You pace back and forth. Its quiet.. a little 'too' quiet.. or at least, that's what they say in movies. You decided that Natasha will eventually come back and it'll only take a little patience on your part. Already, you have been waiting for half an hour. You know this from the giant alarm clock nearby the phone. You would think that with all this time, you would be able to formulate a plan. You attempted to unplug the phone cord, attempting to sabotage anything you could in the hopes that she would realize something is off. Unfortunately, your microscopic size may have increased your durability a teeny bit, but not your strength. You have paced the surface area of the entire bookshelf, but it being on the small side even at your size, made the trip pretty short. Maybe this was a bad idea... not exactly a bad idea, no, but not a good one either. A useless idea, yeah, that describes it well enough. You decided to wait, and in reward to your patience, nothing happened.
Okay, so you've sized up the bedroom, and now you have to make a decision. Should you find a different location or just --BOOM-- --BOOM- --BOOM--
It turns out, you don't have to make a decision at all. The sound of giant footsteps fill the air, and bring a smile to your face. For multiple reasons: One, she truly is a goddess. She is beautiful even when she is terrifying. Two, your patience truly did pay off as she is headed straight your way. You look into her giant brown eyes as they softly scan the room at leisure until resting on the phone. Miles of distance (from your perspective of course) are covered in mere seconds as the giantess stands directly over you.
You do the only thing you know best. You start running towards the phone, jumping, screaming, and waving your arms like a madman! You have read a million shrinking stories, this stuff never works, but you're compelled to do it at any rate. Your giant girlfriend bites her plump bottom lip as if in consideration, and then her eyes fall directly onto you. It worked, she noticed you!
Unforunately for you, her nose wrinkles and her lip pulls into a slight snarl. She is surprised, curious, nor in shock. She is disgusted. Thats when you hear it, "EW, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?"
Time seems to freeze for this one second. By the look in the eye of the person you adore most in this world, you understand that she doesn't register who or what you are, and its more likely that she will kill you very soon. Should you try to do something to prove your human, or make an escape along the phoneline and hide behind the bookshelf?
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