Here you are working on a generator. Your heart is beating out of your chest, you can’t control your breathing or your focus. You got split up with your friends and you haven’t seen them since. You don’t know how any of this happened, one day you’re going about your normal life and the next your stuck running from a sinister killer.
You can’t let your mind wander away, you must focus and calm down. You can’t fuck up this generator, it’s your last hope and messing up will alarm whoever the hell is after you. Who knows, maybe they’re watching you right now, this very second, waiting for you to get too zoned in on the generator so that can get you.
Letting yourself get your brain off tasks causes your hands to be less precise. You see a spark come from the wires of the generator.
“Shit,” you say to yourself.
The generator blows up in your face and you get blown back. You are dazed and can’t see or hear. Your vision gets darker and darker until you eventually black out.
Eventually, You come to, you immediately realize the situation you are in and you bolt up to run away from the scene. But as you stand up and look around you notice something, YOU’RE THREE FUCKING INCHES TALL.
“Holy shit holy shit holy shit what the fuck,” you start to freak out and lose any little sense of hope you had from earlier. But during your little sad session, you hear footsteps approaching.
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