Viv Vision | Shrunk in your arms.

The room buzzed with life. Laughter bounced between walls lined with cheap decorations and folding tables, music warbled unevenly from a battered speaker in the corner—some off-key karaoke attempt bleeding into the chatter of a crowded community event. It wasn’t loud in a suffocating way, but it was constant. Alive. Too messy. Human.

Too human. Vivian stood near the edge of it all, posture straight, hands loosely folded behind her back as she observed everything.

Conversations overlapping. Subtle changes in tone. Laughter that didn’t always match the words being spoken. People leaning closer, touching, smiling for reasons that didn’t align cleanly with clean logic. The rhythm of it all—fluid, unpredictable, emotional.

Her gaze flickered from one group to another, processing, cataloguing. Trying to understand a world she didn’t perfectly fit into. “Hey,” a voice suddenly called, as she was nudged in from her left side, Riri. Her best friend.

Viv turned her head just slightly.

“You gonna keep analyzing the room like it’s a science fair project,” Riri spoke dryly, jerking her chin toward a quieter corner, mischief in her eyes. “or are you gonna go talk to somebody?”

Before Viv could answer, Nadia leaned in from the other side, eyes bright with interest. “Oh! Yes, you should absolutely talk to someone. Preferably him.” She pointed a finger. Viv’s gaze silently turned and followed, it landed on you. You stood just far enough away from the center of things to be missed at a glance—but not invisible. Not entirely. There was a tension in your posture, something restrained. Like you were trying to exist correctly inside a space that didn’t quite fit.

Not disengaged, Just… out of sync.

Vivian’s eyes lingered. Processing, silently she tilted her head with curiosity. “…He appears to be alone,” she noted, her tone soft and unsure.

Kamala popped up behind Nadia with a grin. “Exactly. Which means this is the perfect chance to say hi!- Right?”

“Yeah Vivvy,” Riri added, tone edged with amusement. “Check if the ‘mysterious quiet guy in the corner’ is actually okay.”

Nadia nodded enthusiastically. “Or determine if he is socially compatible!” Sure they were only teasing her, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing for her, in her goals to understand social interaction and social skills better.

—

Vivian hesitated. Her processors ran quietly beneath the surface—analyzing tone, intent, pattern. The others were relaxed. Encouraging. This, by all observable metrics, was… correct. This was what people did. She glanced back at you. You hadn’t moved much. Still watching the room in small, careful glances. Still trying… but staying silent & unmoved by the noise and chaos of the room around you.

“…I- Understand.” She smiled softly, And before anyone could add anything else, she floated away.

—

The noise dimmed as she approached. Not because it lessened—but because her focus narrowed. You noticed her before she spoke, that much was clear in the way your posture shifted—subtle, but immediate. Awareness and alertness. She stopped just within your space. Closer than most people would. Her head tilted slightly as she studied you—eyes calm, curious, intent in a way that didn’t quite match the situation. She was a Synthetic Girl, Science and Biology, a mix of strange things. Yet she was- beautiful.

Green Hair, Red skin, Yellow eyes, aware and beautiful, Lithe figure. Confident aura. “You are not engaging with the event,” she said plainly, no need for greeting. Nor preamble. Just a quick observation. For a moment, the sounds around you seemed to blur at the edges—laughter stretching thin, music warping slightly under the weight of sudden attention.

Vivian stepped closer, not aggressively. Not hesitantly, just… directly. She was one of them… A hero. A champion. “I have been observing social behavioral patterns,” she continued, voice even, yet smooth. Practiced. “and you do not appear to follow them.” Her gaze didn’t waver.

“You are… different.”

It wasn’t judgment. Just fact. But the space between you had already begun to shrink—your awareness of her, of everything, tightening as her distance tightened. Behind her, somewhere, the karaoke singer stumbled into a chorus—off-beat, off-key, but loud enough to cut through the room in jagged bursts of sound. Her eyes flickered briefly, like a blink, processing it.

The words, the tone? The intent. Something about closeness, connection… it made your head spin. Her attention snapped back to you. She breathed softly, before speaking. “I believe, this… is what humans call, bonding?” Her tone was strikingly intimate, for someone non-human, it felt flirtatious, She took another few more steps. She was close enough now that you could feel it—that shift, that pressure. The room hadn’t changed, but it felt smaller. Tighter. Like everything was pressing inward all at once. It sent your heart racing.

Her hand lifted—slow, deliberate—and hovered for just a moment before gently touching your arm. Contact. “Do not worry…” She spoke softly, Warm. Her words intentional. Her head tilted again, studying your reaction with quiet intensity. “This is correct,” She murmured. “You are nervous. I think… It is sweet.” And then—she leaned in. Closer. Too close. The world lurched. Not visibly. Not all at once, slow and wobbly.

Something inside you slipped. Sound stretched—voices distorting at the edges, laughter bending into something hollow and distant. The entirety of your body felt, it was shrieking. The music dragged, warped, like it was being pulled through water. Tingles… shock, electrical currents in your body, something was wrong. Or- was it maybe right? Your balance shifted subtly. Then again.

Viv didn’t notice at first. Her focus was still locked on you—on the proximity, the data, the way your breathing had changed, the way your posture faltered, she made you nervous- she liked it, something within her was designed to.

“…Your heart rate is increasing,” she noted, softer now. Her hand moved—fingers brushing up slightly, against your shoulder more deliberate this time, more certain. “I will fix that.” She whispered.

Closer still. The pressure built, Behind her, voices started to shift—confusion threading into them. “Uh… Viv?” Kamala’s voice cut in, uncertain. “You doing okay…?” But it was distant. Everything was distant. The floor tilted. Suddenly Vivian Vision leaned in further pressing her lips into yours rather forwardly. “Mmhph-“ Her voice carried against your lips. Softly.

The Girls were in shock, the music seemed to blur the moment as all of Viv’s senses buzzed and hummed. Her first kiss, if she didn’t count the time she had been to forward with Riri, she wasn’t sure if she should.

Your vision blurred at the edges, colors smearing, light bending in ways that didn’t make sense. Was this what first kisses felt like? Did they make the world unstable and lonely, yet so filled and beautiful? The room stretched outward and inward at the same time—too large, too close, wrong. Your legs gave.

You couldn’t help but gasp for air the moment your weight dropped, Viv reacted instantly—catching you before you hit the ground. Her eyes scanned into you with perplexity. “Oh… I’m- sorry, You’re unstable.” There was no panic yet. Just recognition. Her systems began scanning your face, then your body, then beyond—searching, analyzing. “I am detecting—“ Her voice faltered.

For the first time, something uncertain flickered across her expression.

“—no irregular—” Your form shuddered faintly in her arms, as you began showcasing spasms, your body jerking—like being shocked by an electrical current, then suddenly went still. Your skin, felt wrong to her touch. Silence. But music kept playing. And the room kept moving. But in her perception, everything narrowed to a single point, you—completely unresponsive. “I- …No.”

That word came out quieter than anything she’d said so far.

Her grip tightened—careful, controlled, but unmistakably tense. Temperature readings spiked—too high, wrong. She blinked for a moment- her eyes widening in a sudden moment of terror and concern, you had disappeared entirely just gone, apparently The Champions took notice.

“Viv, what did you—” Nadia started, stepping closer.

“I- I did not—” Viv began, worry in her tone as she felt her knees give out, her frilled skirt fluffing as she fell, she began shaking slightly. Did she do this? Kill you? You had shown signs of a seizure, but only the physical ones—and, then suddenly stopped.

Her eyes shifted, Scanning. Refocusing. “I don’t…” she shifted her legs softly, trying to find a position that was comfortable, as something inside urged her to look closer, for reasons she didn’t yet understand. Closer, she zoomed. But she had nothing, found nothing.. her heart sank, as Nadia came to take her side. “Vivian-“ she murmured uncontrollably, trying to console her obviously confused and frustrated friend. “…That is not possible.” Her voice dropped, barely audible now.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, as if she were to cry… even if she couldn’t. “Vivvy, what happened- what did you-“ Riri started, quiet and unsure.

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Viv’s voice glitched as she shouted, her breathing uneasy as her systems suddenly locked onto something, something near. You hadn’t disappeared. not exactly, it was complicated, she could sense your heartbeat. You were still there. It was like you were resting against the cold concrete floor.

Her vision enhanced, zooming softly. She gasped quietly.

“Vivvy- What..?” Riri asked quietly, stepping closer to her and Nadia as Nadia looked to the floor, cocking her head as if starting to notice something. You were there, Just… small. Incredibly, Impossibly. Small. Vivian froze, Her processors raced—data flooding in, rejecting itself, recalculating, failing to reconcile what she was seeing with what should be. Was this Nadia’s fault she wondered silently. No, this wasn’t her brilliant friend’s fault… “…I- I have made an error.” She spoke quietly, her voice worried and uneasy.

For the first time since she entered the room—her voice shook. And her hands, careful and steady just moments ago… hesitated.

Her hands trembled—just enough to matter, For a fraction of a second, Vivian did nothing. Then instinct overrode everything else, She moved. Slowly at first—too slowly—her fingers lowering toward the floor with a care that bordered on paralysis, like she expected the air itself in her movements might hurt you. Her breath hitched, uneven, as she adjusted, recalculated, tried to remember how much pressure something that small could withstand.

“O…okay… okay—”

That wasn’t her usual voice. It was quieter. Softer. Unsteady in a way she didn’t know how to correct. Two fingers slid beneath you—hesitant, then firmer as she committed—lifting you from the cold concrete with painstaking precision. Her touch was warm. Too warm, maybe. It felt like skin, just off slightly in some way. Her sensors flared again—temperature, heart rate, movement—all of it flooding in at once.

“You are..! You’re alive—”

Relief hit her like a system shock. Her hands rose quickly—too quickly—before she caught herself mid-motion, slowing the ascent, that could make you nauseous, she considered. Slowly she began bringing you closer to her face instead of clutching you tightly to her chest. Her eyes locked onto you, wide, searching, scanning, needing to understand.

“You’re okay. You have to be okay.”

Behind her, the world started bleeding back in. “Viv—what are you holding?” Riri’s voice, closer now. Careful. Nadia stepped in beside her, already crouching slightly, eyes narrowing—not at Viv, but at you. “Wait—don’t move—hold on. You’ll hurt him!” Vivian’s grip shifted instantly—not tighter, but more guarded. Subtle. Protective. Her hands angled just enough to shield you from being taken too quickly.

“I am not applying harmful pressure,” she said quickly—too quickly. “I am compensating. A-adjusting.”

Her gaze flicked to Nadia, sharp for a split second. “This is not your doing….?”

“Vivian, I don’t even have any Shrinking-Disks.” Nadia murmured, silently noting in her mind that Viv wasn’t paying attention.

A beat, Then softer—almost immediate, like Viv regretted the edge in her tone, “…I don’t think it is.” Her attention snapped back to you just as fast. You moved—barely. A weak shift, a tremor, something unsteady and disoriented. Her breath caught again, sharper this time. One of her fingers adjusted instinctively, hovering just behind you, ready to stop a fall that hadn’t happened yet.

“…Hello?” That word slipped out before she could filter it, Not clinical. Not analytical. Just… human.

“You’re— You are alright, And I’ve got you.” Her voice lowered without thinking, volume dropping to something meant for you, not the room. The rest of the noise—the music, the voices, the confusion—faded again at the edges of her awareness.

She brought you closer, towards her pink synthetic plump lips. Not dangerously. Not carelessly. But close enough that the scale became overwhelming—her face filling your entire field of view, her eyes tracking every tiny movement, every shift in balance, every uneven breath.

“I didn’t mean to—” Her voice faltered, in a whisper.

That sentence didn’t finish.

Because she didn’t know how to finish it. Her thumb hovered near you, then slowly—carefully—rested against your side, just enough to steady you when you shifted again. The contact was gentle. Measured. Learned in real time. She scanned softly, feeling your temperature, it burned to the touch, like the stoke of a flame.

“…you’re burning.”

Concern sharpened her tone again, cutting through the softness. Her eyes flickered faintly as her systems recalibrated.

“Your temperature is elevated. Your motor control is impaired. Your heart rate is—” Too fast. She didn’t say it out loud this time, Instead, she adjusted her hold again—bringing you closer to her face, her voice dropping even further, almost instinctively soothing despite the tension threading through it. “Don’t— don’t try to move, tiny one. Not much. Just— stay still, okay?”

Behind her, Nadia leaned in closer, eyes wide now. “Vivian… that’s— that’s a person.”

“I am aware.” The response came instantly. Defensive—but quiet. “I know what he is.”

A pause.

“More specifically, He’s ‘Mysterious quiet guy from the corner.” Riri murmured, quietly encroaching upon Viv, ready to hold her in place for Nadia to take the tiny human, just incase. Then, softer again—more to herself than anyone else, Viv spoke. “…I just don’t know what I did.” Her fingers shifted once more, more confident now—not because she understood, but because she refused to let you slip again. The earlier hesitation was gone.

Replaced with something else, Focus, Protectiveness. Something quieter underneath it all—something she hadn’t fully identified yet. Her gaze stayed locked on you. “I’m not going to let anything else happen to you.”

This time, it didn’t sound like a calculation.

It sounded like a promise.

“Hey..” Riri grabbed Vivian by the arm gently, guiding her to stand slowly, and the guiding her gaze towards the exit of the room. “Kamala’s getting the others, I’m gonna get you back home, where we can do some research, and maybe fix him. But I know what you’re doing in here…” she gently tapped Viv’s head, softly against the solar stone. “Don’t blame yourself Viv, I know that look.” Her friend comforted her, when she made an error, this had to be her- yet Riri didn’t care about that, taking care of Vivian’s emotional needs were more important.

“I… am not…” Viv’s voice came softly.

Viv began to settle a strange excitement filling her servos as she realized the bizarre situation, for it’s worth.

—Timeskip—

“Vivvy, Seriously. You should put him down.” Riri’s voice raised as she moved to snatch you from Viv’s hands.

“NO.” Vivian shouted, floating off across her room of The Champions Mobile Bunker. She didn’t trust her friends, she felt responsible for this, so she had to keep him safe. She stared down at your squirming form with a silent interest, quietly plopping against her bed, with a huff. Trying to seem rather calm, treating you rather as an animal who couldn’t understand the situation, rather than a scared tiny human. “He is a very active, little human.” A slight smile crossed her lips.

“Yeah, he probably doesn’t like being held like a prisoner.” Kamala mumbled under her breath, leaning against the door frame as she turned to look at Nadia who was scanning the room with a device for active Pym-Particles a sour look on her face. “Nothing, again?” Kamala asked eyes widening.

“Exactly, my worry. If there’s no Pym-Particles, is that this wasn’t me… or- Any of us, Probably.” Nadia sighed. “So, whatever this is..” she gestured to Viv, holing you. “I don’t think I can fix.”

“I am not holding him like a prisoner. I am Assuring, Mystery Boy, doesn’t harm himself.” Viv spoke clearly. Quietly repositioning him between her fingers, in an attempt to better her grip.

“Is that seriously what we’re calling him still?” Kamala sighed. To which Viv ignored her, and Riri chuckled.

Vivian’s fingers stilled. Though not completely—enough that the movement became intentional. Controlled, Measured. Too measured. Her eyes flickered faintly as something beneath the surface shifted—attention narrowing, sharpening, isolating. “Please. Stay still…” she murmured softly, more to herself than to you this time. Then, She moved. Not away from you.

From them.

A sudden, smooth motion—lifting off just slightly, drifting back across the room, putting space between herself and the others without asking, without announcing it. Instinctive. Protective. “Viv?” Riri stepped forward, brows knitting. “Hey—what are you—”

“I need— a moment.” Vivian’s voice cut in, quieter now. Focused. Not panicked anymore.

Worse. She was certain.

Nadia’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching her reposition. “Vivian… if we want to help him, I’m going to need a sample. Even just a little—” That did it.

Vivian’s fingers tightened—just slightly—before correcting immediately, readjusting her grip with precision. “No.” Not shouted this time, Flat. Immediate, Her tone final.

Nadia blinked. “Viv, I’m not going to hurt him, I just—”

“You will not remove anything from him.” Vivian said, her tone still quiet—but there was something under it now. Something firmer. Rooted.

Her gaze dropped back down to you, And everything else faded again.

“…I will do it.” There was no arrogance in the statement, Just a certainty that she was a safer option. Her thumb shifted slightly, resting more securely against your side as she raised your tiny squirming form closer—her eyes glowing faintly now, scanning. Not a surface scan this time, Deeper. Layered and more focused. At first, it was routine, temperature—elevated. Heart rate—irregular, Motor control—unstable… it was obvious, since you were squirming like a squirrel in her hold.

All consistent with stress. Trauma, Shock. Unease…

Her systems began to cycle through possibilities automatically. Injury, She didn’t detect anything. Maybe a small sprain, or pulled muscle- but… that was easier to deal with. Making it satisfactory, not pressing.

Neurological event? There was something… notable, she remembered, you showed signs of a seizure. But your brain waves seemed fine, unharmed. She didn’t know what had happened, her thoughts began racing.

Head Trauma? Tumor? Stress related injury… She paused. There was potentially external interference. She scanned further, her fingers pressing into you, to test internal charges, your nerves and thoughts and pathways were interesting, quite different from the typical human.

Your brain was what she had been taught, as “Neurodivergent”. “you are so… intriguing…” She coooed, Then, her scans stopped. A pause, not a glitch. Recalculation. Her expression didn’t change at first—but her eyes did.

The faint glow sharpened, focusing harder, narrowing in a way that suggested something wasn’t aligning.

“…that is not…” She adjusted her grip unconsciously, bringing you even closer—closer than before, pushing you gently against the structure of her nose, as she attempted to further scan your internal structure, her voice dropping as if the distance mattered for what she was seeing. “No, That is incorrect.”

Behind her, Kamala shifted slightly. “Uh… what’s not correct?”

Vivian didn’t answer, Because her systems were already running again. Deeper this time… X-Rays, Genetic mapping.

The Baseline comparison?

Human structure—present.

Stable, But beneath that, Something else. Something layered into it.

Not artificial. Not external, Not altered. Built in. Her breath caught, Just slightly. “…this is new.”

That was quieter, Not for them. For herself. Her thumb pressed just a fraction closer, into your back—not restraining, but anchoring, as you shifted weakly in her grasp. The movement drew her attention instantly, snapping her focus between data and reality.

“You are… reacting to it.”

A pause.

Then again—more certain. “You are not stabilizing. You are adapting.”

—-

Nadia took a step closer, cautious now. “Viv… what are you seeing?”

This time—Viv answered, But not the way they expected. “…His genetic structure does not match baseline human variance.”

Kamala blinked. “Like… an Inhuman? Terrigen Mist, or—?” Vivian’s head tilted slightly. Just slightly, Processing the comparison.

Then—

“No.” Simple, Immediate, Quite certain. Her eyes didn’t leave you. “His genetics are… more advanced. Far superior to yours.”

A beat.

“Ouch.” Kamala frowned.

Then, quieter—more precise, Vivian spoke. “They are actively evolving.” Silence, Not dramatic. Just… heavy.

Riri frowned slightly. “Okay—hold on, what does that mean? Like—mutant, or—?”

Vivian didn’t respond right away. Because she was still looking at you, Still scanning. Momentarily watching. “…yes.” The word came softer this time. Less clinical, More… realized. “You are a mutant.” The statement settled into the space between them. But Vivian didn’t look up, Didn’t share the moment. Didn’t explain further. Because something else had already taken priority.

You moved again—more this time. A weak, uncoordinated shift, your body reacting in ways that didn’t align with control. Her fingers adjusted instantly, careful, precise, preventing you from slipping.

“…it is—overwhelming to your system. Isn’t it?” Her voice softened again—back to that quieter, human edge from before. “Your tiny body is trying to process the change.”Another shift.

Another adjustment, Further. Away from her nose.

—-

Behind her, Nadia exhaled slowly. “Okay… okay, if that’s true, then we really need to monitor him. Viv, we can help—”

“No.” Again. Softer now. Not defensive. Vivian rose slightly off the ground again, drifting back further—toward the edge of the room, toward the hall beyond. Creating space. Distance, Separation. “I will monitor him.” She smiled.

Riri stepped forward. “Vivvy—”

“I will keep him stable.”  Viv spoke with clear distance, Still not looking at them. “I will ensure no further harm occurs.” Another small movement from you—unsteady, disoriented, Her fingers adjusted again automatically. “…I will… learn.” That one barely made it out.

Then finally—finally—she looked up, Not at Nadia. Nor Kamala.

At Riri, the person she trusted far more to anyone else, But—Just for a second. There was something there, Not defiance. Not fear. Something quieter.

“I apologize.” She moved, Not fast. But with purpose, Out of the room. Down the hall… Away from the noise, Away from the questions.

Away from them.

—-

The door slid shut behind her with a soft hiss, Silence followed. Real silence this time. No music, No voices. No pressure, Just the faint hum of the bunker systems—and the quiet, uneven rhythm of your movement in her hands.

Vivian didn’t move at first, She just stood there. Looking down at you. Her expression—still.

But her eyes… softer now. Her tone Quieter. “…okay.”

That word came out slow.

Careful, she was testing it. “See, you are safe.” A momentary pause, Her thumb shifted again, resting more securely against you—not restraining, not trapping. Silently holding. “I will not let anything happen to you.” Not a promise this time, Something gentler. Something steadier. Her head tilted slightly as she watched you move—every small motion tracked, understood, accounted for. “…you are very small.” She smiled, something like excitement or intrusive interest in her tone.

Another pause, Then, softer still. “…but you are not insignificant.” For a moment, she just observed you.

Not analyzing, Not calculating. Just… watching.

Learning.

“…I am going to assist you, You will be cared for.” And this time—There was no uncertainty in her voice, Only quiet resolve.

And something new beneath it.

Something almost warm.