This choice: A glass wall appears in front of you! • Go Back... You can feel the cool wind on your face for just a few fleeting seconds, when you feel a large presence slam around you. You are shrouded in darkness as you run head first into a barely visible barrier. Walls of glass surround you on either side, and you bang on one of them to try and break your way out. The glass is too thick, and you know that even with all your strength you wouldn't even be able to budge it. You look to your right side and see the one thing you were really hoping you wouldn't: A gigantic thumb print from the digit holding your prison in place. Judging from the size of her palm pressing against the clear ceiling of the container, she must have trapped you in a shot glass. How pathetic you truly were. And her cackling laughter all around you wasn't making matters any better. "SO BRAVE TO RUN AWAY FROM A GODDESS LIKE ME. SO BRAVE... AND SO FOOLISH." A thick white sheet zooms in from underneath one corner of the glass, and it bumps into your legs, causing you to fall over on top of it in pain. When you stop rubbing your knees, you realize that she's slid a playing card underneath your tiny body to move you back into the tent. As she lifts the card and the glass on top of it, you tumble from side to side as she shakes it slightly in her hands. "OOPS. I'LL HAVE TO BE MORE CAREFUL, DON'T WANT YOU TO BREAK YOUR NECK BEFORE I HAVE THE CHANCE TO KILL YOU MYSELF." She's enjoying every second she has your insignificant body trapped in her hands, and you just continue tumbling over the entire walk back. When you are able to get some sort of balance, you glance down at the giant card she's trapped you on top of. Of course, it's the Joker card, only adding more embarassment to your current situation as the caricature printed on the thick paper laughs at your plight. With one more giant turn of the glass, you find yourself slam against the bottom, with the card now on top staring down at you. You are slammed down hard on a flat surface, and the card on top of the glass lifts up, revealing some light into your chamber. Through the opening, you see Rosella's pretty, intensely magnified face smirking down at you. "HOW IS MY LITTLE BUG DOING? I HOPE YOU'RE ALRIGHT IN THERE, I DON'T WANT YOUR LAST FEW MINUTES TO BE SPENT UNCOMFORTABLY. IT'S SUCH A SHAME TOO, I GAVE YOU THE CHANCE TO SERVE ME AND YOU CHOSE TO RUN INSTEAD. WELL, NO MORE RUNNING TINY MAN." You scream up at her, begging her to change you back and apologizing, but your words fall on deaf ears. She just laughs and flicks the glass harshly with her thumb and forefinger, causing a terrible ringing sound to almost burst your eardrums. "SORRY, LITTLE BUG. I CAN'T HEAR YOUR TINY LITTLE VOICE FROM DOWN THERE, BUT I'M SURE I CAN ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS FOR YOU: NO I WILL NOT CHANGE YOU BACK. NO YOU CAN NOT BARGAIN YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS, AND NO, YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST LITTLE MAN WHO I'VE DISPOSED OF... YOU'RE NOT EVEN THE FIRST ONE TODAY!." You start to realize just how hopeless the situation is, and pace back and forth in the tiny shot glass, waiting for her to make her final judgement on you. "I COULD HAVE EASILY STEPPED ON YOU, ENDING YOUR LIFE UNDER MY PINKIE TOE... BUT YOU DESERVED SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN THAT, SO I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU MY FAVORITE WAY TO KILL SHRUNKEN MEN..." indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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