This choice: Wait for them to leave and make a plan • Go Back...Chapter #5Just How Low You Have Fallen by: Doom   You shrank yourself to 1/8" specifically so you could minimise - no pun intended - your chance of being spotted. So you stay still, safe behind the massive converse, and wait for these two girls to go on their way.
Thunderous footsteps, booming words - then the converse is kicked away.
To you, an indomitable monument, to Abby just a piece of footwear. It smashes into the distant wall, in its place the shoe the girl currently wears: a devastating, black Doc Marten, its treads taller than you!
Knocked from your feet by the casual, devastating blow, you scurry away, desperate to be as far as you can be from such godlike power. Your eyes are locked on that foot, unable to look further up it, watching as it impossibly sways in place.
Your ears hear the words of the girl standing over your crawling form quite clearly: "Oh! Maybe I dropped it under the bed!"
Then all sound is banished by the loudest impact yet, directly over you, pressing down upon you along with the pressure of crushed air. All goes dark, and you can only tell you've been screaming when your throat begins to hurt.
You reach out with your arms, touching cold, rubbery walls. In a moment, the truth hits: you are directly beneath Abby's other foot. The full weight of the human looms over you, prevented from crushing you only by this gap between the treads of the boot.
So close to death..! Your hearing slowly returns, and then light creeps across you as the ceiling somehow - impossibly - bends at the command of the being above you. With the girl rebalancing to the ball of her foot - a crash ahead of her the sound of her knee hitting the floor - there's space for you to escape, first crawling and then running as you pass from beneath Abby's shadow.
No sign of Susan anywhere, but you don't care. All you care for now is getting as far away from Abby as possible, before your luck gives out and she smashes you to nothing.
Again, the power of the god-girl is thrust down around you, this time lengthy walls of flesh and bone cutting you off. As she leans under her bed, Abby has slapped a hand down for balance, and you have narrowly avoided before caught underneath one of her gargantuan fingers!
This can't go on. You could run the length of these fingers, try to get further and yet further from this blundering unaware terror of a girl, but with how things have gone already, it's only a matter of time before you are seriously injured or killed.
You could, instead, grab hold of the finger itself, sinking your own digits into the gaps of the skin cells and allowing Abby to carry you to safety. It'll be a ride, but its risks should be more in your control, at least.
Staying put is also an option. Put your faith into that old 'lighting never strikes the same place' saying, and trust that Abby won't hit this spot again.
Finally, and your competietive honour twinges at just the thought, there's the possibility that you may have to call an end to this whole shrinking experiment. 1/8" has proved successful at avoiding being spotted, but even without seeing you how many ways has this immense girl nearly killed you in the last minute? You may have some explaining to do, but surely that's a better alternative to obliteration!?
Looking to the machine you still hold, you consider reersing your recent shrinkage...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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