"You can't stop an invasive species from growing."

Ruby grew a centimeter taller.

Now, Oum liked to prepare for possible outcomes before they have the chance to actually occur. He preferred preparing actual data rather than relying everything on his memory. To avoid obvious placebo effects, writing the information down, even by just a bit, could make discoveries more reliable.

Needless to say, he was surprised.

The red-haired girl sat on his work table, munching a cookie bigger than her own head. Even after having her height measured, the girl did not seem to care much about the fact that she grew. Instead, she put all of her focus on the cookie she was eating. The cares she needed to give the world would have a brief rest; at the moment, all that mattered was the cookie.

And the cookie only.

Except Oum. Every time he poked at her, she would put down her cookie and try to touch his finger.

They were growing. Not only did Ruby grow, but so did the others. Weiss, Blake, and Yang all grew a bit.

The animator did not see this as a concerning problem. Their proportions remained the same, so he presumed that they would stay that way. Of course, fate could prove him wrong at any time.

Putting his work aside for a brief moment, the creator of RWBY stood up before stretching his body from finger-to-toe. Yang, who had been rolling around Oum's bed for five minutes straight, stood up and stretched as well. Sleeping on his pillow lay a small Blake, who seemed to naturally curl up like a cat.

Then there was Weiss, who continued to relentlessly draw out a refined picture of herself. Oum had to admit, she was pretty good for a tiny miracle that drew on a paper bigger than herself.

"…Time to take a shower," he said to himself as he left his room.

Sheena saw the four members of RWBY filing out of Oum's room.

She had settled down for the comfortable couch after trying out new methods of cosplaying. The woman enjoyed testing out different styles of mix-and-matching accessories and outfits. She really did prefer using a flexible style of finding the perfect outfit for whatever she was trying to bring to life.

But all of that temporarily flew out of her train of thoughts when she saw the four RWBY members walking down a hallway in a line. Weiss blurted out a series of incomprehensible squeals at her team leader, and Ruby simply laughed brightly. Yang kept poking at Blake, though the Faunus did not seem all that interested in stopping the hyperactive brawler.

They soon climbed the table, scrambling over to a jar of cookies. One by one, they took a cookie out of the small, yellow jar.

Sheena found herself smiling just by watching the four girls eat. Oum said they grew, but their attitudes certainly did not mature. For now, the woman found herself loving the tiny miracles.

Stretching her arms, Sheena walked to Oum's room. The door had been left open.

As she reached out to shut the door, something caught her eye. Something yellow sat right in front of the entrance.

…Actually, it was standing.

"…"

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not seeing things.

She then proceeded to bend over and reach out for the figure that Oum had never mentioned before.

"Sheena, how does eating outside sound?" Oum asked out loud as he left the bathroom close to his room. A simple black shirt and shorts fit snugly on him.

Sheena did not answer. He could see her sitting in the living room, though; only her back showed up, however.

"Sheena?"

The animator walked to the living room. As he got closer, he noticed that the members of RWBY stood still, staring curiously at Sheena's direction. Oum took a good look at what Sheena was holding.

His eyes widened. He dropped the towel he used.

Many people liked to call things they did not understand either "alien" or "miraculous." It was only natural for people to be either afraid or simply curious to foreign concepts and figures they had never seen before. In a sense, this particular trait of people was universal.

Within Sheena's hands sat a blond boy with a black-and-orange hoodie. The tiny leader of JNPR turned to Oum, who stared at him with wide eyes.

A small Jaune Arc smiled brightly and waved at Monty Oum, his unmistakably ocean-blue eyes shining at the sight of the animator.

Oum screamed internally.