Submission (#2726) Approved

Faust woke up in his bed, clutching his head, all he felt was this painful pulsing sensation in his forehead. But when he felt his visor, he was met with a strange plush hand. What. He looked around, confused. Why was everything so big? He got up, wobbling around on weak soft legs. He grabbed at his visor and horns, they felt soft. That’s not normal. He flopped out of his bed and crawled towards his mirror, gazing into it all he saw was a glorified plushie version of himself. What kind of weird dream was this?


He heard loud footsteps behind him, looking up in the mirror he saw Robbie. He seemed just as confused as Faust was. He sat down beside Faust and just… stared at him. Tilting his head, Robbie grabbed Faust up off the ground. Faust flailed a bit in Robbie’s large claws, Robbie let out a giggle as he began to pet Faust’s head. “Put me down Robbie or so help me-” Faust flailed more, kicking with the plush legs he had been cursed with. “Oh no way, you’re a tiny plush, I’ve just gotta carry you around with me now.” Robbie carried Faust around the house, making him sit around as he went about his tasks. “So what happened, why are you a plushie now?” Robbie asked, leaning on the counter, and turning to Faust.


“I just woke up and then I was super small and squishy.” Faust hissed, crossing his arms and leaning back against one of the many jars on their counter. “You’re adorable when you’re this small, you know that?” Robbie explained, putting some of the jars away and reorganizing the cupboard somewhat. “Am not,” Faust growled, stomping around the counter, and smacking Robbie’s hand. “Pf, look at you.” Robbie patted his head and carried him off again. It was gonna be a long day as a plushie.