Ellie burst through the red curtains behind the stage, disappearing into the darkness behind them. "Stay here Lev!" You yell over your shoulder, Ellie has killed every WLF and Seraphite she's come across, she was far too dangerous for him right now. But how? Despite feeling nothing but pure and utter hatred for her, you couldn't help but wonder how such a single scrawny girl could waltz into this stronghold of a city and decimate everything and everyone you've ever loved!? Why did she have to care so much!? It wasn't HER dad that was murdered, it was YOURS! Joel's life should have meant nothing to her!
You push through the thick curtains and stumble into the dark backstage. Painted wooden props of medieval castles and forests were left behind like a maze, Ellie could be behind any one of them. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a brown blur swing out from the darkness. A dense plank of wood smashes into your back, the nails still embedded in it, cut deep into your skin. Pain explodes over you, your body is too stunned to react in time as Ellie pounces soon after, tackling you to the ground. She quickly pulls a thin, bloodstained switchblade out of her pocket, the needle point tip aimed right at your neck.
"Fuck you, you piece of shit!" Ellie shouts as she scrambles to drive the blade into your flesh. You grab her blade arm by the wrist, you can feel the scarred, bumpy flesh of the bite mark under your fingertips as Ellie continues to struggle over you. Her other fist pounds your jaw and nose, and with each punch your blood coats Ellie's knuckles more and more. You pull your legs out from under her and in a desperate escape, you buck into her chest. Ellie falls onto the floor, but she's unfazed by the attack, her hand quickly reaches for the stowed pistol in her back pocket.
You have seconds to recover and make your next move. Like a raging bull, you jump up and storm into Ellie's stomach, driving her back to the floor before she can open fire. Now YOU were on top and using your tremendous strength advantage. Your fists easily push through any defense Ellie puts up. After a few powerful punches, you grab her by the shoulders and slam her into the ground again and again. The rotten wood beneath starts to creak and splinter and after the third slam, it gives way. Wood shatters under you exposing the even darker storage room beneath the stage illuminated by red light. You and Ellie land hard on a wooden crate rolling off on either side of it. Your ribs feel like they've been split in half, just standing up feels impossible. Ellie looks to be in a similar condition, if not slightly concussed by your repeated bashing. Slowly you rise to your feet just seconds before she does. Ellie unsteadily slings the shotgun from over her shoulder and cocks it. You dive out of the way just before the explosives burst of pellets blasts out of the barrel, tearing a nearby box to shreds. The sound is deafening at such a close range. With painful ringing in your ears, you scramble behind crate after crate until you're sure Ellie has lost sight of you.
"You're a fucking coward!" She screams. Ellie fires around every corner in a wild frenzy, hoping to catch you off guard. As you slip further and further away from her, you notice a smaller closet, sealed off by what looks like a shower curtain. A red exit sign illuminates a thick cloud of dust in the back of the room, it could be your ticket out of here. You pull open the curtain and step inside.
The dense cloud of dust nearly chokes you to death and it tastes awful. You cover your mouth with your sleeve but the dust burns your nostrils too. You go to grab the door handle but when you pull it, the door doesn't budge an inch. You curse yourself for backing into a corner like this, the feeling of impending doom and the sight of Ellie firing her shotgun into your chest makes you feel nauseous. Much like when you stand up too fast, your brain starts to feel all fuzzy and the world around you begins to spin. You try grabbing a nearby shelf for balance but are soon overwhelmed by vertigo and collapse onto the floor.
The sound of your body hitting the floor makes Ellie jump. Her eyes dart to the source of the sounds: an ominous-looking closet filled with what looked like spores. Her mind fills with all sorts of images of you turning into an infected, fungus rotting away at your brain.
"You're done!" Ellie yells as she rushes blindly into the dark closet. It certainly smelled like spores, but no one was there. Even weirder was that your backpack and clothes were placed perfectly on the ground. "I'm gonna find you asshole!" Ellie shouts back out into the storeroom, her echoed voice is met with a deafening silence.
When you wake up, you immediately notice something wrong. Everything was dark and humid and strangely smelled like you. You then notice that you are completely naked. Had Ellie found you? Were you being held prisoner? The walls felt soft and slightly moist with a warm, dew-like substance. As you walk further, you notice the same material beneath you is growing thinner and wetter. You keep exploring until a very familiar smell hits you in the face like a semi-truck. It reeked of sweaty crotch, particularly YOUR sweaty crotch mixed with the smell of bed sheets after sex. Where the hell were you?
You eventually find a slope and start to climb it higher and higher until you can see light shining through the strangely woven ceiling. As you clear an opening in the weave, your jaw drops. You were still in the closet, but everything around you was... Massive!!! You could see your backpack in the distance but it was at least a mile wide and twice that in height. But even that was an understatement compared to the sheer height of the shelves and boxes around you. Now obviously all of this was impossible, were you just dreaming or have you somehow been drugged?
You step out further and look back at where you were in a mixture of horror and amusement. Standing in the vast desert of what was once your clothes, You had just crawled out of your own panties the size of the entire WLF base on their own! That certainly explained the smell, despite the situation you amuse the idea of seeing your equally massive pussy at the height; it'd certainly turn Owen on.
The brief moment of bliss is cut short by an impossibly loud BOOOM from outside and you're reminded of the reality of your situation. If your backpack and clothes weren't impressive enough, you dreaded more than anything to see Ellie at this size. She certainly wouldn't see you but that wouldn't stop her from unknowingly stepping on you if she entered. "You're done!!!" The giant's voice booms even louder, her crashing footsteps getting louder and louder almost like she knew exactly where you were! Then you saw it. Ellie's unbelievably large shoes burst from the curtain, their owner, is far taller than any skyscraper in Seattle or the world for that matter. It felt like the end of the world as Ellie strolled in looking for you. Her ocean-sized eyes look right at you as they glance over your belongings, but you remain small enough that you're practically invisible to the naked eye.
"I'm gonna find you asshole!!!" Ellie's next shout is far louder than before, too loud. You're tiny eardrums can't handle the seismic vibrations and both rupture at the same time. Blood leaks out of your ears, and like the straw that broke the camel's back, you've had enough! Leaving the safety of your sweaty clothing, you run at Ellie's shoe with madness in your eyes, screaming your head off trying to get her to look down at you. Getting captured by her would be better than starving to death here, at least this is what you tell yourself. Just the base of Ellie's shoe grows more daunting the closer you get to it, the off-white rubber sole is as tall as a building and covered in a diamond-textured pattern. You hit the base of the sole and begin climbing immediately, who knew how much longer she'd stay here?
stuck to the rubber wall were hundreds of grains of dirt and dust alike but the design of the imprint let you climb it quickly for your size. Eventually, you reach the top and roll onto the thin ledge between the sole and the black fabric of Ellie's sneaker. The fabric was speckled with blood stains either from her, you, or someone else entirely. You still can't make much of the top of the shoe but you notice a couple of metal-lined holes further down the shoe's side. they were more than wide enough for you to slip in but the idea of slipping into someone's dirty old shoe at this height made you queasy.
You decide to stay here for now and scavenge off of Ellie for the time being, you can feel the small movements and shifts of her foot inside the shoe making you feel even more nauseous than before. You can even hear the subtle scrapping sound of fabric on fabric as her sock rubs against the shoe walls and insole. You take one last look at your clothes and backpack, one of your boots had been overturned when you fell, and its sole was now facing you. Scattered among the globs of dirt and random debris, you notice a small, white skeleton stuck in between the treads. You can't hold it in anymore, you lean over the side of the sole and vomit. Collapsing back against the shoe, you take another look at the clear skeletal remains of another tiny human stuck to the bottom of your boot. This has happened before...
You curse all the stupid choices that got you here, fuck, just now, you should've thrown up into Ellie's shoe instead of the floor. You let out an ugly sob. Why did it have to be you!? Why couldn't Ellie have shrunken and lived on your stinky shoe? You wipe your eyes and put your misery on pause, now, you need a plan of action before Ellie acknowledges you're gone and leaves...
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