Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh fannyfucking arse fucktits! You shrunk this young girl who's now squirming around in your hand and screaming like a really small mouse. It's your fault. Yours. You did it.
No! It was the fault of whoever left that crazy gun lying around. How thae hell were you supposed to know this would happen? You look pittyingly at the tiny wriggling girl and feel awful... and scared. You have to get rid of her!
The sun warms you and the breeze makes eerie noises as it rustles the branches of the trees and you stand holding a tiny girl who you just accidently shrank and actually are actually thinking of desposing of her like a used tissue.
This is awful. You hold her up to your ear. She's crying. "Please help me! Please! Don't hurt me. I'll do anything. I'll never tell anyone. Just don't hurt me!"
This is really awful. You see someone approaching, a mother with a pushchair and panic. You shove the tiny girl into your pocket and try to look like you are waiting for somebody and not being shady.
This is terrifying! But how terrifying must it be for her? You remember your aunt's advice. "You can't help anyone unless you help yourself."
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