Suddenly Jake lifts his foot back into the air, and it looks like he's serious this time. You quickly dash away, not even sure which direction you're headed, in order to avoid getting smashed by your so-called friend. You feel a great shadow overtake you once more, knowing that his sole is coming down right over you. You tightly shut your eyes and and slide forward on the ground to prepare for your iminent doom... but it doesn't come. You open your eyes and see that everything is lit up again by the sun. You look up and see nothing but the sky. Where the heck did Jake go?
You quickly turn around and right behind you is Jake, bug sized like you! He has one foot in the air ready to stomp on something, as though he thought he were some sort of giant! Immediately you cackle at him and he looks at you furiously, withdrawing his leg and setting it back down in a more graceful way than he wanted to a few seconds ago. "Let me guess.. your foot hit the crystal?" you tease.
"Thanks for noticing."
"Sorry you didn't get to stomp on me, jerk."
"Take a joke," he replies, dismissively, though you aren't sure if he were really joking.
"So this is what being a bug is like," he says, gazing around at the jungle like surroundings in awe.
"Yeah... speaking of that, I think we should go back to that crystal and try to get big again. This could be dangerous." As if to drive the point home, the sky darkens right as you finish. Looming above you is probably one of THE most terrifying sights you have ever seen: a giant-sized Eric, looking down at the ground menacingly. "This isn't good," you state. The next thing you know, Eric is leaning forward with his eyes fixed on you, his arm outstretched and his open hand approaching you. You know by now that running won't help, so you dive into the muddy ground below you face down. The tip of Eric's finger presses down on you, like some kind of huge piston. You feel your ribs almost crack as he carelessly fumbles his giant fingers around you in order to pick you up. But you lay as flat as you can, not letting him secure a grip. Before you know it, the ground beneath you rumbles and then breaks apart from beneath and suddenly falls away, as you rise into the air. Eric, getting tired of trying to pick you up, has just decided to simply drive his fingers into the ground beneath you and scoop up a chunk of your yard -- with you in it! You get naseuous as your stomach turns from this rapid ascent into the air above. The ride stops, with most of the earth fallen away, and you tumble violently onto a soft, fleshy surface. On all sides are Eric's long fingers rising into the air, like stadium lights. Behind one side of this row of fingers is a giant blue wall: Eric's torso. You quickly grab hold of this giant's skin and kneel down, as you feel the unstable surface of his hand quiver.
Suddenly some screaming sounds in the distance above you... and you see the fingers of Eric's other hand descending! In between two of them are a kicking and screaming Jake, being brought down to your location. Suddenly the giant fingers loosen and Jake falls down a good ten yards and cries out in pain, while the hand flies away swiftly. Then, you are knocked clean off your knees and back to the ground, as the entire surface is elevated at a hundred miles an hour, like some kind of gigantic, open-aired elevator. It then halts, and rather than than being welcomed by the opening of some doors, you are welcomed by the huge grinning face of a blonde-haired male. You are about at his chin level, so you strain your neck up to look at his movie-screen sized eyes looking down at you diabolically. "Eric... wait. Let's just talk." you plead, knowing to what ends his sinister eyes could take you.
"Heheh, we'll have lots to talk about" he booms, the air from his mouth almost blowing you over again. As he exhales, a sound that is somewhere between a sigh of relaxation and a hiss is let out. This is definitely bad. You begin to object, but you are cut off by the sudden clench of his fist all around you, as you are unceremoniously squeezed against Jake's body, the two of you suddenly plunged into the darkness of Eric's vicelike grip. You can feel a vague jerk take place, as Eric's whole hand brings you down lower. Suddenly his fingers loosen and you fall into some sort of blackened hole along with Jake. It stinks badly, like dust and dirt. You look up and see Eric's fingers pull away and then and all that remains above the opening is the edge of Eric's shirt hanging down against the sky above. Obviously, you have just been dropped inside the pocket of Eric's shorts.
You begin to tumble around violently, as Eric swaggers across your lawn. Each movement of his leg pushes you this way and that, and sometimes against Jake, as well as a large, metallic object that is at least twenty times your mass: Eric's cell phone. You may have found a salvation inside this dusty and dirty compartment of Eric's clothing! There may be just enough room to pry it open, with the help of Jake. You quickly grab hold of the side of it amidst the tumbling and yell for Jake to grab as well. He does the same and the two of you then hang on to the side of the metal structure and begin a joint effort to pull it open. You pull with all your might as you scream for Jake to do the same, shutting your eyes tightly in concentration. Finally your strength gives and you loosen up, opening your eyes.. only to be introduced to an even more humiliating scenario. All around you are the blurry, nondescript surroundings of a huge room. On either side of you are Eric's two fingers suspending the cell phone into the air, with Eric's leering visage looking above you in amusement. He has apparently lifted his phone out of his pocket -- with you on it! You again hug the cell phone for your life, afraid of falling down. Laughing, Eric shakes it and you are thrown off with Jake, but you land again in Eric's other palm -- which finally lowers you on to what you recognize as YOUR bedroom's desk.
Glad to be out of the clutches of Eric's physical person, you happily step off onto the wooden surface with Jake. Quickly Eric pockets his phone and hops into your formerly owned chair and leans over you. This is his first chance to really inspect you, you realize. He licks his lips in excitement at, you can only assume, the prospects of doing anything he likes to his tiny-sized captives. As he continues his stare, he reaches into his other pocket and plumbs out a familiar red crystal, which he must have picked up after pocketing you. He shifts his attention to it for a second, then back to you, and leans over and drops the red crystal quite far toward the back end of your desk. If only you could reach it...
Your train of thought is broken by Eric's voice. "What's it like being a couple of puny bugs?" he asks.
"Why don't you try being one and find out for yourself! Just press hard on that crystal there!" Jakes screams up at him. Yeah, like he's going to want to do that, you think.
"I like the view from up here," Eric replies gloatingly.
"Look, do what you want now. Just promise you will let us go, okay?" You state these words more than ask them, knowing that pleading would only make it more fun for Eric.
"I'll let you go, dude. I just don't know in how many pieces yet!" he shouts laughing, quite amused by himself.
Hoping for the best, you assume that Eric only means that as a joke. Nevertheless, you decide that you need to figure out a way to reach that red crystal. Once you do that, you can stand up to Eric -- and maybe find a way to shrink him with that crystal. Now you just need to survive.
"What should we do first, though?" Eric asks facetiously. You realize that he has already made up his mind.
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