Chapter 6

Oliver finished his strawberry in silence, refusing to look the human in the eyes. Isaac, who was currently looking in the direction of the window hummed an unknown tune. Oliver stood up and brushed the nonexistent dust off his lap, unintentionally getting the humans attention.

"So, uh...I should probably be getting home about now." He stated in a not so subtle tone, finally looking up at the giant.

"Oh, really?" The human said in a mellow tone, and flash of guilt hit Oliver square in the chest. Isaac didn't seem like a bad guy, but he couldn't take any chances.

"Uh...yeah, so if you could possibly like, make a way for me to get down from here, that would be great." Oliver stated with a slightly nervous demeter .

"Oh, yeah. Sure. I didn't mean to keep you here against your will, but will you be okay by yourself?" He asked with worry.

"Y-yeah... I'll be fine, just uh....wait, what are you doing?" Issac had put his hand out for Oliver to climb onto, and Oliver was looking at it quizzically.

"Oh" Isaac said rubbing his neck sheepishly "I thought this would be the fastest way, ya know with the whole size difference thingy. You don't have to if you want to, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything"

Oliver was taken aback by this. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but was this human nervous? About what? Oliver should be the one who's nervous, with a hand the size of his entire body mere feet away from him. So why was the human giving him any choice at all?

"N-nah, it's fine." Oliver said with mock confidence as he stepped onto the monumental hand. Oliver was carefully lifted up but lost his balance, and had to grab onto one of Isaac's fingers to keep steady.

"So where to?" Isaac asked, looking down in awe at the tiny person in his palm.

"Just over in the kitchen should be fine." Oliver said peering over the colossal fingers, but quickly retracting.

Issac made his way to the kitchen thinking about his tiny friend. Wait, was Oliver his friend? What if Oliver didn't want to be friends, given the way he was acting earlier, Isaac was unsure what he was to Oliver. He had to check, so as he lowered his hand down to let the tiny off, he paused.

"So um, do you wanna be friends? Unless we already were friends and in that case it would be a dumb question. Or you don't want to be friends thus, you wanting nothing to do with me. I mean, If you don't wanna be friends, it's perfectly fine, I don't want to force you to be friends if you don't want to so....yeah, friends?" He rambled whilst looking anywhere but at Oliver.

"Uh, sure... we can be friends." Oliver said cautiously.

At the words Isaac's face lit up. He gave Oliver a dorky grin as ha set the tiny boy down and said "well, I'll see you later then, friend" and Oliver was reminded of one of the little kids that used to live in his old house. Innocent. He nodded, and silently stepped off the giants hand, and made his way to the cracked tile where this whole crazy night had begun.

Oliver gave one last little wave goodbye before slipping back into the newly made tunnels, making his way home. Once he arrived he tended to his leg, and went to bed, regretting loosing his hook. He slowly drifted to sleep thinking through all the things that happened tonight, and to his surprise, wasn't scared for his life.

Issac looked at the tile, wondering if Oliver lived in there. As he turned to walk away, however, he saw something glint on the counter. He approached where he had seen it, and found a tiny fishing hook. He glanced around before spotting a tiny thread. Putting two and two together, Isaac took both into his room and begun fixing up his friends tool. Isaac placed the renewed hook on his desk and went to sleep, thinking about his new friend.

When Isaac woke up in the morning, the newly repaired hook was gone and a small thank you note lay in its stead. Isaac smiled and got ready for the day.