the origins of me finding roy

story was written by the amazing  dracodare edited by :iconSam_ehcac :

roy is his grim is mine






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Morning light streamed through the trees, a gentle breeze blowing between the piles of scrap filling the junkyard. The gate, normally closed and locked with a chain, rested against one of the piles as if it too were scrapped, leaving the yard accessible to any. And in the stillness of the late morning warmth, a small green figure scampered through the mountains of metal all about.
Roy zipped about, searching through the discarded valuables. Macros had it too easy, in his opinion. Sure, they needed more food, but the benefits of it far outweighed the costs. Like this! This was a perfect motherboard. Sure, it was broken- likely why it was discarded in the first place- but the circuits likely had a somewhat nice amount of gold. And yet they had wealth enough to just discard it. He sighed. All the better for micros, anyhow! And with that he continued scavenging.

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Further off in the junkyard, however, the ground shook here and there, rattling any loose metal lying about. Towering high enough into the air to make a regular person seem half-micro, the ceratosaurus loomed., head swinging from side to side as he peered about for any parts he might want to carry off.
He sniffed the air and wandered between the heaps, the scent of rat wafting about. It might not be worth a chase, but maybe he could grab it in passing if it didn’t notice him in time, and either way that path was as good as any other. He turned and stepped up to a pile. And sure enough, a faint squeak emerged from within it.
Crouching down, he peered at the heap. No sign of anything. He sniffed, honing in on the scent. Bringing his arm up, he shoved it into the twisted metal, his scales more than capable of shielding him from anything that might scratch him. As the heap groaned lightly the rat within squeaked and scrambled, but the saurian’s claws closed around it, pulling it back out. A quick crunch and gulp and it was gone. But another rat scrambled inside, pushing itself through the pile of debris, and Grim listened for its movements absentmindedly. It wasn’t likely that it’d come into the open with him there and it was going nowhere fast amongst the scrap.
He grabbed a particularly promising steel rod and dropped it into his pack before standing up and following the rat. He sniffed again, once more honing in on it, but something else wafted through the air. He sniffed again, mildly curious, and paced around the pile.

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Roy breathed slowly and deeply, trying to avoid any unnecessary sounds. Whatever was out there pushing through the pile might be dangerous. Scratch that; after that crunch it clearly ate the mouse he’d heard. Which meant it ate things about his size. Hopefully it was a regular macro rather than something feral that would have no scruples downing a micro. But that was unlikely- macros rarely ate live food and certainly nothing like a rat found in a scrapyard.
Something moved off to his left, circling around the pile and just in time he sent colors spilling over his scales, blending into the background. But as it came closer into view he had to fight the nervous purple threatening to tinge his camo. This was big. The ground shook underneath him as the whatever-it-was rounded into view, peering into the pile of junk.
Roy gulped. Thankfully it was a macro. But more than that, he towered over any macro Roy had ever seen. Some sort of dinosaur, tall and barrel-chested, he sniffed about and for a moment Roy worried that he really had tinged himself with purple. He stepped forwards, shaking the ground once again. Bright red eyes scanned the pile of debris and nostrils flared.
Hoping not to make any noise, Roy slowly climbed down onto the hood of a car half-buried in the junk and began to walk over it. But the macro took another step forwards and bent down low over the hood, sniffing. Roy instinctively backed away from the black shirt hanging almost just overhead, eying the fossil insignia plastered on the chest. Unfortunately, however, this brought him closer to the dinosaur’s face. It angled down towards him. And now it was nearly right upon him. The jig was up.

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How odd. Whatever it was, the scent seemed to be moving over the rusted hood, but nothing was there. Grim tilted his head, leaning forwards to inspect the hood more closely. No, the surface of the car was bare of anything that might smell that way.
And then it wasn’t.
Grim blinked, curious, as a small lizard materialized on the hood. Was he beamed down? Dressed in shirt, pants, and a leather vest, he didn’t look the type to have that sort of technology. And that didn’t explain the smell, either. But then it came to him. Of course, he was a chameleon; where Rekkie’s genetic code had come from. He was able to phase out of sight just like her. And apparently this one had mastered it as thoroughly as she had. He gave a toothy grin as the little reptile crouched low, as if prepared to dash away at any moment.
“Well, hello there.”
The chameleon huffed, holding his stance and lashing his striped tail out behind him. Glaring up at Grim, he seemed oddly angry. “I’m warning you. I don’t go down without a fight!”
Grim raised an eyebrow, snorting in casual amusement. “Down? Oh, you think I’m going to eat you?”
The chameleon’s arms relaxed awkwardly like noodles. “You’re not?”
Grim chuckled and shifted his stance, lowering himself into a sitting position in front of the compact car. “Now I never said that.”
The chameleon seemed to jolt in place, nimbly zipping back a step and raising his thin arms in a fighting stance. “Careful! I’m warning you, I’ve fended off macros before! You mess with the rainbow and you get the painbow!”
Grim bellowed a laugh, the sound bouncing off the scrap heaps and causing the chameleon to flinch in place. Slapping his knee, he leaned forwards and bared his fangs in a fearsome grin. “Try it, bite-size, I dare you.”
The chameleon slunk back another step, eyes pinned to the sight of the huge fangs. A shade of purple crept out from underneath the apparently cotton shirt he wore. Was it some sort of a reaction to something? Grim didn’t know, but the micro smelled more strongly of fear- as he should.
“U-um, maybe another time then?” the chameleon asked, chuckling nervously. His tail flicked lightly between his ankles. Grim merely snorted, blowing a gust of air out over the tiny reptile.
“Come on, painbow, give me your best shot.”

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Roy gulped nervously, eyes darting about for a possible escape. Time slowed as his thoughts raced, the sounds around him fading off. He glanced at the pile of scrap out of the corner of his eye. Maybe if he ran back into it? No, that would leave him slow. And the macro looked tough enough to push through the metal and grab him. That’d explain how he caught the rat earlier. His eyes swept up towards the top of the heap. But over the scrap pile wouldn’t work either. He doubted he could climb fast enough. And the macro was taller than the pile- he’d just pluck Roy off and down him in seconds.
No. Roy realized his only chance was to hide. Yes! That was it! The macro wouldn’t expect him to actually fight him! He’d be totally unprepared. Roy just had to charge him. And then he could escape under the saurian, turn invisible, and dash back under him again to hide in the scrap. Then the macro’d think he ran off.
Time seemed to start again as Roy took a deep breath, the sounds flooding back in. The macro’s tail swung behind him as he waited. Roy awkwardly puffed out his thin chest, trying to look fierce, though he didn’t much feel it. Taking a deep breath, he projected his voice as confidently as he could. “A-alright! But just remember when you’re laying in the hospital having to explain to a nurse how you wound up so bruised: you asked for it!”
Roy zipped forwards, gunning it for the dinosaur. Yeah, he’d jump off the car, land beside the saurian, and immediately camouflage into the ground. It was perfect. Then that fearful shade of violet splashed over his scales like a bucket of ice water as the saurian bent low and opened those huge jaws right in front of him. Lined with fangs sharp and strong, the dark throat widened in anticipation. Shouting in fright, he skidded. And with a stomach-wrenching sense of vertigo, his feet met with the lips, sending him tumbling right between the two sets of ivory fangs, through a strand of saliva stretching between tongue and palate, and onto the wet and bumpy surface beyond.
“Wh-what? No!” Roy yelped, voice cracking as he scrambled to his feet. But the lower jaw rose up, sending him off balance to fall back against the squishy muscle below. And before he could act again the teeth clicked neatly shut, tongue pressing him into the roof of the saurian’s mouth.

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Grim rose back up, his catch caught neatly in his mouth. He hadn’t expected such bravery from one so small. Or maybe it was stupidity, but the chameleon did seem properly afraid now, so Grim decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Leaning back into the pile behind him, he swished his little captive around and listened to the squeaky voice shouting in protest. “W-wait, no! Y-you asked for it, though! You shouldn’t e-eat me for doing what you asked!”
Grim felt the reptile squirm about lightly against his tongue, getting into a crouch and pressing his small hands into the larger reptilian’s palate. But the lizard’s attempts to open his jaws fell short, of course. Grim curled his tongue back on the lizard, forcing him back towards the throat. The chameleon yelped and struggled.
“Whoa! Dude! This isn’t a fair fight; don’t eat me!”
Grim tilted his head, shoving the chameleon into a cheek to suck on like a jawbreaker. “It was never gonna be a fair fight, painbow,” he said. “Shoulda picked a fight with someone your own size.” The micro just squirmed, the small form bulging Grims cheek out just a bit.
“Th-then I guess I’ve just gotta keep fighting!” the chameleon stuttered in response. “You feeling the painbow yet?!”
Grim paused, waiting for said fighting to continue. Then he snorted and sucked hard as he realized the squirms were actually tiny punches and kicks. The chameleon yipped, momentarily plastered against Grim’s teeth. “No,” Grim said, “but I’m about to gulp a snack.”
“Erg! Th-that better not be me! I’m gonna make you choke, ya hear?!”
Grim felt the chameleon fighting the wall of flesh pressing him into the wall of teeth, trembling lightly. He seemed a little stronger than Grim’d imagined, though that was still a drop of strength compared to an ocean. He was just too small. But oh, was it cute. Opening his jaws, he heard the chameleon yelp once again as he slipped past the teeth and back onto the tongue. Rather than respond, Grim merely gave a casual gulp, sending the chameleon into his throat.

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Drenched in drool, Roy coughed, feeling the tongue surge underneath. He shouted in fright as the strong muscle undulated underneath him, the crest pressed against the palate. With the back of the tongue dropped down, Roy found himself sliding precariously towards the waiting abyss and the churning, acid-filled cavern surely bubbling far below in the saurian’s great gut. Lashing his hand out for a tooth to grab onto, he fell barely an inch short, brushing against the gumline instead. And without a handhold, the sound of a wet swallow sounded in his ears. The tongue shoved its owner’s meal into the yawning pharynx that clenched down over him the moment it felt his presence.
“Frig! That’s it, I warned you!” he yelped, voice cracking as he spoke. Taking a deep breath, he pushed out against the walls, wishing he weren’t quite so scrawny as he’d always been. But the saurian didn’t choke, as he’d hoped he might. Somehow, though, the throat walls held him tight in place, the back of the tongue resting contentedly just overhead. He reached up, hand grasping against tastebuds and fingers just barely able to reach out of what he might consider the throat.
“Let me go!” Roy shouted, wriggling about. The saurian did not deign to respond, simply rumbling leisurely at the sensation in his throat. A small stream of saliva dribbled down from above and Roy had to maneuver his head to avoid it dripping down his face. “A-alright, you can let me up now! I-I know it’s a trick; you’re not really swallowing me!”
The throat shook lightly, the pressure mounting around the little lizard and leaving the flesh and muscle to grip him tightly. With one hand wedged under his chin and the other held above his head, squirming felt unusually awkward. But he kept it up as best he could (not much) until the great saurian really did begin to choke. Forced up, Roy burst onto the back of the tongue, clinging to it for dear life as a deafening laugh rang out around him. Panting heavily, he began to relax, glad to finally be out of the throat and surely about to be spit out any second.
The saurian cleared his throat, buffeting Roy again, and swallowed. This time, though, he didn’t stop the chameleon’s descent, leaving him to yelp and scramble uselessly at the walls as he slipped down the fleshy tube.
“Ah, sorry, painbow, but you got that all wrong,” the saurian called out in his deep voice. Passing through the barrel chest, Roy felt himself slip through the ring of muscle guarding the entrance to the stomach before plopping down into the gut below. A momentary sense of vertigo gripped him as he took a final breath, sure there’d be little to no air amidst the powerful acids below.
But rather than splash into the burning liquids, he fell straight to the bottom of the empty gut, bouncing lightly. Breathing the distinctly not-burning air (not that it was fresh, exactly), Roy scrambled at the wall, trying to get back at the valve that had dumped him in there to begin with. But although the walls remained acid free, the dinosaur’s saliva slickened them well and he found his efforts in vain. The saurian patted his gut. “Hey, you asked for it, now settle down.”
Roy growled, jostled lightly at the pats. “I-I did not!” he whined. “You did! I said maybe later! History might be written by the victors, but I’m not done just yet!”
“Oh? And how’re you gonna get outta there, then, hmm?” the saurian asked.
Roy paused. “I… I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it! You can’t keep me in here forever, dino-dude!” he growled.
“Unless I digest,” the dinosaur replied, his voice dripping with the grin plastered over his face. Roy squeaked, ducking down in fright only for the stomach to quake with laughter. “Relax, relax, I’m only joking. If I were gonna digest you you’d be have dissolved by now. I don’t eat people for no reason.”
Roy felt his legs give out in relief. Letting out a breath, he relaxed. “You… You’re not?” The saurian shifted lightly, sending Roy off balance onto his side with an oomph.
“Nah, I don’t do that. I might have a drink or two with you in there, though.”
Roy growled lightly. “Don’t you dare!” he huffed.
The dinosaur snorted in amusement. “Oh? Whatcha gonna do, painbow?”
Roy glared. Taking a step back, he drew back his fist before ramming it into the soft flesh of the stomach walls. The stomach gurgled, nonplussed.
“You know you’re not doing anything, right?”
“Yes I am!” Roy replied fiercely. “You might be tough on the outside and, well, a couple thousands times my size, but your stomach is soft and fleshy and a lot smaller than you! Plus, what’re you gonna do, eat me?” He grinned darkly for such a small being.
The dinosaur rumbled angrily. “Hey, now, don’t make me spit you out and pound you.”
Roy gulped, remembering there were other fates than mere digestion. “B-but you can’t do that! At our sizes I’d be ground into paste!”
“I don’t know, it sounds like you’re itching for a fight, maybe I should.”
Roy curled his tail around himself, whining angrily. “Frig. Pulp if I do, snack if I don’t; what kind of a choice is that.”
“I already said you’re not gonna die, bud.”
“True, but I don’t much feel like being pounded on by a building-sized goliath. W-wait, no, I mean I could take you on, sure, but I’m just…” The chameleon paused, searching for an excuse. “I’m just exhausted right now! It’s hot in here, and the heat sapped my strength. Yeah, that’s it!”
Roy flopped back, laying over a stomach fold and pretending to be out of strength. The dinosaur snorted. “Oh, we can’t have that, now can we?” Roy blinked, wondering how he intended to cool his stomach when the walls tensed around him. In an almighty belch, the valve to the throat opened up, releasing a good deal of the air from the gut. Roy merely yelped, afraid he was about to be left with hardly a breath to breathe but the fleshy stomach gripped him tight, rippling and shoving him back into the fleshy tunnel.
Writhing about instinctively despite the knowledge he was actually leaving the gut, Roy squeaked as he shot up. Travelling into the throat, Roy yelped as the saurian began to cough, jerking the small prey item about until he splatted against the tongue, trembling lightly from the ordeal. But rather than allow him a moment to recuperate, the dinosaur swished him about before spitting him into a claw, soaking wet with saliva.
Sputtering lightly, Roy turned indignantly to face the dinosaur. But the claws curled around him, clenching him tightly in the saurian’s fist. Roy paled (rather literally, considering his species). Somehow, from inside the gut, the dinosaur had shrunk in his mind. But now that he once again saw the dinosaur from the outside, the nervousness from before once more gnawed at his mind. Not only was the saurian big- bigger than most macros- he was also strong. Staring at the way those powerful muscles stretched the saurian-s shirt across his shoulders, Roy decided he wouldn’t be surprised to see the macro flip a car as easily as most might flip a table. He gave a small, nervous chuckle.
“Hey, fancy meeting you here, man.”

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Grim snorted in amusement, giving the small chameleon a squeeze and then gave another snort as the micro squeaked like a dog toy.
“Cute,” he replied, watching the micro squirm in his grip. Said micro glared back indignantly. “Now.” He paused for effect. “What to do with you?”
“You could dry me off,” the chameleon replied, trying and failing to look unintimidated.
Grim smirked, bringing the little thing forwards and wiping him over his shirt. The chameleon squeaked and squirmed against Grim’s chest, and when he finally let up on the micro he was surprised to find the scales tinged with pink, especially in the face. How amusing.
“Whatever,” the micro replied. “Can you let me go, now? If you’re not gonna eat me I’d rather not be toyed with.”
Grim tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm. Nah, don’t think I will. I always liked toys.”
The chameleon growled in response, markings becoming a little redder, apparently in anger. “I’m not a toy! Let me go before I teach you a lesson!”
Grim barked out a laugh. This micro was funny. Well if that was the sort of game the micro wanted to play, he’d indulge the little guy. Grinning fiercely, he shifted his stance and held the little reptile a little further down and closer to his chest so that he’d have to crane his neck back up to meet Grim’s gaze. “You know I wasn’t gonna crush you but the thought does have merits.”
The micro gulped visibly, but remained defiant. “Y-you can’t hurt me! You said you wouldn’t kill me and you can’t hurt me without killing me- I’m too small!”
“I said I didn’t eat people without reason,” Grim replied, “but either way, I think I can make an exception this time. So give me a counter offer.”
And just to prove to the micro he wasn’t safe even if Grim decided to let him go, he squeezed the breath from the micro in his grip, holding him like that until his resolution wavered and he broke his gaze away to stare at the saurian’s chest instead. Only then did Grim relax his grip, letting the small chameleon suck in his breath. Glaring back up, the chameleon struggled to free an arm. Grim, of course, didn’t let him. Huffing, finally he replied. “I suppose I could fix something for you if you’ve got anything broken. I’m good at that. Or if you don’t have anything broken I could make something better.”
Grim pursed his lips, thinking. “Hmm, I don’t think so. I dunno, I sorta like the idea of crushing you. I could always make what’s left of you into a toothpick.”
Smirking, Grim began to squeeze again, slowly this time. The chameleon glanced down at the arm, worry beginning to spring to mind again. “A-a toothpick?” he asked, tail beginning to tug feebly at Grim’s pinky in an attempt to free his other limbs. “You need one of those and I’m your man, man! I’m perfect for getting anything out from between your teeth, just let me!”
Grim shook his head. “But then again I could always just burn anything there to cinders, after all.” He let out a short bout of flame, smoke curling from between his lips. “So tell me, micro, what are you good at besides being tasty and squishy?”
The chameleon squeaked in fright. “I’m entertaining! Promise! I can even blend in perfectly, see?” True to his word, the chameleon vanished from sight for a few moments before reappearing. “A-and I can make art! I could draw you a portrait! That’s worth something, right? Frig, what do you want me for? Squishing doesn’t sound so fun, does it?”
Grim paused, leaving the chameleon with just enough wriggle room to breathe. “Hmm, I dunno, I sorta liked turning you all pink. Like when I dried you off.” The chameleon blinked and glanced down to Grim’s chest, cheeks flushing ever so slightly. Grim raised an eyebrow. Curious, he hooked a finger under his shirt and before the chameleon could reply, he began to wipe in over his face. The chameleon sputtered angrily, turning red, not pink.
“S-stop that! What’re you doing? If you want me pink, just say so!”
Grim felt his eyebrows fall into a glare as the chameleon turned bright pink all over. “That’s not what I want,” he replied. “I want to make you change color naturally.”
He huffed as the lizard reverted back to his usual colors, wondering what it was that had made the chameleon blush before. All he’d done was wipe him off. Maybe he could try startling him and seeing what color he turned. But, hearing Grim’s words, the chameleon glanced back down at his chest and for a moment he thought he saw the cheeks redden again. Then it clicked.
Grim grinned and brought the chameleon up just an inch from his chest, watching intently. Sure enough, the chameleon sputtered and flushed lightly, though in a moment the green flashed back into place. But it wasn’t the same shade of green and Grim chuckled, seeing through the act.
“So that’s what you like, huh, painbow?” Uncurling his fingers, he pressed the chameleon into his chest. The chameleon growled, hands pushing into the muscle.
“M-my name’s not painbow; it’s Roy!”
Grim pressed a thumb against the chameleon’s crest, guiding the little lizard’s head down to press gently into his chest. “Roy, huh?” he rumbled, feeling the vibrations run through his little captive. “Good to meet you, I’m Grim.” The chameleon- Roy, Grim reminded himself- squirmed cutely, pushing at the fabric stretching tight over Grim’s broad chest. Somehow, Grim found it distractingly pleasant. As did Roy, it seemed, judging by how the pink now splotched through his green disguise here and there before the lizard clamped down on it again. Roy let out a muffled response, voice cracking slightly and Grim let up the pressure on his head. Gasping for breath, the chameleon glared up.
“Stop that!” he ordered, not sounding too convincing in his conviction. Grim snorted and smirked, lightly flexing the strong slab of muscle under the chameleon and laughing at the expression suddenly adorning the micro’s face.
“Oh come now, you’re not fooling anyone.”
Roy paused and glanced away, breaking eye contact. “M-maybe. But that doesn’t mean you should rub my face in it!” Grim rolled his eyes and did just that, grinding his thumb into the back of the chameleon’s skull to shove his tiny face back into the muscle. He squeaked cutely and squirmed even moreso, eliciting a light thrum out of Grim. “That’s it!” the chameleon growled. “Stop it right now or I’ll pound you into the ground.
Grim laughed heartily, the lizard clinging frightenedly to the shaking chest. Composing himself, Grim gazed down at the small thing held against his chest. “Reeeaaally now. You do remember the thing you’re protesting is that you’re getting up close and personal with a muscle bigger than you are, right?”
Roy growled and with sudden swiftness dashed out from under the saurian’s hand. Frig, he’d relaxed too much.

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Dashing down his belly and over his lap, Roy lept for freedom between the saurian’s huge legs. The moment his feet hit the ground he shot forwards on all fours, elation filling him as he ran, squirrel-like, for freedom. He’d gotten eaten and still got away! How many other micros could say the same? Looking over his shoulder, he didn’t see the foot raising up.
“Later, loser! Maybe next time keep your-” he yelped in surprised as the saurian shifted in place and a heavy force slammed into his back, pressing him down into the ground. He practically felt himself deflate as a toe ground itself affectionately into his head.
“It’s not easy being green, is it, Roy?” Grim asked, chuckling. “Or pink, rather.”
Roy’s eyes widened as he realized he was blushing again. Frig. He did not like the idea of this guy knowing jt how to push his buttons. Wiping his scales back to their usual color, he growled and struggled to move under the oppressive weight of the foot.
“Let me go, Grim! It costs you nothing!”
The dinosaur tutted, crossing his arms. “Now now, you know it would cost me my chameleon. That’s something! Besides, is it really so bad with me?”
The heel raised up, leaving only Roy’s upper half trapped underfoot, but rather than let him go the foot ground into the micro in a gesture Roy found either affectionate or demeaning. Hard to tell which. He whined, a stone digging into his side as the foot pushed him around, and the saurian paused. Ok, maybe it was affection? He gave a small squeak as fingers closed over a shin and the foot rose off of him, quickly finding himself dangling through the air up towards the saurian’s grinning visage.
“I think I’ll keep you,” Grim said smugly. Roy blinked and growled, swinging a punch for the saurian’s nose despite being nowhere near close enough to hit it.
“Oi! Finder’s keepers doesn’t apply to micros, dino! Jeez, you sure do live up to your name, tyrant lizard.”
Grim’s smirk fell away to pursed lips and he gave the micro a small flick. “I’m not a T. Rex, gecko. I’m a ceratosaurus.”
Rubbing his shoulder from the blow, Roy grinned defiantly at the macro holding him upside down in the air. “Whatever you say, Rex.”
Grim snorted once more and couldn’t help but give a small grin. “That settles it. I am keeping you, micro.”