Don't question the title, just read to the end. |3

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The adventurer dropped down a short cliff, staff in hand and eyes alert for any threats that could be lurking close by once he landed. Once he was certain that the coast was clear, he stood back up and continued along his path, trying to make it home before night fell. True, he could be able to survive the night outside, since he was more than well equipped for any encounter, but to be out in the wilderness where the beasts roam free was something he didn't really want to get caught in. After a while, he glanced down to a small bell that was hanging from his waist, giving it a small flick and smiled at the friendly chime that resulted, soon seeing a ball of white with transparent wings come out.

It was a pain, but crafting that little fairy bell practically neutralized the need to make torches; normal, cursed or ichor, it didn't matter. So long as he had the bell, he had a light source available at the flick of it. As the little fairy circled above him, he was too caught in thought to see a vine-covered pit in his path, snapping out of his thoughts when his foot caught air. A yelp went out as his body dropped into the pit, quickly stopping himself with his staff snapping and catching both ends of the pit. Unfortunately, the staff wasn't made for something like this, soon hearing the item snap in his grip, yelling out as he plummeted down into the dark.

He soon landed on a rough patch of grass, a spike of pain going through his body as he saw the number '343' leap from him. A groan came out from him, his face being pushed back down as he felt the two halves of his now-ruined staff pelt him in the back of the head, two twenty-fives flying off of him during such.

“Oooooowwww………” he managed to groan out, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position.

The whole fall almost killed him, and due to his staff now being rendered to only timber, he was pretty much left out of a weapon, seeing that he packed lightly at all times. Once he had rested long enough, he slowly stood up, wobbling a bit but managed to right himself. Once the dizziness subsided, he gave the bell a ring, seeing that it was almost pitch black down where he was at. Once the fairy popped out and the area lit up, his nerves calmed down slightly but not by much, due to the fact that he was practically unarmed.

Slowly he started to roam about the cave, confused on the rather lack of monsters despite the size of the cavern. It was obviously one he hasn't been in previously, since there were no torches lining the walls. A little further though and he stopped, seeing some sort of object sticking out of the dirt/rock ground, arcing an eyebrow as he walked towards it. The fairy faded away but was quickly brought back, resuming its light-sharing as the man approached the object.

Said object was like his staff, but it was honey-orange in color. The head of it had the shape of a bee, same coloration of one as well, the eyes made out of rather brilliant rubies. Both gems seemed to glow with a rather exotic energy, one that he hasn't really seen yet. Thinking that it could be used, he slowly took a step towards the staff, holding his hand out in front of it. It was his way of seeing the names of the items, soon seeing a faint cloud of smoke come out and form the name of the item.

“'Staff of Bee Mass'?” he read, arcing an eyebrow as he thought that the name was some kind of typo or something. “Must be a summoning staff or something.” he stated under his breath, reaching out to it. “Well, anything for me to be protected, I suppose.”

When he grabbed hold of it though, the rubies shined brightly, enough to make him gasp and withdraw his hand, shielding his eyes as he stumbled back, tripping in the process and landed on his back. The shining continued on for nearly a minute, soon starting to fade after, the man slowly lowering his arms down.

“…the hell was…” he muttered, sitting up as he gave the bell another flick, lighting the area up once he noticed it was dark again. When the fairy appeared though, he froze at what he was seeing. “…that…?”

Embedded in the ground in front of him was a honey-orange tower, but when he looked up, his eyes widened when he saw the familiar shape of the staff-head bee. However, its head alone was almost his size, if not larger. A fearful swallow sounded out from him, realizing he had been shrunk, but how or why escaped him as he pondered it. Once he figured it out though, he facepalmed with enough force to leave a red hand print on his face.

“'Bee Mass'…” he groaned. “So I'm the size of a bee…now what?” he scoffed, folding his arms as he looked up at the head. “Do I have to wait it out or something?”

Before he could try to walk off, he felt the 'wind' around him seeming to come and go, as well as the sound of something sniffing behind him. That alone made his heart almost stop, freezing as his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Very slowly he turned his head to see what it was that was doing such, seeing a black colored nose right behind him, as well as the eyes of one species he was familiar with.

“W…w…wer…” he tried to say, but could only stammer in fear, the beast easily the size of a large tree compared to him, seeing the eyes blink at him.

“WEREWOLF!” he managed to yell out, quickly bolting off in the opposite direction of the beast, not seeing it jolt back in surprise to his yell.

His legs easily kicked into overdrive, wanting to put as much distance between him and the giant, soon hearing the heavy thuds of the canine giving chase to him. He didn't want to give up so easily, hoping there was some place for him to take shelter in. That thought – and hope – was easily dashed when he felt something crash down on top of him, pushing him down into the dirt, a '347' popping up off of him. He groaned out from the pressure on his body, feeling it let up after a bit but he was too weak to get up this time.

He thought this was the end of him, to be killed by a werewolf as he felt its claws wrap around his mid-section, lifting him up. The snout of the werewolf soon came into view, gazing at his tiny, limp form. Oddly though, it didn't try to crush him, didn't try to eat him, heck, even its grip was gentle with his small form, starting to make him question what this werewolf was doing. Now that he looked at the eyes, they seemed to shine with young curiosity, showing that this one was rather young. If it was able to find him easily, then surely this cavern was its home.

The human was confused on why there was a pup here, but was even more so when it seemed to be curious and if it was connected to the staff. Before he could open his mouth to ask such, he saw that he was being slowly lowered down, the werewolf…pup…eyes following him. Once he was fully down, he noticed that both of the pups…rather large foot-paws were on either side of him, the pup gazing down at him.

“Um…” the human tried to speak, gazing up at the pup in return. “Stay…?”

The were-pup tilted its head to the side, ears flicking at what he had said, the human swallowing nervously as he figured he was going to be here for a looooooong time.

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Just a rather spur-of-the-moment one-shot after seeing this lil' pic here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12577129/

Think of this more like a literature prelude to said pic.

Linked pic ©  OblivionServoX6
Terrarian Werewolf © Redigit.