Grub Equius x Reader

"Who wants milk?" you call the little wiggler who lay bored on the counter. Instantly he perked up and stretched his indigo body. Carefully he crawled toward to newly laid bowl of milk. There were scratches on the counter where his little legs had been. Peeking over the bowl he licked at some milk them pulled the bowl and drank. A cracking noise caused him to jump back. It appeared he had damaged the bowl. Tears formed in his eyes. "It's OK, you said patting his head, weary of his horns. Equius let out a squeak and crawled towards you. He yawned and leaned against your arm. Picking him up you brought him into his room and lay him in the tiny bed you made. Little sleep noises escaped his mouth. "Adorable," you whispered.

Back in the kitchen you grabbed a bag of ice for the bruise now forming where he had laid his head. That was the only problem with the little guy, for someone who was a baby he was too strong. It was worth it though. You wondered if you could turn any of the other trolls back into babies. A smirk appeared on your lips as you placed the bag on your arm.