The news would cover it as a disaster, politicians would call for a period of national mourning, and the internet would explode with conspiracies about what happened this day. What was meant to be the opening day of the con, filled with excitement, panels, artist alleys, and thousands of people sharing their passions would instead become the biggest disaster on US soil. As Pink Mando pulled into the massive parking lot and put on her helmet, she knew that she would be the cause of all of this…and she couldn’t help but smile. The frustration and humiliation that she’d had to go through to get to this place was more than she could stand. Reaching into her back seat for her blaster, she flicked a switch on the plastic flank of the weapon and stepped out of her car. Leveling it at the van next to her, packed with excited college students getting ready to pour out of the doors, Mando pulled the trigger…and smirked as the car vanished. Turning her attention downwards, she flexed her warm toes in her crocs as she took a skip forward and snatched the “toy” car from the asphalt. She felt the metal flex and bend under her fingers as she lifted it up to her reflective visor and smirked at the tiny insects scuttling about inside the toy.
“Happy con, kiddies~” she chuckled as her gloved fist began to tighten around the tin-can toy in her grasp. The walls of the car began to buckle. The tires wheeled uselessly against her glove. The engine snorted and choked as the fine machinery shifted and snapped. The passengers, confused and terrified, screamed for their lives as Mando made a tight fist…and dropped the crumpled mess of aluminum, rubber, steel, and mangled flesh back to the empty parking spot. She turned her weapon to the next car in the line and pulled the trigger….
The next five vehicles in the line all vanished like the first, replaced with their tiny, toy-like counterparts.
Giggling like a mad woman, Mando began skipping across the parking lot, making sure to slam her crocs down on each of the tiny vehicles she found in the line. The first and second crumpled under her sole like empty soda cans, the air popping out from the exploding windows and decompressing cabins! The third car squirted red goo out from under her foot, like Mando had landed on an abandoned ketchup packet. Lifting her foot, she couldn’t help but laugh as she saw the half-mangled remains that had tried to get out from the tiny vehicle. Her eyes rose to the fourth car which sat motionless, then zipped to the fifth which seemed to be starting to crawl forward along the rough terrain of the parking lot.
Mando giggled and jumped forward, popping the empty fourth car under her crocs, “Where?”
She took a long step forward, stomping down with all the might she could manage as the car left the spot it had initially been shrunken in, “Are?” Giddy with excitement, she took another little hop, landing right in front of the fleeing vehicle, “You?” She lifted her right foot and gently pressed it down on the front of the car, crushing the engine block and ending the chase just a few inches from where it began, “Going?”
Pulling out her phone, Mando held it high overhead and smiled as she snapped a selfie, the little toy vehicle half-crushed under her foot. Brushing her blonde hair back over her shoulders, Mando rose back to her full height and looked down at the stranded car. Lifting the front of her foot, Mando gently shifted it forward and pressed down on the roof. “Sorry guys~ Con’s cancelled today, didn’t you hear?” Mando teased as she slowly began to press down, flattening the car. “They said the crowd is too small~” Leaning her weight forward, she felt the tiny vehicle resist her foot for a moment before it too was flattened…its passengers turned to crimson viscera as the metal cage of the car tore them to shreds. As a shudder of pleasure ran up her leg, Pink turned the blaster on the rest of the lot…. In a matter of minutes, the cars were gone completely.
Pink took her time, chasing down and stepping on as many vehicles as she could find, walking in a careful line as she shrank each vehicle and ensured its end under her foot, within her clenched fist, or stashed away in her bag. It was like going to the toy store as a kid on their birthday to Pink, everything was within arm’s reach and hers if she wanted it. Some she did, especially the tiny cars that still had some cute passengers within them. Others were destined to be reduced to thin, metal pancakes under her foot or trapped as mangled wrecks in her treads. By the time Pink had finished up in the parking lot and began making her way to the lines to get into the venue, the destructive toll was as follows: hundreds of vehicles had been destroyed, several dozen were missing, and over two hundred people would be declared missing in this location alone. The remains of the 145 people crushed in their cars or fleeing from their vehicles would be devoured by bugs and birds before the cops ever turned up to the scene. The rest cried in the darkness of Pink’s bag…though a few brave souls had begun trying to climb out….
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