You were unmoored from space for a few dizzying moments. Up and down had no definite direction. Your stomach did somersaults as your inner ear tried to figure out where your tiny body had gone in space. The floor found you first, stopping your sudden rotations as you crashed into it, landing in a heaping pile of limbs and pain. Aching joints told you that you were still alive…and as you dared to look up, you saw the outstretched, armored hand of some war god reaching down for you, the palm alone bigger than any baseball field you’d run around as a kid…
Everything went black as the massive, pink, reflective pillars smashed into the ground surrounding you and pushed in. You were driven back towards your booth, diving under it as you thought it might provide some kind of shelter from the massive woman above. Her fingers pressed together…and you were airborne….
Pink was panicking as she scooped then little booth off the floor, her heart hammering in her chest as she waited for someone to come up and tap her on the shoulder. She squeezed her fight with the tiny victim in it, wincing as she felt something crunch inside the gauntlet glove. Turning her hand over, she looked around nervously for a moment before slowly unfurling her fingers to see the damage.
“OH GOD,” the massive soldier’s voice boomed in your ears as you found yourself panting in the wreckage of your booth. Splintered wood, smashed plastic, and piles of overturned papers littered the black ground all around you as small cuts and scrapes seethed in little pricks of pain. You didn’t even care about the mess right now, transfixed, as you were, on the glossy black cliffside that loomed above you. Through the plastic, you could see a furrowed brow and the worried expression of a goddess whose very eyes were more than twice your size. Judging from the size of her palm stretching out around you alone, you knew that whatever had happened had left you tiny. Even an ant would be the size of a small mini-van compared to you now. Her pupils searched her palm for some sign of movement before eventually the giantess’ gaze fell on you…and you could see the split-second of relief cross her face.
“PINK?! PINK!” a voice called in the distance as the woman holding you gasped…and her curling fingers ushered you back into the darkness…
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