps of the bean's footsteps increase, I used the rest of the strength I had left to get up and bolt under the table, hiding behind one of the table legs.

Seeing the human come into view so suddenly would have made me scream if it weren't for my right hand covering my mouth and trying with all my might to not let even a peep escape me as tears of terror ran down my face. Muttering to myself.

"I'm gonna die. I'm sorry mum and dad for letting you down. I'm sorry I didn't get to have a family of my own. I'm sorry I never found love. I'm sorry that I'm the one that you have to watch over". These were the thoughts racing through my mind repeatedly until the human's crystal blue eyes made contact with my chestnut brown ones.

My breath hitched as the human and I were making eye contact with each other for the first time. One pair filled with with surprise and curiosity, juxtapositioning my own filled with complete fear.

My tears continued to cascade down my face, along my cheeks. Clutching my injured arm with my unharmed one against my chest, as I instinctively scooted away from the living skyscraper coming closer, but I didn't have the strength or energy to get very far.

The human was saying something, but I was too distracted trying to concentrate on my own breathing as I was hyperventilating, whilst there was a constant ringing in my ears, vision getting blurry.

The last thing I remembered feeling was me being touched by the human, trying to pick me up, as my vision was filled with endless darkness. I hope the bean is merciful and kills me in my sleep, was the last thing I thought before I passed out.

Conan POV

After hours before of scrolling through tik tok pages on my phone staying asleep seemed impossible, it turns out I was right. I was out at 12 it is currently 3am.

I saw my empty water bottle on my nightstand and suddenly felt thirsty. Getting out of bed I took a trip to the kitchen. As I made my way to the coldest room in my house, I was knocked out of my senses when I heard a faint scream coming from the kitchen.

Not even considering the logical factor that someone might've broken in, I rushed to the kitchen to find the source of the scream. To my surprise there appeared to be no one else in the room. So I thought.

I was about to just go back to doing my original task thinking I was just imagining things and still half asleep, when I heard a quiet, barely noticeable sound. As I listened carefully, it sounded like someone was crying but trying to hold back or cover up the sobbing.

I was really confused, if there's someone crying why can't I see them? That's when I noticed something dangling from the edge of my table. As I walked towards it and grabbed it I was marvelled by the sight.

It was hook attached to a piece of string. It looked like some type of climbing gear but miniaturised. It was quite cute actually how small it was.

That's when the sobs I had heard before were brought back to my attention. Except this time it sounded a little clearer, like I was closer to where the noise was coming from. I don't know why but a thought at the back of my head told me to look under the table, so I did. What I found was the most amazing thing I've ever seen.

It was a tiny person, when their- his head was lifted was when I realised I was looking at a tiny boy. It was a little dark under the table so I couldn't make out much of the little ones features apart for the clear horror displayed on his face as he looked up at me.

My face went from one of shock and bewilderment and melting into one of sympathy and guilt as I realised the little one was terrified of me, making me feel like a bit of a monster, hearing his little sniffles and heavy breathing.

I noticed that he was cradling his arm against his chest, hitting me with the realisation that he was hurt, which was most likely the cause of that dreadful scream. I shifted closer to get a bit more of a look at him. Which noticeably made him feel more intimidated.

"Don't worry little guy, I won't harm you, you're completely safe, I wasn't expecting someone like you to be giving me a visit". I said, which didn't seem to have done anything to help as his breathing increased at a concerning rate.

I reached for the little guy, scooping him up in the palms of my hands as he unexpectedly passed out, worrying me. I pressed my pointer finger onto his chest gently to check for any sign of him still being alive and I sighed with relief when I felt the boy's little heartbeat under my finger.

Giving the little one a better look made me realise how young he looked. How old is he, fourteen? Fifteen?. He looks like a kid.

He had caramel skin, with fluffy looking short black hair that falls in thick curls at the front, I'm not sure what his eye colour is because I didn't get a proper look, but I imagine a chocolate brown.

He also wore some navy blue joggers with a mahogany red hoodie, a lilac top evident from under the hoodie. He was absolutely adorable and so tiny. He couldn't of been more than three inches at least, appearing more on the two inch side.

Once again noticing the state of the kid's arm, I decided to treat the injury to the best of my ability. Taking the child to the bathroom with me I set him down on a towel whilst I get the first aid kit from the cabinet.

Using a magnifying glass to inspect the injury to discover the condition of the little guy's left arm. From the look of the arm it's just been dislocated, luckily it wasn't Broken, I wouldn't know what to do if it was broken.

So his body's like a human's but smaller right, so that means his body functions should work the same too. If I give his arm a light tug, it should fit back into place.

Not wanting to distress and have the young boy jolt awake whilst doing the task I slowly and carefully begin to tug it until it pops back in place, wrapping the arm in a bandage, having to cut it to fit his arm.

Picking up the child, he stirs, whimpering and shifting around. "Shhh. It's okay". He coos, bringing the child up to his chest stroking him with his thumb gently.

The boy surprisingly quiets down. Unknowingly griping my shirt. I take him to my room, the clock now saying 3:57am.

I get into bed, putting him on my chest, but he starts shaking. Thinking he's cold I put my hand over him body, keeping him warm. As I hear evened out breathing come from him, I drift off to dreamland myself, wondering to myself where he came from?

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