Hermitcraft Oneshots

You've got to be KIDding me (2)

I forgot to mention but they live in France for plot reasons
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Zloy woke up in bed.

Not his bed, mind you, a hotel bed.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. At first he was surprised at how small his hands were but then he remembered why he was even in a hotel in the first place.

The clock to his right told him it was 9:00 and the snoring to his left told him Pixl was still asleep.

He slowly pulled himself out of bed, grabbing his toiletries and dragging his bare feet across the hotel room carpet. He entered the bathroom, not even closing the door behind him.

He wet his toothbrush and covered it in kids bubblegum flavored toothpaste that he had even before he turned into a kid. He just didn't like the taste of mint.

He ran the toothbrush over his teeth, not looking in the mirror as he wasn't tall enough to see anything but the top of his head.

He splashed his face with water, jumping up hands on the counter to support his weight and try to catch a glimpse of himself.

He had been doing this for a minute when he felt two arms snake around his waist. They lifted him up and sat him down on the counter.

"O-oh! Hello Pix." Zloy stuttered, blushing as he kicked his legs back and forth.

"Mornin.." Pix murmured, roughing up Zloy's hair.

"Breakfast buffet ends at 10, we should hurry if we want to catch it." Zloy hummed, drumming his fingers against the counter.

Pix made a noise of agreement through his toothpaste filled mouth, eyes distant and tired as he stared at his teeth-brushing self in the mirror.

Zloy slid off the counter, nearly loosing his balance as his feet touched the floor. He wandered back into the main section of the room, opening his bag to find a change of clothes.

He slipped into a design-less shirt and pants, and was in the middle of putting on one of Pixl's hoodies when the brit walked in.

"Is that my hoodie?" Pix asked, looking at the boy.

"What if it is?" The Russian teased, pulling his head through the top of the hoodie.

The large blue sweater hung off his arms and draped to his knees, it might have been Zloy's before he shrunk but Pix knew better.

"Mhm, whatever.." Pix grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom to change, reminding Zloy to clean up the room before closing the door.

Zloy murmured something about child labor laws, but complied, packing up all of their various items in their respective bags.

He finished quickly, just in time for Pixl to emerge from the bathroom- changed and smelling like cheap deodorant.

"Ready?" Pix asked simply, holding out his hands to catch the backpack Zloy was throwing at him.

"Mhm," Zloy said, walking over to the door.

The duo stepped outside after doing a quick scan of the room, walking to the buffet hall of the hotel.

Zloy stayed close to Pix, he felt so small in the big hallway, being short sucked.

Pix must have noticed, because he smiled reassuringly down at the smaller figure and ruffled his hair a bit.

Zloy smiled back up at Pix, grabbing his hand before it could depart. The boy held on to two of the brits fingers with his own small ones.

Pix just smiled.

They entered the buffet hall, grabbed plates and went down the line.

Zloy ended up with a sugary cereal and a pastry, and Pix ended up with oatmeal and a hot cup of coffee.

Zloy was about to grab a cup of coffee when Pix stopped him. "I know you don't feel like it, but you're still only eight. Get some apple juice or something." He suggested.

Zloy grumbled about being too tired for this shit, but complied and got some apple juice.

They sat and ate in awkward silence, Pix reading the French news on his phone, Zloy reading the Russian on his.

By the time they got in the car it was 9:55.

Zloy plugged in some headphones and started watch some Netflix, and Pix kept his eyes on the road.

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A few days, hotels, and stupid Zloy wisecracks later, they were there!

They had made it!

Moscow.

Zloy guided them to the proper street on the outskirts of town, to an old looking building with a shop that looked even shadier than the Russian government.

They found a spot to park and Zloy entered first, yelling in loud and annoying Russian.

Pix kind of stood there awkwardly, smiling sheepishly and waving as a man in their mid to late thirties came out of the back.

He let out a belly laugh at the sight of tiny Zloy, which did not amuse the boy.

A few more angry yells later the unfamiliar man tapped Zloy twice on the head and him and his clothing grew back up to full size.

"You're not seriously telling me me drove all this way for two taps on the head, I would have much rather you just remained a kid." Pixl was a bit ticked that all it took was a tap to the noggin to 'cure' Zloy.

"That can be arranged," Zloy quipped, smiling devilishly.

"No! No I think I'm good," Pix said, grabbing Zloy's hand and starting to drag him out of the shop.

"Bye thank you very, very much! I don't speak Russian I don't know if you speak English but I am out of here!" Pix said to the shop owner, very much wanting to get out of Russia.

Zloy giggled like mad, saying goodbye to the shop owner.

The entire drive home Pixl was grumbling about 'two taps to the head'.

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Didn't really know how to end this so yeah

Again, the idea is from Jeina58!

Either a cult of goat or murder related oneshot next~

-yours, an anonymous asshole