Dumbly, you look on, arms and legs almost completely paralyzed as you watched yourself, with a vice-like grip on the trigger, fire on Matt full blast, sealing everyone's fate. Matt, already as large, if not larger, than a skyscraper, began to put that comparison to shame as he grew. His legs, already mammoth pillars that covered the entire neighborhood in the shadows, shot out further into the horizon, completely blocking out the sun altogether. His butt, already taking a firm place amongst the intersections of the neighborhood, expanded furthermore beyond its meager borders to encompass whole blocks, rows of houses disappearing in an almost rhythmic pattern under his rear with little preamble other than a small pop. Wood, steel and concrete alike crumpled and deformed under his sheer mass, which only advanced faster and faster overtime, annihilating all in its path. Mothers, fathers, children, grandparents; no one was spared from being avalanched by cascading walls of meat and bone.
Instincts quickly took over as you snapped out of your reverie, letting go of the trigger and hightailing it as far as you could away from the Armageddon that was Matt. However, with how fast the mass was gaining on them, with seemingly no end in sight, it didn't take long for people around you to begin pleading to God instead. Those managed to get out of their houses in time found themselves very quickly stuck under all kinds of debris launched from, before inevitably being suffocated completely under the ever-expanding might of Matt's two rear buns. It was like an ever-expanding explosion, a meteoric impact that would only keep on growing, annihilating everything in its path.
It wouldn't be long before it would be entire neighborhoods that would disappear underneath Matt - God help if it became entire cities!
For now, you weren't in the direct path of his growth, but that would change very quickly unless you figured out something quick! The only hope of escape would if somehow, you could find a way to ...there!
Like a miracle, out of the corner of your eye, you saw your key to salvation: an unattended cellar door, left open right in front of you! With no time to spare, you made a leap of faith through, closing the doors just as the mass barreled by, reducing the outer shell to splinters. You barely had a chance to breathe as you tumbled down the stairs, each step another blow to add to the collection of blisters and bruises, until you finally landed face-first at the very bottom, legs splayed all about.
It was in that moment that you contemplated every awful decision you had ever made that led to this. To your misfortune, of course, you wouldn't have long to do so, as the filthy, dirt-stained floors of the cellar quickly got you up on your feet again, in spite of even cell in your body protesting to the contrary.
At this point, one would normally decide to take a look at their surroundings in order to get proper bearings on where exactly they were. Such routines proved ill-needed, however, as all you could see around you was a single, nondescript room. No furnishings or decorations, other than perhaps the streaks of dirt that covered the gray concrete walls, dared to break the monotony. There weren't even any windows; the only source of light was a single, nondescript yellow light bulb, hanging on the ceiling by a thin copper wire. As far as you could tell, there were no light switches in the cellar to speak of.
You took a tentative look up the stairway, where all that awaited was a monochromatic pink, pulsating and blocking any further escape. God, you couldn't see anything out there. Just an endless wall of pink and shadow filled the tiny crevices where you could see the outside world.
Welp. You walked back down the stairs and placed yourself smackdab in the middle of the cellar, right under the lightbulb, as you contemplated your fate.
You were trapped in a small room with no distractions or resources of any kind to speak of. You had no way of knowing how long you would be stuck here, nor did you know
Right now, your chances of survival were completely dependent on Matt. He was already the size of a skyscraper before. Now... how tall was he now? Would he eventually be able to get out of the way?
Would he ever stop growing?
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You think it's been about an hour. You think.
It's certainly felt like that much time has passed, crammed in a dank dark basement with dank dark clothes and a dank dark ray gun still perched in your hands, your fingers fortunately far away from the trigger.
At this point, bar a couple of stray earthquakes here and there, you don't think that there's been any other sounds other than your own breathing for a while. Certainly, the screams that you once heard had come to a complete standstill.
...
Well, you've waited this long. Might as well come face to face with what you've created.
Miraculously, the way out was completely unbarred by any walls of flesh. Right away, the first thing you noticed as you climbed out of the cellar was the smell. It burned away at your nostrils and stung your eyes, hanging around you like a perpetual fog. The air around you was overwhelmingly heavy - a mix of unbearable humidity and moisture that you could practically feel, like some kind of gaseous, putrid smelling liquid that you had to wade through in order to get anywhere.
Your eyes fared little better. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but darkness and steam, covering every last part of your vision and making it nigh impossible to see anything further away than a few feet. The only things you could really discern were that the steam had a distinct, peach like tint, and that occasionally, when you wandered far enough and the smell got particularly strong, you could see piles of meat and bone mixed with in a macabre slurry.
Fortunately, you haven't had anything to eat all day, so all that came out was a dry heave, your stomach cramping and turning in on itself as it attempted to empty itself of a half-digested lunch that it didn't have.
You continued your Odessey down what was once your neighborhood for... you don't know how long. Any sense of time or place was completely lost to you. There were no buildings or anything tall enough to stand out against the steam. What few glimpses of light you managed to find told you nothing of where they came from or where to find more. All you could do was continue walking and see what would happen.
Eventually, as you continued your walk something changed. The Earth began to roll and crack from under you as, somehow, the darkness that had lingered for so long began to...move. Up above and into the horizon, something... just something... lifted itself up, banishing away the darkness. The steam that had persisted all around you for far, far too long finally dissipated. And at last, you saw Matt; or at least what you thought was him.
Even with the additional bit of light that finally managed to break through, not a single trace of sky could be found. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but endless pink, only occasionally broken up by smattering of clouds that hung below the pink. No matter where you looked, no matter where you ran, all horizons ended with that god-forsaken pink. That pulsating, cavernous pink that perpetually hung above them all, serving as a perpetual reminder that your existence could be instantly ended at any time with little more than a micro-gesture. And he wouldn't even notice it. No-he couldn't notice it, not something so absolutely minuscule compared to him
In that moment, you knew the true meaning of insignificance.
That was the sky! That was Matt! All the clouds, everything, you could swear he was above them, even though as far as you knew, he was still sitting down! Matt, his skin, everything, everywhere! All you could see was Matt, as far as the eye could see!
What could your do? Could you even trust yourself to fix things, after seeing how fantastically that's worked out so far?!
...You did still have the gun. This time, you were going to make sure that you adjusted the setting to 'shrink' first, and then hit Matt and get him back to normal. But...looking around you. Looking at the carnage. The ruins. The blood.
Matt probably had nothing left of his old life to speak of. Somehow, shrinking him back to normal and leaving him to live his life like this, in a world where he had killed thousands; no, millions of people, including his friends and family and Lord know how many more important to him, all through no fault of his own, did not seem like the right thing to do. But did you really have any other choice, when as it stood, Matt was a living threat to the future of the world?
Right as you glanced at the gun again, trying to figure out exactly what the hell you were going to do now, the Earth shook once more. Then, to you ever-dawning horror, you noticed the pink beginning the move closer to you, to the ground, to everyone.
Holy shit, was Matt actually leaning down into the city?!?
Before you could even begin to try doing anything, the pink had already stopped. Then before your eyes, the pink began to open, revealing an infinite void behind them, along with something indecipherably slimy.
Those were his lips.
And, if you could even believe it, Matt was actually trying to communicate with what, to your knowledge, would be an insignificant patch of grey to him.
You could just make out the words that were being formed from the mass, as perilously close as they were to the city:
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