I wasn't sure why he'd placed me on the desk, so I figured I'd just wander around for a bit. The world at this size was incredible! The wooden surface seemed to stretch forever, then simply dropped off revealing the distant background of the lab which appeared, at your size, worlds away. Looking up I saw Zack talking to Tara. Wait, did he put me on her desk? I made my way over to the edge as to be seen by them and sure enough, I saw him looking down at me. Good, he saw me at least but why wasn't he retrieving me? Nearing the edge I heard him tell Tara he'd completed his invention and suddenly she burst out of her chair in surprise. Before I could react, she turned around and began to lean back against the desk. Swinging her arms back, she used them as support to lean back and in doing so, unknowingly knocked me off the table.
"God damnit" I said to myself. I knew I couldn't break from falling, I'm built to last baby. It was just the matter of getting their attention from the floor. Crashing down, I bounced quite a ways away. Gathering myself, I stood up and looked on to see Zack searching the room, clearly worried about something.
"Sweet, he noticed I'm missing!" I yelled aloud, glad I wouldn't go unfound for hours as I thought I might. Running over to them, I was suddenly suckerpunched, or kicked rather, by this cunt Brian. That dude's such a snob, making shitty inventions that barely work so that he can feed his ego. He's been prodding at my work for about a month and the only reason I've kept it secret is because he insists on finding out what I've been making. He'd love nothing more than to get me kicked out of the lab and I guess he finally got his wish. Flying through the air, I braced myself for the fall. This time I was ending up a lot further away than I'd have liked to.
"Looks like it's going to take a while to get back to them." I said to myself, standing back up after recovering from yet another fall. Good thing this hunk of plastic and metal was built by yours truly. Heading back, I swore to seek revenge on that dick when I was back in my body. Growing close, I was again rudely interrupted by a foot crashing down on me. With every step I was squeezed against the ground and pressed up against this person's shoe. From what I heard between steps, the person seemed to be female and heading to the bathroom.
While this thing could feel, it didn't hurt being smashed against the ground. What kind of idiot programs a body that can feel pain? Walking into the bathroom, she headed into a stall and shut the door. Waiting for her to sit down, I tried to free myself seeing as how I wouldn't have her full weight crushing me. Peeling myself loose, I waited for her to move her foot so I could make my grand escape. Eventually she did, and I quickly ran to the edge of the stall so I didn't find myself stuck in that situation again. Finishing her business, the mystery woman stood up, flushed and left the stall. Soon after she left, the stall door opened and another girl walked in. I recognized her from my classes, it was Julie! Wait, if Julie's in this bathroom, how far away am I? Should I try to ask her for help or just make my way back to the lab is the question?
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