Your foot slips on a corn seed and you slide face first into a pile of freshly popped popcorn. The metal of the popcorn bin is heating up and causing you to sweat; you can feel a slight burning feeling through your thin work uniform. The looming shadow of the scoop and hand seems to overpower you before you feel the ground shake once more, warning you death is right at your heels. You scream as the you feel the scoop slide against your stomach, replacing the hot metal with warm plastic. Popcorn seems to tumble down upon you as the scoop slides farther into the bin; you're just lucky they arent heavy enough to crush you!
You feel a slight breeze between the peices of popcorn as the scoop decides to leave the bin and out into the open. You cant really see anything, but the sounds warn you that business must have really picked up! You're boss is going to kill you if she finds out you went missing right before this rush!
Your world shifts suddenly and youre vision was replaced by the sight of the woman in question, your boss Irene Misk. Your long, curly, brunette hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, her face red from heat and probably anger of your dissapearance. She licked her dry lips as she tilted the scoop back into a bag. You try calling up to her, trying to get her to see you, but youre hidden amongst a pile giant treats. There was no way she could hear your tiny insignificant voice over the yelling and talking of the theatre.
You fall towards your destination, passing her average size bust and stomach in a blink of an eye. Youre world is filled with the sight of giant popcorn and the white of the bag of popcorn you now recide in.
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