"Happy thoughts, Happy thoughts.." Luna muses to herself as her toes wriggle in the converse above, trying to distract herself from the thought of crushing you under her dirty sole.
"Candy canes!" Luna says, as her converse lowers, blocking out all light.
The worn rubber of the once-white converse sole smells faintly of dirt and feet as it presses you to the cold stone floor. You squirm, a wad of gum against your tiny body - Luna must have stepped in some, and it's collected all manner of grime and dirt. The force increases.
"Otters!" Luna says, and you feel the wind leave your lungs as the massive sole presses down like a hydraulic press.
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