You walk into the movie studio like you would any other minor gig, and sit down in the lobby on the bottom floor of the skyscraper. You sit in one of the recliners as you pick a magazine off the table and begin to indulge yourself in the pop culture literature which informed you of all the celebrity gossip. You are interrupted while reading an article on how to grow better fingernails by a feminine voice clearing their throat to get your attention. You look up and see that a brown haired woman in her mid thirties was holding a clipboard and looked to be in a hurry. "It would be great if you could follow me sir." She said as you followed.
You accompany the woman as she enters the elevator, you standing next to her as she punched the 56 key into the board of colorful lit up buttons. The elevator is fast as it moved up the infrastructure of the building to the desired floor, where it stops and you follow the woman to a room beyond a thick glass and airtight door lock, filled with people. "Please wait here sir." The woman says as you walk into the room with the other people who identified themselves as actors and actresses. You converse for a few moments as more people open the room, but everyone is silenced after about ten minutes by the sudden slamming of the door.
You and your peers look beyond the glass at the team of executive looking people in suits who are in front of the now revealed button on the front of the holding cell. "Ahem." You hear a man say as you listen in on the speaker. "By now, you are all probably confused as to why we have you in this machine. But fear not, I am here to tell you the reasoning behind your entrapment. We have given the celebrities who work for us a bonus, and that bonus is a little person they can have alongside their salary. The thing is, who would volunteer to belong to someone else? So we tricked you many into being the object of someone else. There is good news is that we have made you invincible! So no need to feed you or give you air or water. Bad news is you can still feel the pain. Sorry about that." He then pushed the button and a strange has filled the room. You and the other people started freaking out as it got closer and closer to you. The gas was soon unavoidable, and you brothe it in just like you would the usual oxygen. The world became lighter as you drifted off into a deep sleep.
When you awoke you were naked, and your legs were zip tied to each other along with your arms. You seemed to make out you situation, but it was a frightening one. You must have been shrunk to six inches in height and now you were in some little paper goody bag on a table. You screamed for help, but we're just answered by someone else in your same predicament yelling back "Shut up Dickwad! We tried it already." You then just rest and wait. You are soon delivered on the promos of excitement however as you are grabbed up and taken by s celebrity. The only question is who
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