You awaken from unconsciousness with a splitting headache. You put both hands against your temples and groan as you lie still and keep your eyes closed. You remember being hit by a beam of light from the shrinking machine and that’s it. You can’t even recall falling over, just getting hit by the beam and waking up on the ground. The ground feels hard and cool, unlike the carpeted floor of your room. This makes you think that you aren’t in your room, which raises some interesting questions. Were you dragged out because you were unconscious or did you manage to leave under your own power before collapsing? To find out, you’ll need to open your eyes, but for some strange reason, every time you try, your eyes start watering and you immediately close them. You decide to lay still and pull yourself together before trying to find out what happened.
While you lay there, catching your breath, you come to a startling discovery. You can feel someone breathing deeply in front of you and even feel his or her breath against your skin. It’s a funny thing though, their breath is blowing all over you, as if there were more then one person, but that would be ridicules. You only hear one person and it seems completely stupid to even consider that they are breathing in and out at the exact same time. The person breathing on you must just have really big nostrils because their breath is so powerful that you feel it rustling your hair.
Finally, you regain your strength and try to sit up. Your muscles ache, like you’ve been running lately and injured yourself. You work the kinks out of your neck, while keeping your eyes closed. You crack one eye open and see something huge in front of you. Your sight is still blurry, so you can’t identity it. You open your other eye and start blinking to refocus both of them. As you refocus, the huge object begins to take shape and before you realize it, you start spotting things. You see a nose and a mouth, then two curious eyes. You finally have your full sight back and are able to identify the face before you as that of a woman. A very beautiful woman, that you feel you should know from somewhere. Another thing becomes apparent as well, the woman’s head is twenty times the size of your whole body.
“WWWHHHHHAAAAAA!” is your first reaction as you find yourself being looked at by the giant face. The face smiles at you and you start scrambling back. Your heart is racing and you try to convince yourself that you must be dreaming. However, it’s hard to convince yourself of that with your headache still lingering. The face comes closer to you and your recoil in fright. You don’t know what to expect next, maybe she’ll bite your head off or something. Only your instincts are screaming at you to be terrified of this huge, almost godly woman.
“Hey little guy, you alright? I found you in my apartment about to be eaten by Pen-Pen. I thought you were a bug until I saw you were wearing clothes. I don’t know what you are, but judging from your scream, I’d wager you’re a moderately intelligent critter.” The giantess sounds very laid back and relaxed, like finding tiny people in her house was a common thing, which you’re not sure it’s not. You look past the giantess and see that you’re sitting on the table in a kitchen. This doesn’t sit well with your first impulse thought that you were going to be eaten. You look back at the giantess and look her over slowly. She has dark purple hair that runs down her back, and seems to be in her late twenties. A little older then the normal girl’s you usually date, but still someone that you wouldn’t mind getting to know better. She continues to look curiously at you, awaiting you to say your first word.
“Hi, I’m John,” is the first thing you can think to say. Not, ‘please don’t crush me’ or ‘are you going to eat me’. Even when confronted with a giant woman, you retain your well-mannered nature.
“Misato,” she chuckles and lowers you hand to you to shake. You look at the giant hand and wonder what the hell are you supposed to do with that. Misato sees your dilemma and lowers her pinky instead for you to shake. You shake her pink and she pulls away her hand.
“Could you hold on a moment, I need to get something from the fridge.” You aren’t given enough time to answer and she walks past you to the huge white monolith that must be the fridge.
“Misato,” you say to yourself, vaguely remembering someone, from somewhere, being called that. You try to remember where you’ve heard that name as Misato rummages through the fridge for something.
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