#borrower!evan

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Jared: *Talking to himself about how his life sucks* Borrower-Connor: "Oh my fucking god! SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep!" Jared: "WTF?!" Borrower-Evan: "Oh god"

meanwhile jared is thinking his home is haunted

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Borrower!parents (all if you want)

fun fact: this is the first time on this blog i drew Tiny!Larry and Tiny!Cynthia

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Traditional bc my dad took the computer I was using to draw for music for the party

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So many Tiny!Evans

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Can you some day make a full comic or story of borrower evans first encounter? :)

Im too lazy to draw out a full comic, plus i dont have anything to draw with rn, so heres a story instead. 

Silence filled the dark, empty house, the only sounds being the constant ticking of the clock. Inside the walls of the kitchen, he waited some more, straining his eyes to make out any movement. A Borrower couldn’t be too careful. What time was it? Midnight? One o’clock? Whatever the time, it was fast slipping away as morning approached.

His growling stomach reminded him he needed food as soon as possible, as he had run out in his home. It was pretty irresponsible of him, the way he waited until he had none left to borrow more food, but his fear of humans kept him from doing the rational thing. He sighed; this was why he needed Alana, as she would’ve helped him borrow some bread or something before they ran out. She was probably already seen by Zoe at this point, which meant he had to try and survive on his own again, like he did those few years after his mother died.

No longer able to ignore the aching in his stomach, he acted. He ran out, feeling very vulnerable on the tiled floor. He took a deep breath, gripping tightly his grappling hook- a long thread of string tied to a bent paperclip- before launching it up into the counter. He may be small, but he definitely has a lot of strength. He tugged on the string in his hand, testing if the paperclip latched onto the small nick he and Alana made. The string taut, he placed his feet onto the side and began to climb.

Once at the top, he ran over to the half-eaten sandwich that he knew Jared made earlier and began ripping off pieces of the bread, cheese, and ham, shoving them into his bag, some pieces finding their way into his mouth. With both his stomach and bag full, he climbed down.

As he gathered up his grappling hook, he cast a quick look over to the otherside of the kitchen. He knew Connor stored some sweets over there, somewhere where Jared couldn’t reach. Borrowers weren’t supposed to take more than they need, but a small treat couldn’t hurt, right?

As quickly and quietly as possible, he sprinted across the floor, holding his bag close.

Click!

He froze as he was momentarily blinded from the kitchen lights turning on, blinking quickly. A gasp.

His heart began pounding against his chest. Don’t look up, don’t look up… He slowly turned his head to the side, spying huge, bare feet. His heartbeat quickening, he raised his head, finding Jared Kleinman in his pajamas, staring wide-eyed at him.

He ran.

“Wait!!!”

The ground shook as he got closer. Evan forced his legs to go faster. Tears stung at his eyes, blurring his vision.

He was stopped as he ran into something. It took him only a moment to realize it was a hand, Jared’s hand. Unfortunately, that moment was all it took for Jared to completely cover him with both hands.

Evan felt his stomach lurch as he was lifted into the air. He scrambled for his needle sword, only to find he left it at home. Breathing harder, he pushed against the walls of his small prison, tears staining his cheeks.

Before he knew it, he was tumbling down, hitting his side against something hard. He sat up quickly, his eyes darting around. He could see the kitchen, he could see Jared, he could see Jared’s hands come close to him again, oh God!

He flinched, expecting to be wrapped in his fingers again. Nothing came, yet the familiar feeling of being lifted rose in his stomach. He looked down, the kitchen floor so far below. He looked up, Jared’s face too close for comfort. He let out a small yelp, instinctively scrambling backwards, before hitting the back of his head hard. His head throbbing, he realized he was trapped in a jar.

“What are you?” Jared whispered with curiosity, tilting the jar slightly this way and that, studying the small Borrower.

He didn’t seem to realize how much he frightened his catch. Evan couldn’t think. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He felt himself shaking, his palms sweating hard. Tears poured down his face as he unconsciously attempted to scoot away. He was seen. Oh God, he was seen, he’s going to die, and he’d never see Alana again. Oh God, oh God, oh God-

Jared’s curious expression morphed into one of concern. “Shit, are you okay???” he asked sincerely. Evan left the question unanswered; he couldn’t process it to come up with even a simple reply.

After an eternity, the jar was slowly lowered to the floor, Jared gently tilting it until it was on its side. It took about a minute before Evan realized what was happening. He bolted from the jar, straight to the entrance near the refrigerator. He was fully aware of the fact he was being watched, but he didn’t care. He didn’t stop running until he reached his room, collapsing onto his matchbox bed.

He spent several minutes to catch his breath, his mouth dry and his eyes hurting from crying. He slowly looked around at his belongings that he had borrowed, feeling a lump forming in his throat. He had to leave all of it behind. He’d been seen. He couldn’t stay here anymore.

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Not well at first

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Jared lets him out and comforts him and Evan runs away and hides from him until he’s calmed down and it turns out Jared has been waiting for him to come out again and they become friends eventually.

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Fun fact: Borrower!Alana has bad eyesight, but Borrowers don't have glasses, so she deals with it