A/N: Fun with Thaumcraft! Smith's busy experimenting, not really paying attention to what he's doing. Results? Well, you'll see. ...Or not?

Alsmiffy had been experimenting with Thaumcraft for the whole day. Every now and again, either Trott or Ross would check up on him, but he'd usually not pay attention to them. He was too engrossed in his research. He had been throwing countless things into his cauldron, trying to create...something. The alchemist took out his wand, standing over the cauldron. He closed his eyes for a second, praying that he'd make something good. He then waved the wand over the cauldron and there was an explosion. The explosion caused the other two to stop what they were doing.

"Shit..." Trott muttered, instantly running to the elevators to get up to the crazy mage's floor. On his way he grabbed Ross' arms and brought him up with him. When they got to the floor, everything was a mess. The chests had been torn apart, leaving the contents scattered across the room. A mist-like cloud was around the area with the cauldron and Smith's research table. "Smith?" The walrus-hybrid called, watching as the mist dispersed. There was...nothing. "S-Smith?!" He asked again, more worried than before.

"What? I'm right here, mate. Why are you so concerned?" The voice came from next to the table, but nothing was there. "Clear as day, I'm right here." Alsmiffy held his hand out, to make a point, and realised he WASN'T clear as day. He was invisible. "Oh shit!" He gasped. "What...what have I done?" He asked.

"You're...invisible, mate." Ross pointed out.

"I think that part's obvious." Trott muttered. He walked over to the table, reaching out with his hand. He felt something was there, and it was Smith. "You ARE still here...just invisible..." Trott whispered in awe. "How did you...do that?" He asked. Smith shrugged, before he realised they couldn't see him.

"Dunno, mate. I just threw a bunch of crap in there and prayed for something good." He replied. "I do hope it's...not permanent." He added, his voice wavering slightly with worry.

"Yeah...I think it'll fade after a while." Trott nodded. "It's almost like an invisibility potion, I guess. Well...for now, you're invisible." He replied. "Try not to get yourself into any trouble." The alchemist smirked, knowing that neither of them could see him. He was going to use this invisibility as long as it lasted to cause as much trouble as he could. He wouldn't hurt them, but he sure was going to have some fun.

Sometime later, Trott was sorting through chests when one to his left opened on it's own. Having forgotten Smith was invisible, he was understandably confused. Then, another behind him opened. He turned to face the noise, which in his opinion was quite obnoxious, and saw nothing. Trott stumbled back into a chest that had also been opened, before it slammed shut on top of him. Smith sat on top of the chest to prevent Trott from getting out, listening to his panicked breathing. He began to make scratching sounds on the chest. Trott jumped and made a little whimper each time he heard one. He couldn't even curl up – there wasn't enough room to reposition himself. He lay still in the chest, his heart racing as he hyperventilated a little. It was dark, and it felt like the walls were closing in on him. Even though he'd never realised it before; Trott seemed to be claustrophobic. Smith, unaware to this, thought he was just having a laugh. After a while, he eventually got up and opened the chest. When he saw his friend, he stopped. Trott was unconscious; he must have passed out from anxiety and claustrophobia. Smith gently lifted his friend out, realising that he may have gone a bit too far. He laid him down on his bed, before he left. This didn't mean he wouldn't have his 'fun' with Ross, though.

As always, Ross was on the wall building. It seemed like he had been building for centuries. He took a quick break on the wall, sitting down as he looked out of their home. Nothing much was happening outside. It would be what was inside that should have concerned him. Alsmiffy jumped up onto the wall beside him, making little noise as he landed. He smirked; a slight psychotic grin. But, nobody could see it anyway. Like his other friend, Ross had also forgotten the fact that Smith was invisible. Neither of them saw him much; they just thought he was researching. So this stroke of 'misfortune' was actually quite helpful. He gently ran his hand across Ross' back, causing him to whip round. His eyes were darting around; various flying or ranged mobs would try their hand, paw or claw at trying to attack him up here. Hopefully it wasn't one of those wraith things. They scared the crap out of him. When he saw nothing, the architect hastily got back to building. Smith had to contain himself. The look was priceless...almost. He just needed a little more. A reaction like Trott's. The only thing to do that would be...to put his life on the line. So, in Smith's wisdom, he decided to nudge Ross. The architect stumbled, and nervously turned around. Again, he saw nothing. He was beginning to curse to himself, but Smith couldn't quite tell what. He smirked and, using his thaumostatic harness, he hovered next to Ross on the outside of the compound. In a flash, the arsonist had taken the poor man's feet from under him, leaving him hanging off the side of the wall. If he dropped, he'd land inside the compound so he wouldn't be hurt by mobs. Smith sat on the wall next to Ross' hands, smirking and chuckling to himself. It seemed like Ross noticed this, nervously chuckling too.

"V-Very funny, Smith. Now...i-if you wouldn't mind..." He had to keep himself from looking down. Like Trott, it seemed like he had a little bit of altophobia. Something that might cause problems for future builds. It didn't seem to be as bad as how Trott had responded to being trapped, but the fear was clear in his eyes. Smith stood up, judging the distance to the ground.

"How much life do you have?" He murmured.

"...I'm full."

"...The fall won't kill you." The arsonist smirked. He saw the horrified look on Ross' face. The architect knew eventually what would happen, but he didn't want to face it. Alsmiffy folded his hands behind his head, watching the architect try and claw his way up but instead he was just slipping further off. "I'll send Trott out once he's recovered from his...claustrophobia." He added quietly, before he left the architect to his fate.

"W-Wait, Smith!"

The alchemist was already bored again. After having his fun with his two friends, he couldn't do much else. He had tried continuing his magic, but it would just repel from him. It seemed he wasn't only inflicted with invisibility. He sat lazily next to his research table; every now and again he'd try using something, but it would move away.

"Damn...I can't even fix myself..." He muttered. The invisibility had been fun, at first, but now it was just annoying. He couldn't even look at himself; he couldn't see his hands or legs or anything. It was scary, honestly. Knowing that you are there but you're not. He glanced over at the elevator when he saw a bloodied Ross under Trott's arms. Smith was expecting broken bones, or maybe just fractures, but not blood. He stood up, confused. Trott gently sat Ross down, glancing around.

"Where are you Smith?" He asked, still not being able to see his formerly green friend. Smith just sighed, walking over to the two. He knelt down in front of Ross, moving his head gently. A slight groan came from the man.

"How the fuck did you end up like this?" The alchemist muttered. Inside he cared about him, but he didn't want to seem 'soft'.

"Well, seems like you didn't account for mobs that would spawn INSIDE." Trott began. "He was in the perfect spot to be sniped and clawed and scratched and..." Smith had already stopped listening to the walrus-hybrid, caring more about Ross' wellbeing. He seemed mostly alright; probably just shaken up. He felt the architect's hand around his own, blinking even though the man couldn't see him.

"D-Don't worry about it, mate. Just a few scratches." He whispered. "Trott's just a little upset over his claustrophobia, is all. I'm fine." He winked slightly, a bruise forming over his eye. Smith made some ice, gently placing it on the bruise. Ross winced, but he was grateful. He knew Smith didn't mean any actual harm to them. He just went a little...overboard, at times. Their crazy alchemist – neither of them wanted him any other way...even if he annoyed the hell out of both of them most of the time.

A/N: There will be ones similar to this. E.g More magic mishaps. The cat one I will try out soon. Maybe next, I dunno. Let's just wait and see.