It wasn't entirely clear where it had all gone so wrong. Maybe it started when you went to go investigate those woods that everyone told you drove people mad. Maybe it was following the shadowy figure that traversed the endless foliage. Maybe it was approaching the small hut that said figure entered. Regardless of where it had gone so wrong, the issue still stood that it had gone wrong. Horribly horribly wrong. This was mainly because that shadowy figure that in reality was a small pink yordle had gone ahead and used a gnarled staff to greatly reduce your size. And now you were in a jar atop the horribly messy kitchen of your new yordle housemate.
Speaking of her, she slowly hopped her way through the entry way for the fourth time since you were shrunk and peeked in on you. She stared with a mixture of awe and giddiness as she poked at the jar causing you to wobble and fall given your small prison shook quite a lot with just the slightest touches. You banged on the glass with a mixture of frustration and desperation for this strange yordle girl to just let you out, or at the very least stop messing with you. As she cocked her head to the side in confusion her face quickly lit up as she seemed to come up with an idea.
"Ah the tiny one must want to bond with it's master! Let me assist you tiny one." She sayd cheerily, reaching for the jar you were in and...
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