Scar woke up one morning screaming. It took him a second to realise just why he was screaming, until he noticed that the roof was very far away, further than it should be. Oh, and the floor was a daunting distance from where his feet hung off the bed. Great, for some reason he had shrunk. He hoped it was temporary.

Hopping down from the bed, he compared his height to his surroundings. He was not a centimetre taller than the half-slabs around him. It was as if he'd been simply resized, like an image, still perfectly in proportion. He was just a quarter the height. Well, he supposed there would be ample pranking opportunity with this. He'd spend a little longer in here getting used to things, and then he'd set off.

He dove into the waters connecting his secret pirate cave with the outside world. The journey took longer, and he only just made it out without drowning. Just then, he saw Doc in a boat. He looked upset about something, and was holding a book of some variety. Grabbing his elytra, Scar took off towards Doc, and was immediately hit by immense gusts of wind.

Buffeting around, left and right, Scar eventually gave up fighting the breeze, letting himself drift upon its whims. How very poetic: just a man and his elytra, seeing the world from a new perspective, drifting upon the breeze...

Thud.

He'd closed his eyes for ONE second, and all of a sudden he'd slammed into something. Looking up, he saw it was a skeleton, towering over the terrified terraformer. He ran as fast as he could, dodging right and left, skidding on the dirt, as arrows taller than him thunked into the ground around him.

"Help! Cub! Anyone!" He cried out, his voice higher because of the size change. Nobody came to help him out. And then, as he rounded a corner, he ran into his worst nightmare: a certain explosive building inspector.

The creeper hissed, charging up its explosion as Scar cowered before it, and then he heard the whoosh of an arrow flying past his face. Bracing for a gruesome death, eyes squeezed shut, Scar instead heard the sounds of... fighting. He opened one eye, and saw the two mobs fighting. He attempted to run for it while they were distracted, but he chose the wrong moment.

For the creeper exploded to destroy the skeleton just as Scar ran past. The force of the explosion rippled through him, he felt himself becoming a ragdoll of sorts (well he was small enough) as he flew through the air once more. He hit the ground with a soft thud, and landed at the feet of someone. He didn't have the energy to open his eyes, so he couldn't see whether it was friend or foe, but he didn't care at this point. Why couldn't this just be over?

"Oh, look! Someone made some kind of Scar voodoo doll!" Ren's voice. Brilliant.

"I'm not a doll, I'm the real Scar." He managed to mumble out. Ren probably didn't hear him, but what can you really do when you're this small?

"I'm sorry, did you just talk? I didn't catch that." It sounded as if Ren knelt down as he spoke, grass rustling as his voice came closer.

"I'm the real Scar." Scar said once more, and then passed out.

Time skip brought to you by a stable economy run by individual businesses on the Hermitcraft server. This is, after all, the past.

"So you're saying that this doll thinks he's Scar?" Cub paced up and down the ruined furnace, glancing nervously at the figure on the table.

"I'm saying that he says he is. Totally different." Ren was leaning on the sole wall, he'd just finished explaining what had happened.

Abruptly, Scar woke up, practically coughing his lungs out. He looked around, and saw that he was still tiny. Why, the cake next to him was almost as tall as he was.

"Now this is just embarrassing! I'm supposed to be an upstanding member of society, and I'm about as tall as a half-slab!" He chuckled, sitting up.

"Scar? Is that really you?" Cub turned toward his friend, bending down to make eye contact.

"Yep, just not feeling all that great right now. It'll wear off, I'm sure."

"Well if you insist, but I do have something that might work as a cure..."

"Fire away Cub, Fire away."

The two vex exchanged witty comments deep into the night, laughing all the while. Season six was going to be great.

I just wanted to write this. Don't ask why, I don't know why.

And then you can mess up. The story is very much like that.

Oh! By the way, I have another story in the works for after I finish the musical, do y'all want me to post a (subject to change) outline of the vague idea behind it, or...?

760 words of non-angst! The round numbers have returned!

This has been Pi, and I'll see you all at some point in the future!