"Ungh....jeez...not cool..." Soul muttered to himself, holding his head as he slowly looked around. He appeared to be on a vast plain of some kind, with strange wiry roots growing up around him. He got to his feet with a wince, his entire body aching like he had been beaten with a metal pipe. He had been having a completely ordinary day. Maka woke him up, he got dressed, they ate breakfast, they went to school, he got into a fight with Black Star..."Wait...something was weird about that..."
He thought back to the moment, Black Star polishing his bicep as he shouted, "Get ready to get hit by my newest technique Soul! It's gonna hit you so hard you're going to get blasted into another DIMENSION!"
Soul groaned as he remembered the punch, right to his gut. It had knocked him clear backwards off his feet and he had even blacked out momentarily! "That moron..." Soul growled, low in his throat. "When I'm through with him he's going to wish--"
THOOM!
"What the hell...?" Soul said, looking around for the source of the sudden, deep noise. His eyes slowly widened as he began to take in the area around him. A gigantic wooden construct with metal knobs...a dresser? An enormous white slab raised high into the air, material dangling from the sides...a bed? A vast structure stretching along a wall with plush looking mats...a couch?
THOOM!
Interrupting his thoughts was that booming sound once more, coming from somewhere behind him! He quickly whipped around, his mouth dropping open as he gazed up...and up...and UP at a colossal giant walking slowly towards him, his enormous feet crashing into the ground with every step!
THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
"Not cool...not cool!" Soul shouted, his head craning back as a massive bare sole suddenly loomed into view, casting him in its shadow. "Hey..HEY! YOU GIANT FREAK! DON'T YOU DARE STEP ON ME!"
Scott stopped as he heard what sounded like a tiny squeak coming from the floor. It was only a momentary hesitation however as he figured that he was just hearing things, his foot coming down...right on top of something sharp! "YEOWCH!"
He leaped backwards, grabbing his foot with both hands, hopping up and down on the other. Down on the ground, it was like being caught in an intense earthquake, Soul's miniature body getting thrown left and right! "I MUST HAVE STEPPED ON A TACK!" He heard a booming voice say from above. Soul, who had landed on his back, looked up as he saw the giant teen crouch down in front of him, an angry look on his face. Soul gulped, the face seeming to grow in size as it got closer, descending on him like the moon falling from the sky, stopping just inches above the spot where he was supine. "Hmmm..." Scott said in a quieter voice, examining the creature on the ground. "You're not a tack...just some funny looking bug...I don't see any spikes on you though..."
Before Soul could say anything, he was covered by gigantic hand, the thick fingers wrapping tightly around his tiny body like a vice grip, lifting him up to dizzying heights. Scott's fingers slowly spread again as he brought his hand up to his face, examining his find in the better light. Soul slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off, only to be pushed right back down immediately against the warm palm. He struggled against the single digit but he was powerless, his hands doing nothing to stop the prodding and rubbing of his little body. "HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!"
Scott's expression went from amused to shocked as he heard that tiny voice clearly this time, quiet and squeaky as it was. "Did...Did you just say something?" He asked in awe.
Soul sighed, hands in the pockets of his jacket, and said, "Yeah. I did! I'm not some dumb bug or a tack or anything like that! My name is Soul Eater Evans and I'm a weapon from the DWMA! So if you think you can just mess with me you've--"
"OH MY GOD!" Scott bellowed, the sound intense enough to send Soul flying across the man's palm, smacking into the curled fingers behind him. "You are! You're really him! Holy crap this is amazing! I was JUST watching you on TV last night! You look JUST like you do on the show! You even SOUND the same! This is too awesome! I've got to be dreaming!"
Soul grit his teeth, annoyed at this titanic idiot, and turned his arm into a scythe, cutting neatly into Scott's fingers. "OUCH! H-Hey...you stabbed me in the foot earlier too, didn't you? You little punk..."
Before Soul knew what was happening, the fingers had curled around him again, holding him tight, cutting off his air supply slightly. "You know, you're a whole not nicer in the show. How about you stow the attitude and tell me why you're here?"
"Off to a bad start..." Soul thought to himself, wincing as he felt the strength in those fingers. If Scott so much as increased his grip a little Soul would end up a red smear against his palm! "I don't know how I got here! I was just...fighting with Black Star and he punched me and...I ended up here!" Soul was finding it hard to believe HIMSELF that Black Star may have actually managed to punch him into a separate dimension but...that seemed to be the case here. "Anyway...what do you mean you watched me on TV last night?"
"Oh!" Scott said, moving over to his desk, depositing Soul on top of an object there. "Look, see?"
Soul found himself standing on smooth, plastic surface, his own face grinning up at him. "What the...?" Soul mumbled, looking at the bigger picture. Everyone was there! Maka, Black Star, Tsubaki, Kid...and blazoned across the top of it were the words Soul Eater in a black, spiky font. Judging by the size and shape of the thing he was standing on, he guessed it was some kind of DVD...but how?
"See? Around here, you're a character in a TV show!" Scott said brightly, snatching Soul up by the back of his jacket, letting him dangle between thumb and index finger. He opened the DVD up and showed him the discs inside. "I've got the whole series! Still working on the manga though."
"T-There's a manga too?!" Soul shouted, this new revelation shocking him once more.
"Well, yeah, and video games probably too but none ever come out in America..." Scott said, sounding slightly bitter about it. "Anyway, what's it like living in a world like that, with all the demons and fighting and stuff?"
Soul looked up at the sparkling, interested eyes of the giant before him...and jabbed him in the finger with his scythe arm again! "OUCH!" Scott yelped for the third time that day, dropping Soul in a heap on his desk. "Stop DOING that!" He thundered, slamming his open palm against the desk, right next to Soul. "What the hell's your problem?!"
"My PROBLEM is that I'm trapped in this...this weird world and all YOU can think about is yourself! How about helping me get OUT of here?!" Soul shouted right back.
Scott glared down at the tiny, vulnerable Soul and slowly smirked. "Yeah...you ARE trapped here. All alone with me."
Soul felt his blood run cold...he didn't like where this was going. Before he could so much as apologize, that finger descended from the heavens once more, jabbing Soul painfully in the gut. He felt his body slowly slide across the desk, getting closer to the edge!
"So if you WANT my help and DON'T want to end up as a pathetic stain on the bottom of my foot..." Scott said threateningly, pressing his finger down even harder against Soul's body. "Do. Not. Piss. Me. Off."
The finger was removed after that, leaving Soul wheezing and gasping for breath. Scott sighed and shook his head slightly. "Honestly...you were always my favorite character too. I don't want to have to hurt you you know. I'm going to get some bandages for my hand and foot. Don't you move! I'll be right back."
Having given this order, Scott turned and left, leaving Soul alone to contemplate his situation. He was trapped in a different dimension, at the hands of a man who had made it clear he was not to be defied, with no hope for escape unless he played along with his stupid games! He gritted his teeth as he slammed his fists against the desk top. "This is the exact OPPOSITE of cool! I'm not just a stupid bug, I'm not just a stupid character in a TV show, and I'm NOT going to just stay here and get humiliated by that dumbass!"
Soul swiftly jumped to his feet, taking stock of the room around him. What would be the best plan of action?
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