Luna's dirty converse sole hovers above you, a wad of gum and other debris stuck to the once-white rubber sole. You can hear the fabric creaking as she wiggles her toes inside the canvas monster above. Frozen with fear, you watch it descend - painfully slowly, the scent of stale canvas shoe and worn rubber overtaking you as it looms, almost close enough to touch.
"W-well.."
Luna's converse thuds to the ground. Her blond hair gleams like a beacon above, sparing you mercifully.
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