You awaken with your back pressed against some flat surface, and there is also something sharp poking into your leg. It's dark and you cannot see what these things are, nor where you are. It smells really odd, like a mix between an office supplies store and a young girl's lotion.
You question your predicament, trying to remember what happened before blacked out. You feel as if your moving. You try to piece together the clues, but you are completely lost at what is going on. You know your not dreaming, as the object poking your leg is causing a bit of pain every time you experience a big jump.You attempt to move the object causing your discomfort, but you have no leverage. With some sort of thick fabric in front you restricting your movement, you were more or less helpless.
With no time to adjust, light rains down from above you, blinding you momentarily. You regain your vision only to find the object poking you was a giant pencil. You look back and see you were being pressed against a notebook. You're suspicions were proven correct when you gazed up and saw that the light was coming from an open zipper. You were inside a backpack.
Upon this realization, a gigantic hand entered the backpack. You were amazed at the size, and you cowered in fear as the titanic fingers of this being reached down and pushed you to the side. You fell onto your back as the hand pulled out the pencil. You tried to see who this hand belonged to, but you could not get a good look. You cried out half-hoping it wouldn't hear you, afraid of the reality you were currently facing. The zipper closed again and you were trapped.
You began thinking, and came to the conclusion that this giant being obviously knew you were in their bag. You began to panic at what their motivations were, but in your panic, you were caught off guard as the bag opened and the hand reached in again. This time it was heading for you.
The fingers wrapped around your legs. You did your best to kick at them, but it didn't even phase the hand. It proceeded to elevate you out of the bag, where you finally saw who the hand belonged to. It was a gigantic girl! You were in awe as you realized how small you were compared to this young girl. She could only have been...
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