This choice: Try using your phone to call your family • Go Back...Chapter #2Try using your phone to call your family by: NVR Your first instinct was to climb down and secure one of those giant chips. It was an exercise with two purposes: the first was to convince yourself you could survive as an ant sized man, the second was to try and find in the challenge the reason why when thinking about making any kind of wish, you somehow settled on this. Sure, you knew you had a preference, a fetish, but when push came to shove, how did this take preference over anything else? Was your life in such a state?
While moving through the squares of fabric that felt just like fancy carpets reason started to take over, making you slow down. Not because you figured out was wrong with you, but because your mind started to try and figure out instead how on earth did this make sense. An ant sized man, evicted from an apartment that was like a world to him. Would everyone think you just disappeared? You took another look at the giant door, at the outline of the card from Josh or "Brother Ohlson" laying there, seemingly untouched, it made you wonder if he would be linked to your disappearance, it made you wonder if he even came here, or if you even made the joke donation.
The natural movement that followed made you stop in your tracks, something you did tons of times as a normal sized adult. You checked your pocket, you took out your phone. Your eyes went wide as you realized everything you had with you was ant sized too, all your clothes, the wallet and keys on the other pocket, just as when you entered the apartment. And the phone reacted as it always did, unlocking itself once it recognized your face.
"Amazing" You chuckled with disbelief, navigating through your phone as if it was brand new, realizing everything worked. You even checked and your $12.15 were right there, unused. Would that mean you could just donate again and fix this? You didn't know. You didn't remember the name of the website so you would have to make the trip towards the apartment's door, and something told you it wasn't going to be that easy anyway. But now that you had an impossible communication tool, you forgot all about the chips and decided to focus on getting help instead.
Looking at the contact list you frowned, mostly ex coworkers that you couldn't call friends. If you had friends you would have connections, if you had friends you wouldn't have been fired like that, you wouldn't be having a midlife crisis, you wouldn't have a fantasy of becoming ant sized as your main priority in life. Well, at least there was your family, which you were still on cordial terms with. It wasn't like you fought in the past or anything, you just started to forget checking up on them lately. You wondered if you should call your mother or your sister, and also what should you tell them.
If you decided to tell them the truth, they would think you are crazy or pulling a weird prank on them, so you would need some evidence. Or you just could tell them it's an emergency, share with them the news of the eviction and needing a place to stay, something like that. Or you could just share some final words and leave your past life behind? No, that sounded cruel. And now that the shock and surprise and thrill of what Cthulhu did was starting to pass, you knew a part of you was aching for safety, safety that you could only find on them.
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