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How to keep a chibi Sylus (4)

Character: Reader x Sylus | Gender: Humor, Slide of Life

Summary: Are you seeing right? You swear that is impossible to get high on whatever you ate last night, but if you haven't lost you mind then... Why is there a merly 5-inch chibi Sylus sitting on you desk?

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Part 4

Something was wrong. You woke up with that heavy, sinking feeling in your gut that the universe had just played a massive prank on you. You blinked one eye open, squinting at the nightstand. Empty. Where was the alarm clock? Your hand flailed blindly in the air, searching for the familiar plastic shape. With a groan that sounded like a dying walrus, you fumbled for your phone. The screen lit up.

"...!" you gasped, looking with wide eyes when you realized is way to late. Everything goes into high alarm. How could be so fucking late? Haven't you set the clock yesterday? "MY FUCKING CHUNGOS LIFE!" you screamed at the ceiling. You launched yourself out of bed, and hit the bathroom at light-speed, taking a shower so fast you probably forgot to rinse off properly. You cursed your life again and again.

The chaos didn't stop there. You sprinted back to the closet, trying to hop into your pants while simultaneously put on a shirt. In the middle of your frantic zig-zagging between the wardrobe and the mirror, your pinky toe met the bedframe. Time stopped. "SON OF A—!" You doubled over, tears pricking your eyes as you limped through the apartment. You didn't even notice your alarm clock lying face-down on the floor.

"Where the fuck are my AirPods?!" You were currently a one-woman circus: balancing a to-go makeup set in one hand, digging for your keys with the other, and trying to put on a shoe without falling over. After eighteen minutes of pure, uncoordinated panic, you finally managed to burst out of your front door.

You finally squeezed yourself onto the goddamn crowded train and made it to the office with exactly ten minutes to spare before you had to clock in. It was just enough time to duck into the bathroom and attempt to look like a functioning member of society.

The weight of the day was already slumped over your shoulders like a heavy coat.

"I didn't even have time for breakfast," you murmured to your reflection. Your face was flushed, a few stray beads of sweat dotted your hairline, and your hair looked like it had been through a wind tunnel. You sighed, reaching for your phone. The screen lit up with a Patreon notification, but your eyes drifted to the background: a high-res wallpaper of Sylus giving you that soft smile.

The corners of your lips twitched upward. "Yeah... at least you know how to make my day."

A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your chest. He was your ultimate comfort character. The perfect mix of adorable and absolutely sexiness. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? He looked practically edible. You could easily spend the whole night just making him—

A noise out of you bag make you loose the threat of you thought. You bag, which you’d set on the counter, tipped precariously to one side. A small, dark, fuzzy ball tumbled out and rolled across the marble surface.

"...?" Your brain stalled. You looked at the "ball." It had ears. It had a tail. It was currently uncurling itself and looking very, very annoyed. "Sylus?!" you scream. So it wasn't a dream?! Wait, wait, wait... "When—how—what—?" You stumbled over your words not sure which question to ask first. You brain is fried. Is way to early for this.

The tiny man stood up, shaking himself off like a disgruntled kitten. He adjusted his miniature shirt and looked up at you, his red eyes narrowed.

"Next time you decide to run a marathon, kitten," he rasped, "warn me. It’s like a washing machine in that bag."

"What are you doing in there?!"

"Joining you on a mission is more fan then wait for you at home."

"What mission?"

"Killing Wan..." Sylus paused as he saw your confused gaze. "The mission of getting my body back."

"So you sneaked into my bag? You weren't even able to leave the kitchen counter yesterday."

"I tried a few things out during the night."

"You really are a nocturnal creature," you sighed, beginning to fix your makeup. "Well then, Boss-man, what else were you doing?"

"First of all, I needed to change my clothes. You should save your 'creativity' for putting stickers on Mephisto." He was wearing his standard black outfit now, looking sharp even at five inches tall. "My Evol seems to have some effect in this world. After a bit of trial and error, getting to the living room was easy."

"I see..." You finished your eyeliner with a shaking hand, glancing nervously at the bathroom door. You sighed. There was no way to get him home now without being late, so he was stuck with you at the office. If someone sees me talking to him... My life will be over. He is unpredictable but if he is just like in the game, I could convince him to stay still like a plushie." You think a few seconds more but it settled.

"You need to behave, you little crow," you warned, pointing a finger at him. "That means no talking and no moving. If you do anything out of line, you will face the consequences."

Sylus’s smirk only widened. "Oh, I’m shaking," he drawled, the sarcasm dripping from his tiny voice.

That look gave you the exact same shiver you felt whenever he did it in-game. You bit your lip, desperately trying to hide the stupid, giddy grin that wanted to break out. You shoved your makeup supplies back into your bag and looked him in the eye. "Do we have a deal?"

"If I'm allowed to sit on the desk where I can see everything, I’ll behave," he said nonchalantly.

---

Sylus sat down, leaning back against the base of the monitor with his legs crossed.

"Hey! You're finally here!"

You nearly jumped out of your skin as your coworker approached you with a cup of coffee. Her eyes immediately landed on your desk.

"Oh my god, is that a new figure? He’s so cute! Wait, are those cat ears? I didn't know Sylus had a 'kitty' variant."

Before you could stop her, she reached out a hand to poke his tiny head. You saw Sylus’s tail give a microscopic, angry twitch. His eyes narrowed. If he bit her, you were dead.

"Don't touch!" you blurted out, grabbing her wrist a little too fast. "He’s... uh... very fragile. Limited edition. The paint job is super delicate!"

"Aww, okay, okay," Sarah laughed, pulling back. "He looks so real, though. His eyes almost look like they're following me. Creepy, but hot. Anyway, the boss wants those reports by noon."

You looked at Sylus. He hadn't moved a muscle, but his ears were flattened against his head in annoyance.

"If she touches me again..." You can see small threads black and red mist moving around him.

"Shh! Stop that."

To be continued....

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How to keep a chibi Sylus (7)

Character: Reader x Sylus | Gender: Humor, Slide of Life

Summary: Are you seeing right? You swear that is impossible to get high on whatever you ate last night, but if you haven't lost you mind then... Why is there a merly 5-inch chibi Sylus sitting on you desk?

A/N This serie is actually inspired by "How to Keep a Mummy" It watch it back in 2014. The concept is a bit different from what im making up here.

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What the actually fuck is happening?! You screamed, packing everything in you bag and ran after that sneaky thief of white feathers. This stupid bird!

"​Give him back, you mother-fucking sky-rat!!!" The picture of you following a seagull, was a spectacle. You are a fan girl, a furious one. No one, not even a scavenger bird was going to steal your favourite character. The world would burn to ash before that happened. The sheer, unhinged energy you were radiating actually seemed to reach the seagull, which began flapping its wings twice as hard to escape the human whirlwind behind it.

You reached the fountain just as the nasty bird perched atop a marble statue, squawking triumphantly at you. You squawked right back, your screams shattering the peaceful afternoon.

"Drop him, you feathered rat! I will turn you into a nugget, I swear to God!" you shrieked.

The seagull let out another defiant squawk, readjusting its grip on the "toy" in its beak. From this distance, you could see Sylus’s tiny legs dangling. Your blood ran cold. If that bird decided to take off again, or worse, if it decided to see how Sylus tasted...

Nearby, a group of children stared, frozen. "Mommy... what is that lady doing?"

The mother, looking genuinely concerned for your mental stability, didn't even try to explain. She just ushered them away. "Don't look. Just keep walking." Understandable at this point because you were throwing a variety of objects to that beast. Cursing even more.

"Sweetie..." Sylus tried to say something but between the seagull’s squawk your constant string of creative curses, it was nearly impossible for him to be heard. Sylus had a headache. A massive one. He decided he had finally had enough of this circus. He snapped his fingers once.

Black and red mist squeeze the seagull making it struggle and finally fly upward, releasing Sylus from its grasped. You watched in slow motion as the tiny black figure was tossed into the air.

"SYLUS!"

You lunged forward, slipping on the mossy stone of the fountain. Cold water splashed up your legs, soaking your office slacks, but your hands were out, reaching.

Oof.

A surprisingly light weight slammed into your palms. You pulled your hands close to your chest immediately, curling your body around him. You were shivering, your breath coming in ragged sobs of relief.

"Got you... I got you," you whispered, oblivious to the fact that you were standing in a public fountain.

---

"What happened to you?" You jumped, nearly tripping over your own wet feet. Sarah was standing by the breakroom, her jaw practically hitting the floor as she took in your appearance.

You laugh awkwardly, pushing a soggy strand of hair out of your face, trying to look like a functioning adult instead of a someone who just had a fistfight with a seagull.

"Well... I dropped... something in the fountain... by accident." You wither under her stern gaze. "I'll take some work with me. I can finish the reports from my laptop." Her eyes scanning your dripping clothes. You look like you went for a swim with the koi.

"Yeah, that’s definitely for the best," Sarah said, her expression softening into pity. "You’re literally shivering. Go. Don't catch a cold now, okay? I’ll tell the boss you had a... emergency."

---

By the time you reached your apartment, you were exhausted, completely drained by the insanity of the day. Once you were back home, You kicked off your soaked shoes and padded into the kitchen. You let him out of from inside of one dry pocket of your blazer.

Even if you’d already handed Sylus a few tissues earlier so he clean himself up after almost ending up inside the mouth of a seagull, he still looked ruffled.

"Let me prepare a container of warm water so you can clean up. I'm taking a shower as well."

"I never imagined something like this could happen to me," he muttered.

"Certainly it was a strange adventure". You take a Tupperware and filled it up. Dish soap wouldn't be a great a idea. "Give me a minute."

"Can you... not leave?" he said, his arms crossed. You stopped on your way to the bathroom, looking confused. "You would save yourself a trip if you just took me with you..." Why was his voice so quiet now? You smirked.

"Is the Boss-man traumatized?" you teased.

"No," he said flatly.

"Oh, my apologies. Then you can wait here for a moment." You turned around, and you definitely heard him groan. You laughed. "Alright, alright, I get it."

You carefully scooped him up and perched him on your shoulder. He gripped your shirt for balance as you carried him into the bathroom. You set the Tupperware on the flat top of the washing machine and began your work, grabbing a bottle of your gentlest shower gel and a few soft face towels.

You even leaned over to light a small vanilla candle, placing it safely to the side. With a bit of folded cardboard, you created a makeshift screen so he’d have some privacy. Only the best for your little Sylus.

"I’ll wash your clothes in the sink afterward," you noted, testing the water in his "pool" one last time.

"And what should I wear then?" he asked.

"Oh… right." He could probably change using the app, but seeing him like this was too precious to end so soon. "I have something in your size, don't worry. Well, I’ll leave you to your bath while I hop in the shower, alright? Or should I stay, since the kitten is scared?"

"Tsk... I'm fine."

From that angle, he shouldn’t be able to see you, nor you him. It felt safe enough to peel off your damp clothes and hop into the shower while he did the same in his pool.

Still, it was incredibly awkward. For some reason, you felt your face heating up; even if he wasn't his full size, you still had Sylus in your bathroom. You wanted to scream into a towel or hit your head against the tiled wall to snap yourself out of it.

Why isn't this Lost Oasis?! MC is so lucky; I want exactly what she got in that card.

Those muscles, the structure of his well-built abs, the way the water droplets clung to his perfect skin… You definitely needed to rewatch that sequence later. You could spend hours simply drooling over him. That reminded you—you still needed to finish your dailies after you were done with your work.

Not long after, you were sitting at your desk. Deepspace Overture played softly in the background as you typed away on your laptop. Sylus seemed busy with the game interface; you wondered if he was trying to find some kind of backdoor or a way to hack himself back in.

You stole a glance at him. The plushie clothes you’d found were a bit too big, hanging off his small frame, but they were certainly better than nothing. Meanwhile, both his tiny suit and your own clothes were damply hanging over the clothesline, slowly drying in the room's warmth.

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How to keep a chibi Sylus (5)

Character: Reader x Sylus | Gender: Humor, Slide of Life

Summary: Are you seeing right? You swear that is impossible to get high on whatever you ate last night, but if you haven't lost you mind then... Why is there a merly 5-inch chibi Sylus sitting on you desk?

A/N Decided to give it a try with drawing my chibi Sylus... Forgive that is not full render but placing light and shadows is a whole thing for itself.

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The morning was a blur of caffeine and frantic productivity. One cup of coffee turned into two, then three, until your heart was racing faster than your typing speed. Click, click, tap, tap. You were a whirlwind of spreadsheets, printing reports, and firing off emails.

​The "no-phone" policy was a blessing, but the digital softphone on your computer screen was a curse. Every time that specific team ringtone blared through your headset, your shoulders hiked up to your ears. You shivered every time the notification flashed in the corner of your monitor.

Finally, you hit "Send" on a marathon-length email and took a moment to stretch, your joints popping in protest. You glanced over at Sylus. He had been impressively quiet. Oh. You smile. He was completely out, leaned back against the warm plastic of your monitor. His head was tilted slightly to the side. He is sleeping.

A wave of honey-thick warmth spread through you, settling deep in your stomach. You remembered what he’d said about "testing things out" during the night. He had spent the entire time you were sleeping pushing his Evol.

You are really a nocturnal animal. A helpless, lopsided smile tugging at your lips. You leaned your head on your hand, ignoring the piles of work left to do, content to just watch him breathe.

He should have stayed at home with the tablet. Finding a solution to his problem won't be easy. I wonder how is this world affecting him. He can use his evol, enough to get him into my bag. You play with a pen in your finger and try to draw like a diagram of the situation. What even triggered his event? He said he traveled here and he encounter some problem. Also he wants his body back, huh? Full size...

"Kitten..." you imagine his red eyes and this dark rough voice, whispering into your ear. A flush of heat and embarrassment cross your body. Using a stack of paper, you cool yourself down for a moment.

Even if he get his body back, god bless me with that view, it doesn't mean he can or will stay. Returning to his world, should be also a priori. You tap the pen on the desk, thinking as you look again back on that small man. He is absolutely adorable. You were just about to whisper a reward for his good behavior when you saw someone approaching out of the corner of your eye.

Oh, for the love of—

"Morning, darling," a voice drawled. He leaned against the edge of your desk, his shadow falling over your keyboard. "You look… busy. Stressed? You know, you really should’ve joined us at Rusty Anchor last night." You felt a vein throb in your temple.

"Kevin, I really don't have time for the Rusty Anchor chronicles today."

"Come on, don't be a buzzkill," Kevin chuckled, eaning further into your personal space. "I’m doing you a favor..." You keep you expression hard. "Anyways, I’ve got about six more spreadsheets for you. Since you’re such a Rockstar at this." He reached out to tap the edge of your screen, his meaty thumb dangerously close to where Sylus was sleeping.

"I'm actually right in the middle of—" you started.

"Don't be like that," he smirked, leaning in closer, his breath smelling faintly of stale coffee and ego. "Tell you what, you finish those by lunch, and maybe I'll bringe something from the cafeteria—"

"Have you talk about this with our boss?" This useless, prik! Again trying to shove more work on me.

"Don't be like that..." He moves even closer.

"Is there a problem here?" You both snapped your heads toward Eleanor, your boss. She stood there with her arms crossed, she didn't look like she was in the mood for highlight reels.

"Oh! Eleanor! Just, uh, mentoring the team," Kevin chirped, instantly pulling his hand back and smoothing his tie. He flashed his corporate charming smile, which usually worked on everyone except her. "Just giving some notes on the report."

Eleanor was purely annoyed. "The report I saw an hour ago? The one that was so poorly written? Kevin, unless you’ve suddenly learned how to use Pivot Tables and correct that file, I suggest you get back to your own desk."

Kevin’s face went pale. "Right. Yeah. Of course. Just... leaving."

He turned to make his cool exit, throwing you a wink that made your skin crawl. But as he took his first confident stride away, you caught a faint, crimson spark flickering from unter the edge of your monitor out of the corner of your eye.

THUD.

"Goodness," Eleanor remarked dryly, not even pausing her stride as she walked away from your workspace. The sound was so loud that heads started popping up over their dual-monitor setups, behind plants like curious meerkats. Coworkers peeked out from the breakroom and the glass-walled conference rooms, all of them treated to the majestic sight of Kevin effectively kissing the office carpet.

You bit your lip, your entire body shaking as you fought the urge to wheeze out loud. You looked down at your desk, expecting to see a smug, but it seems like the hitman was still sleeping.

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How to keep a chibi Sylus (6)

Character: Reader x Sylus | Gender: Humor, Slide of Life

Summary: Are you seeing right? You swear that is impossible to get high on whatever you ate last night, but if you haven't lost you mind then... Why is there a merly 5-inch chibi Sylus sitting on you desk?

A/N Decided to give it a try with drawing my chibi Sylus... Forgive that is not full render but placing light and shadows is a whole thing for itself. This going to be a long term story with short chapter, trying to make the most of it.

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2. p.m. Lunch time. You didn't exactly have time for a gentle transition. You scooped Sylus up and shoved him into your bag with the grace of a person hiding contraband. A muffled, indignant noise came from the depths of it, somewhere between a huff and a growl.

"What the—" You felt a pang of guilt. Honestly, how can you treat him like a plushie? That was probably a death sentence in his world, but here... Is time to leave the office.

You dodged Sarah’s questions about the reports and slipped past Kevin’s desk and even quickly apologizing to your work-bestie, and then finally disappearing out the front doors before anyone could pin you down on some other task.

After a frantic pit stop at your favorite food market. Where the scent of toasted sourdough and melted Gruyère promised to heal your entire morning—you found your sanctuary. It was a park bench tucked away in a quiet corner of the park, shielded from the midday joggers and the thicket of overgrown bushes and trees.

You sat down, letting out a long, shaky exhale, and carefully unzipped your bag. "The coast is clear, Boss-man."

A small rustle came from the depths of your bag, and then Sylus emerged. He climbed out onto your lap, his black cat ears twitching as he took in the fresh air. He looked… well, he looked like he’d been through a dryer on the high-heat setting.

"Can you be a bit more gentle next time?" he rasped, stretching his tiny arms until his back arched. "I’ve had smoother rides in the back of a cargo plane under heavy fire."

"Oh, sorry about that," you muttered, watching him shake a stray cracker crumble out of his hair. You definitely needed to clean your bag tonight. You hadn't actually intended to wake him up so abruptly, but seeing another colleague drifting toward your had sent you into a tactical retreat mode.

Leaving him on the desk wasn't an option. What if someone spotted him moving? What if that idiot Kevin dared to touch him? You’d probably kill the bastard and stuff his mouth with printed spreadsheets until he choked.

Sylus kept mumbling under his breath about your utter lack of care, grumbling that he wouldn't even treat Mephisto with such reckless abandon. He looked like a very grumpy cat.

You unwrapped your warm sandwich, the steam rising into the air. Carefully, you pinched off a small, perfect piece of the crust and a sliver of the savory filling, placing it on a clean napkin on your lap right in front of him.

"Are you hungry?" you asked, leaning in. "Or do tiny kings not eat sourdough?"

Sylus looked down at the offering, then up at you, his red eyes narrowing. He looked at the giant sandwich in your hands, then back at his napkin-sized portion.

"I suppose," he said, his tone dripping with fake reluctance as he stepped toward the bread.

The cat ears on his head flicked toward a bird chirping nearby, and for a second, the ruthless leader persona slipped. He looked content. He looked relaxed. You watched him eat, your heart doing that annoying, fluttering thing again.

"Sylus?" you whispered.

"Hmm?" He didn't look up, busy dismantling with his meal.

"Thanks for... you know, earlier."

He flicked one of his feline ears for emphasis. "Consider it a professional courtesy." He was currently licking a speck of mustard off his thumb with a tiny, pink tongue. It was absurd. It was crazy. And yet, looking at him, you felt a tug in your chest that was painfully real.

"How generous of you," you smirk.

---

You leaned back, squinting against the bright midday sun and letting the cool breeze ruffle your hair. You took a long, cold sip of your cola. Note to myself, bring the small cutlery tomorrow. If this tiny King was going to keep sneaking into your bag, he at least deserved a proper fork. You shifted your gaze upward, watching the clouds drift by in slow, lazy shapes. For a moment, the absurdity of the last twenty-four hours felt less crazy.

"How are you doing?" you asked. He paused as he waited for you to expand on the question. "I mean... you’ve only been here a day. And I don't..."

"Are you worried about me?" he asked, a smug but curious tilt to his head.

"Of course," you blurted out turning you glaze back to him. Because you're my favorite, you thought, but the words caught in your throat. It felt too small, too reductive to call him a 'character' when you could feel his weight on your leg and see the way the sunlight caught the red in his eyes. "You’re in this strange state... I’d be worried if I were you."

Sylus let out a huff that might have been a laugh. "I’ve been in strange states my entire life, kitten," he said, his voice dropping into that tone that always made your heart skip. "Being small doesn't mean I’m powerless." This evol sparkles around his fingers. He looked up at you, his black cat ears twitching as a breeze ruffled his hair. "Besides. I have a capable companion, haven't I?"

"I guess... you right," you said smiling. You reached out, your heart hammering against your ribs, and used the tip of your pinky finger to gently brush a stray breadcrumb off his cheek. "I'm glad to take care of you."

The moment was actually becoming… sweet? The air was soft, his smile was rare, and for a split second...

"SKREE!"

"WHAT?!" you shrieked. A flash of white feathers and chaos slammed into your lap. In one blurred, violent motion, a seagull snatched him right off your lap. It flapped its massive, greasy wings, kicking up a cloud of dust and sandwich crumbs as it took off toward the park’s fountain.

"SYLUS!"

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