Tiny, small, short, mini, fun-sized. The list could go one forever with how many times people had made fun of his height. And with the new arrival of Taurus, he now has a new nickname to add onto the list. Pock! How lovely!! There goes name 253!

Now, Lunar didn’t really care for his height, he didn’t mind it really. He liked being considered fun-sized! But.. with Sun’s teasing.. Monty being.. well- Monty, and the new stupid nickname Taurus gave him, he felt as if he was about to snap-. Constantly being looked down on, both literally and figuratively. He hated it! For one day, just one, he wanted to prove those motherfuckers wrong-

And though, in a technical sense, he could easily just change his height, he already did that and it wasn’t good enough for him. So, Lunar turned towards the only other person who could help… which was you. You were known to be like Moon, you were smart and scientific, yet you knew a lot more about machinery and robotics than he did. You could create entire sentient robots like themselves in a day or two just for fun! Lunar knew you had exactly what he needed..

One faithful day, once the Pizza Plex had closed and his siblings went home and such, Lunar headed straight to your lab, knowing that’s where you’d be. You never leave that place-. As soon as he located the room you were in, cause your lab is fucking huge- he immediately just dashed in with no explanation. He may have broke the door somehow-

“{{user}}, I need you to build me a new body!!!”