There are countless planets that dot the universe like grains of sand in an infinite beach, each one unique in its own special. There are planets composed of gas, planets composed of nice, planets composed of rock, and countless variations in-between and beyond. Still, even now, there is only one that is known to possess intelligent life, and that is the blue-and-green ball known as Earth. High up in the outermost edge of the planet's atmosphere, numerous satellites dutifully watched over the surface, taking thousands of pictures showcasing the true majesty of the blue marble with crystal clarity.
However, starting from about two months ago, a few curious additions end up cropping up among the many images the satellites produced in unyielding isochronicity. Here and there, the hard earth worth greens and browns would be marred by a gaping, chasmal impression that could be prominently seen for thousands of miles around, in the distinctive shape of a young child's footprint. Eventually, the images would reveal that they belonged a little boy, no older that six, standing tall on top of the Earth as though it were an exercise ball beneath his feet.
No one knew why things came to be this way. No one even wanted to think about how they had survived after all this time. All they knew was that one day, the networks were blaring out breaking news about the miracle boy that had been found, towering over even skyscrapers. And then, as the weeks passed by, and he only grew bigger, the talking heads of the world became more desperate, more apocalyptic. In their fear and panic, the nations of the world, forced to join together to deal with a situation that they couldn't talk to death, did everything in their power to with the threat before it.
Even if it meant taking down an innocent 6 year-old boy.
By the time the armies were sent out, it was already far too late for any of it to meaningfully affect anything. At that point, he had grown so massive that the ridges of his skin were gaping valleys that could fit entire cities, his feet alone being comparable in width and length to entire countries. All they could do was send a salvo of missiles at the massive being, which, while still effective at tearing holes in Michael's soft baby skin, still amounted to little more than tiny blisters.
The poor boy, even in the face of the unrelenting barrage, still tried his damnedest to convince the world that he didn't mean any harm, that he didn't want to hurt anybody. As his toes became large enough to smudge out mountains and render entire cities uninhabitable, that task almost seemed even more insurmountable that he was himself.
It was only after a certain point, when the nations of the world had exhausted everything that they had, and were left with nothing, that humanity had little choice but to take the now continent-sized boy at his word. Even after Michael had proved over time that he truly meant every word, that he was going to be as gentle as he could possibly be, everyone had a lot on their plates, none more so than the titanic boy himself, as he sat on top of the world, contemplating his fate.
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Michael couldn't help but sigh to himself. Being big really sucked sometimes.
The Earth shudders and moans once more as Michael rests his twin moons upon the Antarctic, the endless expanse of ice reduced to little more than a small impress amongst an infinite puddle of ice water as the gigantic landmass imploded upon meeting with the cosmic-scaled rear. Once more the world's sea level began to rise, and the coasts were quickly engulfed by torrential waves. Several low-lying nations found themselves almost completely entrenched into the drink, the tallest monuments only barely being able to peek out of the surface of the water. Fortunately, humanity had long adapted to these circumstances, with most having long retreated from the coastlines towards higher ground.
Meanwhile, the Antarctic was now bearing the massive imprint of what were now the largest canyons in the entire world. Using the planet as a bean bag chair, he thus ponders his life (as much as a 6-year-old could, anyway).
It should have been perfect. It was a world that he never thought would come to pass. A world where he was not just big, but truly, incontestably big. Where he was the undisputed tallest, biggest, strongest, humongous, hugest thing imaginable, where no one could ever look down on him or treat him like a little brat or ever again!
...but not only did it end up not being any fun, it was also sooooooo boooorrring.
There was nothing for him to do at this size! No buildings or mountains to compare himself to, no tiny people to play around with, nothing! All there was this tiny blue-and-green sphere that was basically an exercise ball compared to him, that he had no choice but to share with all of the unfortunate people that were still trapped here with him. Sure, it was kind of cool at first, being able to see all the continents and oceans and stuff like that with ease, like he was standing on a giant globe of the Earth, but it very quickly got old. Now all he got was a creeping feeling up his spine and spikes of anxiety whenever he wanted to go anywhere!. He always had to be hyper focused on the ground at all times, scrutinizing every last most lest he accidentally step on a nearby country.
This wasn't what he wanted at all! Every day, he had to wake up and see the tiny world beneath him barely able to hold itself together under his weight. Every day, he saw more and more bits of land crumbling off here and there or being submerged in water or bursting apart in tiny spurts of magma. He didn't want to think about what was going on down, what he was doing to the planet and everyone living on it. All he knew was that it wasn't fun at all being the best when all you had to compare yourself with was a bunch of microbes! Not that there was anything wrong with that, just...
He didn't like that all he could do like this was hurt people.
At least he still had his brothers. Maybe. They were probably still around somewhere. One the best parts of being this big had been the look on their faces when they saw the tiny little squirt, they picked on for so long was not able to squash them with just his little toe. They were probably off lazing around right now, trying not to even think about their baby brother coming back and showing just how insignificant they were compared to him.
Perhaps they needed a nice little reminder of just who was really in charge now!
...Though he wanted to do that, he would have to do the one thing that he hated doing more than anything else: walking. Mentally, Michael braced himself as he got up, and prepared to take one step.
A gust of wind causes a shockwave to reverberate across the planet as Michael's right foot begin to move. As he pushes up his foot, the weight is almost enough to cause several volcanic eruptions through the Earth's crust, blasting more than a few remote islands to complete oblivion and knocking down scores of buildings elsewhere in some neighboring cities. Once the foot manages to make its ascent up into the air, the sheer suction force causing by the supermassive foot's assent is enough to almost uproot the entire landscape beneath, scores of acres violently ripped from the virgin ground like duct tape tearing out a bushel of hair. Several enormous storms chaotically form and dissipate beneath his sole as manages to lift his foot just far enough that the force causes several hurricanes to manifest themselves around the planet's edges, almost to the North and South Poles. He then lowers his leg down to the ground, moving very slowly and carefully. His foot is about a thousand times the size of a county, and is so heavy that it takes him nearly half an hour to lower it to the ground. As he does, everyone can feel the earth move and quake in rapt anticipation. The ground cracks across the surface of the entire continent as the foot gets closer, the sole beginning to burst into flames from the overwhelming air friction being placed upon it as Michael's right foot continues its descent.
And then... with a tiny step... he puts one single, huge foot on the ground.
With that one step, another continental plate shifts right onto a fault line, causing mountain ranges to instantly jut out around his foot, along with an unearthly, ravenous earthquake which rocks the entire planet as what is a small, imperceptible vibration to Michael becomes a massive 6.1 uproar to the rest of the Earth. Even the mere movement of his hips was enough to cause devastation, earthquakes in some places, and tremors in others. As his foot goes out with a soft splash in the ocean, the water begins to boil from his body heat. Some of the islands in the North Pacific are even vaporized. Finally, as it made its impact on the ocean floor, a massive, explosive wave of igneous rock and sludge water bursts forth, taking up a decent chunk of the entire Pacific Ocean, only being stopped from causing any further devastation by Micheal forming a barrier around the point of impact with his hands, single-handedly stopping a new apocalypse with just a simple gesture.
Michael couldn't but feel resignation set in as he prepared to play micromanager yet again to the simple act of walking. When you were as unrelentingly, uncompromisingly big as he was, this was the price that had to be paid for being able to do anything without causing too much fuss. He really, really did try his best to mitigate the damage, but if the only other option was being a shrimp again, he would take this every single time, no contest.
Now, all he had to do was reach where his brothers were! He just hoped that he didn't accidentally crush them in the meantime.
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