Chapter #4Younger Sister, Bigger Danger by: Doom   "You're in trouble!"
The voice booms out across the room, and you shudder at the sentiment - whoever this is, you are indeed in trouble. But as the door slams open, handle banging against the wall, shockwave blasting you back off your feet, you look up to see that it might not be as bad as you thought.
It is Abby that has sprung into the room, the fifteen-year-old middle child of the Anderson family, her eyes and mouth wide as if to surprise her sister. She wasn't shouting for you, she was trying to catch Taylor!
"Oh," Abby says as she deflates,shoulders slumping as she walks further into the room. "She's not here."
You pick yourself up, waist height to this young giant and hundreds of feet from the floor. There is a powerful impact to your right as she places a great, glass tower on the surface, and you stagger as you look across to the massive beer bottle that you'd been drinking from only a few moments ago! You foolishly left it out in the kitchen, and when Abby found it she must have concluded that Taylor was the one responsible!
"Well," Abby says as she crouches, bringing her face level with the bottle, eyes locked on its large label, "she'll still know that I know, if I leave it here. Mom and Dad are gonna be PISSED."
Two thing of note here. Clearly, Abby likes to talk to herself, which is rather random but might be a useful nugget of information. Secondly, you're somewhat amazed at how true some of the statements of the fictional 'Gulliver's Travels' are.
Clearly, the ratio of size difference between you and humans is far greater than any two characters in the book, but as Abby's face looms above, you can all too well appreciate the magnified ugliness of the average face. This teenager has festering hills of acne bigger than your head, her entire visage cratered with deformities that an average person would not notice. It is with revulsion as much as fascination that your eyes play over that mountainous surface.
Abby jerks back, raising her phone to take a picture of the beer. "A little evidence will seal the deal. Busted!"
She clicks a couple of snaps, before thumbing between them, pinching and zooming to find the best image. She continues to mutter to herself before she steps forward again, pronouncing a very final: "Well, well, well, what do we have here..?"
Abby stoops again, her humungous head hovering directly over you, her eyes gazing directly down upon you, nostrils flaring storms around you as her smile widens impossibly. Examining those pictures, she saw your tiny body beside the bottle, and knows that you're here...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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