Chapter #3The Amazing Femto by: Flangies   You wake up, the dream still fuzzy in your head. At the very end of your dream, more and more titanic anthros started to appear, and all of them were absolutely gigantic. It was if millions anthros that were billions of times your size were focusing directly on you. You remember more: every one of them was smiling broadly and were trying as hard as they can to look at you.
You sit up, and suddenly notice that something is wrong. You are not in a bed, but something else very soft. It feels like cotton, but the weave is too good, since you cannot feel it at all. Also, it is very large; about one hundred feet thick, and you cannot tell at all how long it stretches. You walk to the side, and notice that it is a hundred foot drop to the ground, which does not look like the ground at all; far too smooth and perfect, plus it is also white. You look up to the ceiling, and it looks like a normal ceiling, but seems too far away.
You look at a wall, which must also be very far away, and you see an impossibly huge poster. You notice your body on the poster naked, and you panic, suddenly aware that you are naked as well and no clothes are in sight. Underneath the embarrassing image are the unusual words, "The Amazing Femto! Meet Earth's Littlest, Most Beloved Angel!"
Could it be that you are Femto? And why are you suddenly the 'most beloved'? You do not remember doing anything special.
Suddenly, the loudest noise you ever heard broke the eerie silence of the room. "Femto, it's time for your biggest adventure yet!" Looking at the door far, far away, you see an anthropomorphic fox woman, a very good looking one at that, enter the room. The fox walks closer and closer, and with each step you see her look relatively larger and larger. Whenever you think that she is close enough, she just takes one more step closer.
Eventually, she is so close and so big that you can hardly see any of her. When she finally stops, she rests her hand on the smooth white surface below the object you were sleeping on, a few miles away. However, even then her black fingers seem to extend forever towards the sky. This is impossible, the fox must be thousands upon thousands of miles tall! Her claw alone could probably fit one, no, three cities on it, and it is slowly approaching you! This is when it hits you; 'femto' is a prefix used before some sort of measurement to indicate some very small fraction you can't remember. You were sleeping on cotton; to be precise a single strand of cotton. Somehow, you have become the smallest living thing on Earth, probably even smaller than mircoorganisms, and apparently, everyone else on Earth is an anthro that adores that fact.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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