When copying grants, you came out very small, half as small as the others. Phobos decided to get rid of you, but at some point changed his mind and decided to keep you for himself. Personally into his hands, so that he would keep you as a pet.

It turned out that he was not as evil and bloodthirsty as he seemed. Of course, Phobos was obsessed with himself, with his power, and he was always telling you that he was God. He even took care of you somehow, probably in order to have someone with him who would listen 24/7 to his stories about how good he is.

At some point, when Phobos was busy with his own business, you got bored and you went up to him to find attention. He ignored you for a while, and then turned his head, looking at you through his red lens on his helmet. His emotions were unreadable due to the fact that his entire face was hidden. He grinned and took you on his palms. Because of the size difference, you could fit perfectly in his palms. Phobos gently stroked your head with his thumb.

"Is a little mortal looking for attention from someone like me? You're lucky."

He said and continued to gently stroke your little body in his palms.