forgot to post today’s episodes ahead of time so this from mobile. Will post images and such tonight when at a computer
“We’re here, Patrona.”
Alejandra’s voice drifted back through the warm car as she killed the engine. Charity barely had time to brace herself before Alejandra’s fingers curled around the plaid bag and hefted it up from the back seat like a grocery sack. She heard the faint metallic jingle of her collar tag as the bag swayed, twisting slightly with each step.
Alejandra slung her new designer purse, Charity’s old purse, over her shoulder with practiced ease, then started toward the building without a backward glance.
Inside the bag, Charity’s pulse hammered. She strained to hear, to make sense of the muffled sounds: the soft rush of traffic behind them, the distant bark of dogs, the squeak of a weathered door hinge.
Then Alejandra’s hand slid into the bag, warm and certain. Fingers closed around Charity’s waist like a gentle trap. She was lifted up, into the sun.
Bright afternoon light stabbed into her eyes, turning the world into a white blur. She squinted, blinking furiously until the shapes resolved: cracked concrete steps, a faded green sign with painted paw prints, a dented metal door propped open with an old brick. The sour tang of disinfectant drifted out on a stale breath of air.
A cartoon puppy smiled at her from a sun-faded sticker on the door. Above it, in cheerful hand-painted lettering: Clínica Veterinaria Pérez y Hijos.
Charity’s heart seized in her chest.
Alejandra’s arm shifted her closer, her voice soft and unbothered:
“Just need to get you checked, Patrona. Make sure my pequeña is healthy, hmm?”
Charity’s mouth worked, soundless for a heartbeat, then the words tumbled out, brittle and frantic:
“Okay, but, why here? Why a vet? The hospital’s across town. I have a doctor, Alejandra, my doctor. He’ll see us, I swear. It won’t cost you a cent, just…”
Alejandra paused at the threshold, adjusting her grip so Charity faced her directly. Her eyes glowed with a calm finality that squeezed every last scrap of air from Charity’s lungs.
“In Mexico, Patrona, Littles go to vets. They get special training for Littles. They know how to handle you properly. Here, this clinic handles Mexican Littles. The American ones ,” she flicked her eyes, dismissing them with a tiny shrug , “they go to your fancy hospital across town. But you are not American anymore, mi amor. You are mine. And here, they don’t ask questions.”
Charity’s throat clenched so tight she nearly gagged on her own breath. She fought for words that might pierce Alejandra’s gentle certainty. Anything to break through the calm wall of logic in that soft accent.
“Please, Alejandra. Please, I’m not an animal. I don’t belong in there. I’m not…” Her voice cracked. She could feel the stares now, people passing on the street, a pair of children gawking openly at the sight of a collared Little dangling helplessly in someone’s arms.
She tried again, weaker: “I’m not… I’m not…” But the words betrayed her. No human word fit anymore.
Alejandra leaned closer, so that her breath brushed Charity’s hairline. Her fingers flexed, warm and unyielding around her tiny ribs.
“Oh, Patrona. You are mine. And I will care for you properly.”
Then she stepped forward, through the propped door and into the stale chill of the clinic, and Charity’s plea, half-formed on her tongue, dissolved into the chemical air like smoke.
Alejandra coiled her fingers around Charity as she walked towards the old beat up counter. A computer several years old whirred as a mexican woman in her twenties sat behind the desk. While another older Mexican woman her thirties filed papers.
Alejandra didn’t bother lowering her voice, she wanted everyone in the little tiled lobby to hear.
“Buenas, necesito una cita con el Dr. Garza. Tengo una pequeñita nueva.”
The woman behind the counter, a neat-looking señora looked up from her clipboard. Her eyes flicked from Alejandra to the tiny figure clinging to her shoulder, the collar tag glinting beneath Charity’s trembling chin.
She offered a polite, practiced smile.
“Claro que sí, señorita. Un momento, por favor…”
She tapped something into an ancient computer, the soft click click of the keyboard making Charity’s heart pound louder than it should have.
A new one. That’s how she’d said it. Not Charity Stevens, not Patrona, not Ms. Stevens, just a new little.
She forced herself to whisper, hoping Alejandra might at least lower her voice:
“Alejandra… please… don’t, don’t call me that. Not here. Not to strangers…”
Alejandra didn’t bother to look at her. She just smirked faintly, as if Charity were a bird chirping at her shoulder.
The receptionist finished typing and looked back up, voice pleasant but efficient:
“El doctor la puede ver en unos minutos. ¿Es su primera revisión, señorita?”
Alejandra nodded once, casual and smug.
“Sí. Quiero que le hagan todo, vacunas, microchip, revisión completa. Quiero que esté perfecta.”
Charity flinched. Her mouth opened, she wanted to argue, to demand at least a shred of dignity. But the gentle weight of Alejandra’s fingers brushing her collar tag made her throat tighten shut again.
The receptionist scribbled something on a clipboard, then gestured politely toward a row of molded plastic chairs.
“Tome asiento, por favor. El Dr. Garza sale en seguida.”
Alejandra turned, walking toward the chairs without a hint of hesitation, her new pequeñita bouncing slightly with every step, the tag jingling louder in the sterile, air-conditioned lobby than it ever had before. And all Charity could do was hold on and swallow the burn rising in her chest.
Charity’s tiny voice cracked again, trembling against the cold metal tag tapping her throat:
“Please, Alejandra. I’m a Stevens. I can’t be seen by a vet. You don’t understand”
Alejandra didn’t even bother to sit yet. She paused by the row of plastic chairs, one hand lightly cupping Charity’s side where she perched on her shoulder, her fingers warm and firm, impossible to escape.
Her dark eyes found Charity’s tear-bright ones, and for a heartbeat her grin softened into something almost pitying. Almost.
“Awww, Patrona…” she cooed, voice dipping into that sweet, dangerous softness Charity hated most. “You were a Stevens.”
She leaned in a fraction closer, so only Charity could feel the warmth of her breath against her ear.
“Now you’re just mine. And my pequeña gets checked by a vet. Like every proper Little.”
She gave Charity’s hip a tiny squeeze, firm enough to remind her who owned every fragile inch of her. Then, louder, in her normal calm tone, for the waiting room to hear:
“Shhhh. Be good. Dr. Garza will take excellent care of you.”
With that, she sat down, one leg crossed over the other, humming lightly under her breath, as if her pet’s shame were nothing more than a pleasant distraction before lunch.
Alejandra sank into the molded plastic chair with a lazy sigh, adjusting her posture until she found the sweet spot: half-slouched, one leg crossed casually over the other, Charity perched like an accessory on her shoulder.
Charity’s tiny fists balled in the thin strap of Alejandra’s tank top for balance. She couldn’t help it, each time Alejandra shifted, she swayed like a dangling ornament.
Across the waiting room, a young mother flipped through a magazine while her Little, a sleepy male half Charity’s size, dozed in his carrier, a faint jingle of his tag echoing with each tiny snore.
Charity’s throat went tight at the sight. Was that what she looked like? Some sleepy thing to be poked, weighed, vaccinated, tagged?
She tried again, desperation edging into quiet hysteria:
“Alejandra… please. You can take me to a real doctor. I’ll sit still. I’ll be polite. Please, not a vet. Not in front of all these people…”
Alejandra didn’t look at her at first. She just flicked her gaze lazily to the bored receptionist, then back to her phone, thumb tapping at some video clip.
Finally, she tilted her head just enough that Charity’s nose brushed against the loose strands of her hair. Her voice was calm, warm, and terrifyingly final:
“Shhhh, Patrona. No more begging. People food, real doctor… that’s all finished, remember?”
She pinched the tiny tag hanging from Charity’s collar, making it jingle for emphasis, louder than it had any right to be in the hushed waiting room.
A man sitting across from them glanced up, smirked faintly at the sight, then buried his grin back behind his phone screen. Charity’s face burned so hot she thought she might burst into flame.
She clutched Alejandra’s strap tighter, her voice dropping to a pitiful whisper, barely more than a squeak:
“I… I don’t want to be chipped. Please… please just not that…”
Alejandra didn’t sigh, didn’t scold, she just smiled. Not cruelly, not kindly. Just certain.
“Every Little here is chipped, Patrona. It keeps you safe.”
She tucked her free hand under Charity’s tiny thighs, giving her an affectionate, possessive squeeze that made Charity’s words shrivel to nothing.
In the corner, a big wall clock ticked away the seconds, each one hammering the truth deeper into Charity’s chest:
She wasn’t a Stevens here. She wasn’t her here. She was Alejandra’s, just another Little waiting for the vet to make it official.
A soft ding from the reception desk broke her daze:
“Señorita Jiménez? Dr. Garza is ready for you now.”
Alejandra stood smoothly, her shoulder dipping slightly with the motion, enough to make Charity squeal and cling like a kitten too afraid to fall.
Alejandra’s laugh was warm and low in her throat as she adjusted her grip and strolled toward the open exam room door.
“Good girl. Hold on tight, pequeña…”
The quiet waiting room watched them pass, the tiny collar tag jingling the whole way.
Oh boy …. The vet ……if my little theory that Charity is actually afraid of needles then I be jumping for a theory being correct lol
The vet would be humbling enough for Charity.
Smallara end credits
Song – Crash ( feat. Toasty-Chan )
*music starts*
Jordan walks down a sidewalk, his gaze fixed on the ground with sadness in his eyes.
“Crash, stay focused, you gotta crash like waves in the ocean, oh you gotta crash through the motion cuase, you fall apart, and I know it would break heart.”
We see Jordan’s past on the walls as he keeps walking: graduation, his job, his breakup, and then switches to Gavin walking the same path.
“No matter where you go, you go, you just attack-tack-tack, but you already know you got heart, and whatever they say, you just attack-tack-tack, you can find your own way cause you got heart.”
We see Gavin’s past through his time with Sarah, football, and high school life, followed by his fall, as we see Kelli on her knees, face down on the ground, and her time in the facility.
“( no matter where you go you just attack-tack-tack, but you already know)”
We see Kelli’s past on the facility walls, reflecting her partying, college life, and time with her sister and family, before she gets up and switches to Cindy and Greg walking together holding hands.
“ Yeah, you gotta move, so little time, but so much to do, I gotta go, I got a goal, I’m trynna turn this mud into gold, Gotta give back with all of my soul.”
We see the couple’s past through Cindy’s podcast, their arguments with McKenzie, and Greg’s support for Maddison, as a force breaks them apart from each other, and switches to Noah and Liam as they hold on to each other as they fall.
“ Gave it all my soul; now I don’t know where to go, Gone for so long, don’t know if I’ll ever grow, You say I gotta go, but what if I never soar, You don’t know my lows; you don’t know what the future holds”
We see their time with their parents, only to lose them and land on the facility floor, and then switch to Bryce.
“ But answer me this, What would you write if you knew it would hit? What if I told you that all of the struggle would pay off tomorrow? But nah, you quit. So get on the road, be the greatest story told Don’t ever fold, and conquer your foes Shine bright from ya’ head to ya’ toe, and stay alive like you topping them foes.”
As Bryce is stuck in his cage, wondering what his future now holds, looking to the sky as we go back down to Thomas on his bed, looking at the ceiling with a smile on his face for his life in the facility, and closing his eyes with Charity opening hers’s in shock.
“ ‘Cause you got a soul (Yeah, I got a soul), So you gotta fight (And I’m gonna fight), You still gotta grow (It’s time to grow), To be ya’ own light (I’m shining bright), No matter the goal (No matter the goal)
You taking this drive, Fight for the ones that’ll stand by ya’ side, If you gotta get back up, it’s alright
‘Cause you got.”
Charity starts exploring her house, feeling afraid and alone. In the background, we see her parents and brother fade away, and a tear drop hits the floor. We then return to Jordan, walking his path in the rain.
“Heart No matter where you go, you just attack-tack-tack, but you already know You got heart And whatever they say, you just attack-tack-tack You can find your own way; you just gotta crash Stay focused You gotta crash like waves in the ocean Oh, you gotta crash through the motion ‘Cause if you crash, you stay hopeless”
As Jordan sees the light at the end of his path, where he sees Sarah and co waving at him to come, as her sadness disappears and is replaced with a smile, as we see all the Smallara victims sitting looking to the sky with their guardians behind them seeing the sun set also wanting Jordan to join in the view as Jordan walks with joy and detrimantion to face his future as the screen goes up to show the title card of Smallara.
“That’s why you got heart.”
Let me know what you guys think and figure we add some anime vibs here lol
Bruh my chest hurts. You can’t just throw this at us and expect everything to be ok. I’m dying rn. It’s too early.
lol I’m sorry haha 🤣
LOL the only one missing from the song is Scott from Chrissy.
Damn it !!! I knew I forgot one but couldn’t remember
No Desmond? Tucker? Mark? Scotty? LOL JK this was great.
The only suggestion I’d make is showing Cindy and Greg’s wedding and Cindy getting an ultrasound (keeping it vague if it’s Madison or Kenzie.)
called it. knew it had to be the vet. say what you will about Al from the perspective of Charity, she does care for her little, just a culture shock for us as having never seen the Mexico style of littles and smallera
you did. I chuckled when you called it. You have your finger on the pulse of this story. Thtas kind of what i was going for. Alejandra is taking care of Charity and providing her with what she considers is as good a life her means allow based on her culture.
i feel i’m learning a lot about character POV the more i read haha
I know that is going to happen in some point to visit the vet what next put her in her necklace in her socks or dress her is pig the some bullying she did to Sara.
Alejandra wouldn’t know about the pig though. She may have overheard charity talking about it but she doesnt know Sara.
Maybe its my American rebel soul but when Al said charity wasn’t American anymore it made we want Sara or Kira to fly in and take charity back. What’s happing to charity seems very sad and wrong. its the kind of thing the Alamo was fought for lol
its because US assigns citizenship to people. Dogs, cats, birds, etc. aren’t ameican citizens either.
Littles are atleast acknowledged as higher level of domestication then that as they get what would be considered citizenship rights and protections from their guardian..
So looking at Charity as if she is an american citzen once she was infected isn’t how the US government looks at it. You arne’t protected until you registered if you aren’t registered they don’t care. Its also a encouragement for people ot register littles. As they want to protect their purchase so to speak.
Asuka: doesn’t post at exact scheduled time
Entire Smallara fandom .0000001 millisecond later
In case someone doesn’t understand the joke is that if Asuka didn’t post then they must be dead and that were all kinda insane in this fandom.
no i totally laughed haha i give it like 30min before i say “guess no post today…” lmao
lol
0) Is this maybe tomorrow’s Image? It’s not what’s described in the text.
1) “Clínica Veterinaria Pérez y Hijos.” I thought Littles got treated by human Doctors and Nurses in America, even if Ale’s mexican, she’s still IN America.
2) “Okay, but, why here? Why a vet? The hospital’s across town. I have a doctor, Alejandra, my doctor. He’ll see us, I swear. It won’t cost you a cent, just…” Ale’s gonna keep you as far from your old life as possible Charity.
3.1) “In Mexico, Patrona, Littles go to vets. They get special training for Littles. They know how to handle you properly.” but you’re not in Mexico, pendeja!
3.2) “But you are not American anymore, mi amor. You are mine. And here, they don’t ask questions.” I’m surprised that’s legal, if it even is.
4) “Please, Alejandra. Please, I’m not an animal. I don’t belong in there. I’m not…” She’sn’’t, but I’m not against her being treated like one.
5) “Alejandra… please… don’t, don’t call me that. Not here. Not to strangers…” I’m surprised Charity knew what that meant.
6) “You were a Stevens.” *!EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!*
7) “a young mother flipped through a magazine while her Little, a sleepy male half Charity’s size, dozed in his carrier, a faint jingle of his tag echoing with each tiny snore” that sounds adorable.
8) “Shhhh, Patrona. No more begging. People food, real doctor… that’s all finished, remember?” I don’t think that’ll stop it Ale.
9) “Every Little here is chipped, Patrona. It keeps you safe.” The chip doesn’t sound so bad, it’s the lack of consent I’m against (Also the obvious question of “If it’s so good why isn’t there any for humans?”)
9) Well a little is considered a invalid so they are unable to give consent legally and even if they did or didn’t consent it wouldn’t change anything as they aren’t able to make those decisions.
In reality people do kind of chip themselves thats what things like apple air tags are, even phones are a form of chipping. They are actualyl developing better tech around microchip implants for people.
8) Charity will probably keep whining for a bit. That seems like her MO. Its not that uncommon for people to go to vets especially in smaller more rural communities vets and doctors are the same. My mother in law talked about how she went to a vet for years growing up.
7) Moments like this help illustrate the normalcy of it all.
6)lol, now shes a jimenez
5) SHe did take spanish in school canonically. So odds are she would have picked up some words plus being around alejandra she would be bound to make some connections.
4) littles in this world have long been established to be animals.
3 and 3.2) they are in a mexican district though where they have a mexican vet. Its not illegal or anything for a vet work with littles. He would just like mexican vets they do training. its not like he is all “I stayed in a holiday inn last night dont worry”
2) Well less questions that way. She doesn’t want the attention it would cause for sure. Plus this is what she knows and is comfortable with.
1) SHes in a mexican district in america so they have all kinds of mexican and latin america based facilities and stores. However this is where most people around here go becaue the prices are lower, they are doign commerce through their own people, their own community. Supporting each other, etc.
Everything done here is still on the up and up. He’s done training and courses and certifications. In mexico its just the vets who do that extra work and specilizations traditionally and not the people doctors as people go to hospitals and the animals and lesser beings go to vets.
So to alejandra and her peopel this is normal. This isn’t degrading charity this is just where care for littles is given and she lives in the mexican district with mexican services and things are priced more in her range they are more willing to work with people. She likes supporting her people and her community. Kind of like how people like shopping at farmers markets as your getting directly from farmers and supporting your local economy
0) the image is form when she is in the car before going. It doens’t fit as well after edits but i also wasnt going to re-render the background just to add in a waiting room. It didnt seem worth it for what is a transitional scene.