Sighing you begin to make your way over the junk littering the floor and move toward the front door. The trek is far from easy, though luckily whoever owns the house either fumigates regularly, or at least keeps the seals on the house tight, as despite the garbage, most of which consists of uneaten food and refuse of that sort, there are no bugs. This journey, hard as it is, would likely be even worse for you if you were to face off against a colony of ants or worse yet, a spider of some sort, anything of that genus likely as not to devour you, or drain your innards, neither of which really appeals to your sense of self preservation.
The walk is slow going as you marvel at the stuff around you, all of it so common that were you at your normal size you likely wouldn't have bothered with it. After all it's not your home, which is likely the train of thought that led to this mess in the first place, most of the stuff being things that would have been easily placed into a garbage bag, one of which you can see against the back wall behind the table, though it was probable none of the partygoers, yourself included, notice it during the festivities, the thing hanging limp and empty.
You turn away from that though. Moaning over the facts of your situation don't change them, and you really need to reach the door before someone in this house wakes up. You don't trust any of them not to have been involved with your current condition, and you can only guess as to why that is. There are some real sickos in the world. Perhaps one of them wanted to play a game with a tiny human. You'd seen pictures online of people doing some pretty creepy things with people who were in a situation very similar to your's. Women rubbing tiny humans against their slits, sucking them into their pussies, or others putting them on food stuffs, like pizza or burgers, and then proceeding to devour them whole and alive, not a fate you particularly relish.
Putting one foot in front of the other, you find your destination getting closer, though you are forced to backtrack more than once to get around a big gulp cup, or some discarded hamburger wrapper or the like. You even got stuck to a piece of pizza once, but were able to pry yourself off it using a piece of pepperoni, covering yourself with the smell of meat. Still, you finally reach your goal, and are happy, yet disturbed at the same time, to find that you have an easy way out, something you hadn't considered when you realized the house had to be shut up tight for there not to be bugs.
Your way out happened to be a doggie door, sealed with a bit of weather resistant foam at the side, and with some resin on it that smelled of poison to drive bugs away, though it was just a smell, rather than an actual poison, one of those new items on the market that were pet safe, yet kept them flea free. Of course, you are now faced with a new choice. The fact that the doggie door is open, and you haven't heard any sounds of a dog inside means it's likely the animal is outside. If you go out in your current state...well it's not like a dog to pass up a free treat. Of course, remaining inside might be just as bad if the people inside really had something to do with what happened to you. After a time you come to your decision, and act on it.
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