This chapter is inspired by The Little Portal AU! Please go check out the original comic on Tumblr.

This is a separate thing from the main story or the roleplay.

M/n is still in the U.K. though.

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M/n massaged at the growing headache between his eyes as he stared at his computer. He loved everyone on the Smp, he really did. But sometimes they were too much to handle. The loud yelling and laughing were enough to give anyone a headache.

He sighed and pushed away from his desk, one side of his face hidden as he leaned his head into his hand. M/n glanced at his water bottle on his desktop and went to grab it, but accidentally knocked it onto the floor. 

"Son of a bitch", M/n muttered to himself, reaching down to grab it, his head thrumming. His hand clamped around the bottle.

"That's some strong language you've got there." 

M/n's body flinched up like he had been stabbed, releasing the bottle, only for his head to meet the very solid wood of his work desk. "Motherfucker, ow", he hissed, cradling the back of his head, face in his knees. His headache increased tenfold.

"Ah, sorry about that", said the disembodied voice. 

Glancing around, M/n's eyes searched. Where was that coming from? 

"Up here."

His eyes trailed up from his lap to his desktop. M/n did a double-take. Standing on his desk, was a miniature version of himself. Not his real-life self, but his Minecraft character self. All decked out in his armor and weapons. 

"Hello," The mini said, waving a hand. M/n raised an eyebrow and slowly sat up. "Hi?" M/n said, scootching closer to the mini. 

"Who are you?"

"How did you get here?"

Both M/n's stared at each other. Then, they both giggled slightly. "No, no", M/n said, waving his hand, "You go first."

"Ok, ok." The mini said, seemingly getting his courage up, "Like I said, who are you, exactly? You look like me. If I was human that is." 

M/n chuckled, his laughter rumbling through his chest. "Well, technically, we are the same person." The tiny gave him an odd look and M/n nodded, "I know it's confusing."

" But I'm just going to say it. You shouldn't exist. But you do. You're standing there, flesh and blood, in front of my face." The mini blanched like he had been struck in the face, but they didn't move. 

"In this world", M/n continued, "There is nothing like yours. Sure, we have animals like yours, but that's pretty much it. There are no hostile mobs. No witches, zombies, creepers, etc. Potions aren't a thing."

M/n glanced at his mini, who was staring at their hands. He sat back and waited patiently until the mini seemed to come back to reality.

The mini open their mouth for a second before gesturing to M/n's mic. "Sorry", mini M/n said, "But can you put me up there? You look uncomfortable slouching over, and I don't weigh much, so I don't think it'll damage..." the mini paused, looking at the mic, "whatever that thing is."

M/n's eyes softened. After everything he had just told his mini, they were just worried about his comfort.

He nodded, resting an open hand on the desk. His mini quickly skittered into his hand, sitting down. M/n was barely able to hide his smile. He had to admit, his tiny was adorable. Raising his arm level to the mic, the tiny climbed onto the mic. It moved slightly but stayed up. 

"What should I call you?" M/n asked, "It'd be kind of confusing if both of us were called M/n", and the mini tilted his head. "I am your miniature. So maybe something to do with that?" "Umm, what about Minu?" M/n said, "It's short for Minuscolo, which is 'tiny' in Italian.

Minu gave a thumbs up and a smile in response. 

Leaning back in his chair, M/n raised two fingers. "Okay", he said, "Second, how did you get here?" 

Minu tilted his head, "Well, I don't know actually. Tubbo was freaking out because he couldn't find Ranboo, and he asked me to help look for him. Then Tubbo went missing, and then I blacked out and ended up here."

M/n paused, thinking for a moment. "If-", he started, "If you appeared here, with me, your double, do you think that maybe your Tubbo and Ranboo ended up with mine?"

At that moment, M/n's phone rang with a Facetime call. Minu looked at the device with an expression that said 'wtf is that?'

M/n tapped the 'answer' button and put on speaker, only to be met with loud screaming. 

"M/N!" A shriek came through the speaker, which M/n identified as Tubbo's voice as the camera was knocked around. "Yes Toby?" M/n asked patiently, glancing at Minu, who had an excited look on their face. Tubbo spoke quickly and ineligible, but M/n was able to translate it without trouble. 

"Igotanetherportalthinginthemail,andit'ssomekindofactualportal.There'satinymeohmygodhe'ssoadorable.AminiRanbooandTommy,too.Ohmylordtheykeepappearing.THERE'SANOTHERONE!!"

M/n raised an eyebrow and shot Minu a look, who gave a thumbs up. "You got all that?" M/n asked, and Minu nodded, "So... you wanna say hi to him Toby?" M/n asked, flipping the camera on the phone and pointing it at Minu. 

Tubbo screamed from the other side of the phone. "HE'S SO SMALL! YOU HAVE TO BRING HOM OVER!"

"Now?"

"YES!"

"You up for it, Minu?" M/n asked, leaning his face against his palm. Minu clapped their hands and nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I want to see my boys!"

"Our boys", M/n corrected, humor in his tone. "Ah, yes. Of course", Minu nodded slowly, stroking an invisible beard like an old man. Both of them snickered, and Minu hopped onto M/n's arm, climbing up to his shoulder. 

"I feel like an Endermite", Minu muttered, causing M/n to bark out a laugh. 

"I think we're going to have a great time, little one."