"Well, this is certainly something different", you say, mostly to yourself. At your size though, it comes across as some booming voice from the heavens, as you tower over the tiny inhabitant's world. You're curious to get a closer look at these tiny denizens, so you pocket your phone and crouch down. Firstly, the people are definitely human, as you peer at them with mild curiosity. They're roughly 2 or 3 millimetres tall in comparison to you, more ant-like than anything resembling a human being. Some are sprawled out on their fields, gazing up at you, probably more in shock than anything else you surmise. Others have taken your momentary pause for inspection as a chance to escape your towering frame, darting away towards their miniature vehicles and minute buildings. You can even see what appears to be a more built-up area a few paces away, no doubt the destination for the fleeing farmers. But for now, you're content to let these little ones make their futile escape. Unbeknownst to these people, you have already made your mind up of taking control of this new world, through the power of your new-found stature. Not that you needed to rush into world-domination, you were far more interested in examining this race of seemingly intelligent...bugs for now.
"Bugs", you mutter to yourself, though your face betrays none of your inner thoughts. You've gazed upon these people and their little lives for long enough. You'd rather get a closer look at one of them. You reach out with one of your hands, towards a group of the bug-people that were sprawled near your comparatively monolithic sneaker. Even the appearance of such a mundane item to you was terrifying in its enormity to these little beings. You could easily squash hundreds, maybe even a thousand or so of them beneath the sole, if you so wished. That thought festered in your mind, becoming more and more alluring the more you reflected on it. In truth, there was really nothing these people could do to stop you, if you went all tyrannical destroyer on them, short of possessing some sort of nuclear arsenal. Then again, this was a different world of some kind, so perhaps the weaponry here was more advanced than that of Earth. Or perhaps this seemingly human society managed to abandon the war-like tendencies of your own race, ridding themselves of the one thing that could stop an invader who towered over them. That would be hilarious, you think to yourself with a smirk. But for now, you might put off going Godzilla on this puny planet for a bit, at least until you've gotten a better look at these people. As that final image crosses your mind, you wrap your fingers around one of the little people of the group. Seeing your approach, your new prisoner had done their best to make a quick escape, but no matter how quick they were on this world, they would never outrun a titan like yourself. You have to focus a bit, not wanting to pop what feels like a weightless entity like you would some other measly insect.
You lift this person you've ensnared up to your eye, so you can really get a chance to look at these people in a bit more detail. It's a girl, in her mid 20s if you had to guess. She seems to be shouting, screaming something at you, but you can hardly hear her words, considering the size she is. Probably just some crap about begging you to let her go, stuff you couldn't really give a fuck about. Instead, you want to see the effect your full height has on this tiny being, so you stand up once again, holding your little prisoner at roughly chest level as you ascend. Once you're standing, you peer again at the girl, almost laughing at how pathetically she's screaming, looking at the long, long drop beneath her. God, these people really are nothing to you. You can't even muster up a sense of pity, knowing that despite being human, they can never be on your level. Still, you might be able to derive some fun from this one, so you raise her up to your ear, hoping that having her stand there will be enough to hear her. You release her, casually pondering if she will end up bouncing off your skin and falling to her death below. Thankfully, you can hear a shrill voice, indicating to you that she is still there.
"Please, don't hurt me. Please, I'm begging y-".
"Shut up", you command viciously, and almost immediately, the whining in your ear stops, except for what sounds like a few sobs. "I don't want to hear your bitching in my ear, otherwise I'll boot you out and find someone else to answer my questions. Now then, first off, what's your name?".
"Am...Amelia", the girl replies, her voice shaking, no doubt terrified of displeasing you.
"Right, Amelia. Nice name. Now obviously, I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with your planet, so you might as well tell me if there's any problems I might encounter, your military, any weapons of mass destruction, the like". As you continue your questions, you begins to walk around, wanting to see how these people react. Mighty footsteps thunder against the ground, sinking into the soil with each step. The group from whom you plucked Amelia scatter, and you focus on one of them randomly, who barely has time to scream before he is squashed beneath your sneaker, eviscerated completely. Buildings, land, machinery, all of it is crushed completely beneath you. You can even make out what looks to be some of the little fucks falling to their knees, probably praying for some kind of mercy, but then only finding the sole of your shoe descending upon them, until they are just another red smear of blood and viscera, patterning your footwear. Meanwhile, your casual threats have easily broken whatever loyalty your little prisoner had for her home world, as she explains the pacifist nature of her people, abandoning their militaries and weaponry decades ago. This is the beginning of something spectacular, you think to your self.
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