The Minis

"I think it's safe to say that this little guy isn't going anywhere," Henry concluded as he and the other ink-touched adults sat around the kitchen table and watched the mini projectionist, who was happily making shadow puppets in his light. "So we should figure out what to do next."

"I'm fine this little guy coming home with me and Mia," Norman replied, getting an excited trill from the mini projectionist. "He isn't dangerous and if you and can Linda can have a house full of toons, I'm sure we can handle having one. Besides, he reminds me of my little girls."

While the mini Projectionist wasn't a child, he had far too great of an understanding of what was going for that, he certainly acted childish. It would get fascinated by any new thing and seemed to enjoy jump-scaring the other toons by sneaking up behind them and letting out a loud screech from its speaker. It reminded Henry of when the Butcher Gang first came here, of a newly formed toon that while did have some memories of the studio, was mostly an innocent toon trying to adjust to its new reality.

"I've gone over the ritual as much as I can and there doesn't seem to be any adjustments I can make that wouldn't result in something worse than getting a mini toon," Henry said before looking over at the three still half toons. "So the result will probably be the same if I perform the ritual for you. I don't see it as a big issue and will happily help you guys become more human, but the choice is yours as you will be the ones the mini-toons are tied to."

"I'm… going to have to think about it…" Sammy said slowly, looking at the mini projectionist with a frown. "I'm not sure it's a good idea to have a mini prophet running around…"

"I'm willing to go through with the ritual," Tom replied quickly. He never liked being part toon and only tolerated it because he had to. He wasn't going to pass up the chance to become human again, even if that did mean a mini-Boris variant would be following him around.

"I would like to go through with it as well," Allison agreed, holding Tom's hand for comfort. The Liar had taken so much from her… her life, her body, and even her memories. She had gotten a lot of her memories back since being freed from the studio and had even been able to move on with her life for the most part, and now Henry was offering to give her one more thing that she had thought had been lost forever. It wasn't something she just let slip by, even if it came with a few complications.

"Alright, I'll get it set up," Henry nodded, giving the couple an assuring smile.

An hour later the circle was drawn and the family gathered to watch and support those that wished to return to a near-human form. Allison went first, stepping onto the circle as Henry began chanting. The ink that melted off of her reformed into a mini Allison, tiny sword and all. The biggest difference, other than the expected size difference and adjusted proportions, was that her eyes and headband we glowing gold, matching Henry's golden ink perfectly.

"Did you do something different to cause that?" the newly restored Allison asked, kneeling to get a better look at her smaller counterpart. The mini Allison smiled up at her larger counterpart, holding up her hands in a silent request to be held. Allison couldn't help but coo at the sight and indulged the tiny toon who snuggled into Allison's shoulder.

"I didn't," Henry said, studying the golden bits. "My guess is that it's because of my involvement in the ritual and it's likely the mini projectionist's eye is golden as well and we just didn't notice because his eye naturally shines so bright."

Allison stepped off the ritual circle and joined the others on the side, Alice immediately fawning over her new little sister. Tom went through the ritual next and once again there was a mini Tom with golden eyes as well. The next week or so was spent letting the mini-toons adjust to their new life.

The mini Allison, which ended up being called Ali, was a natural explorer. She loved finding all sorts of small nooks and crannies to look through and loved playing outside, which made her a big hit with the neighborhood kids. She got along great with Alice and Alice loved dressing up her little sister in all sorts of adorable outfits. She also got along well with Bendy surprisingly, as she loved helping him paint his sculptures.

The mini Tom, which ended up nicknamed Wolf, tended to follow Ali around a lot and pull her back before her exploring could potentially get her hurt. As he warmed up to the others though, it was discovered that he liked to wrestle with the others, particularly the Butcher Gang, and play more physical games. He was surprisingly strong for his tiny size and could actually hold his own pretty well. There was a slight rivalry between Wolf and Boris though, at least when it came to mealtimes. They both loved food and would often try and steal from each other's plates whenever the Connors stayed at the Stein household for dinner.

The mini Projectionist, which Norman named Jet, was very social and liked spending time with all the different toons either joining what they were doing or just happily watching them. He did tend to gravitate towards Boris and Sammy the most though. He liked tinkering with random objects with Boris and would use his speaker to imitate whatever melody Sammy was playing.

Speaking of Sammy, it took a while, but he eventually decided to go through with the ritual. The Mini Prophet that appeared, as a result, tended to wear his mask on the side of his head so you could see his golden eyes clearly. The mini Prophet, which ended up getting called Treble, was surprisingly shy. He tended to cling to Sammy or Bendy if there were more than three people in a room and was only fully at ease if music played. Treble did idolize Bendy, but more in a "he's my cool big brother" kind of way rather than a "he's my demon lord and savior" kind of way, much to everyone's relief.

While the mini toons had been an unexpected side effect, they were more welcomed in becoming a part of their family.