You stand facing the goddess that is Rachel and shout out to her while waving your hands frantically.
“RACHEL! Hey! I’m down here! Can you hear me?! Here! HERE!”
You’re too tiny for her ears to hear you. You look around you and find a penny lying near by. You rush over to it and push with all of your strength until it drops off of the side of the desk.
The Penny clatters to the floor, causing Rachel to look up towards the desk, confused. She gets up and moves toward the desk. Peering down while holding her hair out of the way of her face, you stare up at her waving your hands shouting, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Rachel lowers herself to her knees, bringing her face level with you on the desk, quite close, causing you to stumble back.
ITS YOU! She says, her mouth directly in front of you. You clutch at your poor ears while staring at her moving lips and tongue. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING IN MY HOME! YOU BREAK IN AND LEAVE A NOTE AND SOMEHOW MINIATURIZE YOURSELF TO WHAT? SPY ON US?!
She is clearly furious, and seeing her this angry with her mouth directly in front of you cause you to scream and run in the opposite direction.
She watches you flee. OH NO, YOURE NOT GOING ANYWHERE IN MY HOUSEHOLD! COME HERE!
A massive shadow covers you and within moments you are wedged between her thumb and pointer finger. You flail wildly in sheer terror, your heart racing madly as you are risen up to her. She holds you up to her eye and stands up.
WHAT YOU DO WITH YOU... I SHOULD PUT YOU OUTSIDE, BUT YOU’D JUST COME RIGHT BACK IN HERE AND I WON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
She keeps looking directly at you watching you squirm in terror with wide eyes while thinking of what you do with you. She catches your tiny mouth moving as you plead and beg for her to hear you out.
Her eyes narrow as she watches your mouth before brushing her hair back away from her ear and moves you to it. Holding you wedged right up against her ear hole.
“AHHHHH!!!! I’M SORRY! OH GOD!!! AHHH!!!” You scream, causing her to flinch.
“WHOA! NOOO! AHHHHHHH!!!!” You are jolted and whisked back in front of her face. In front of her lips,
OH CALM DOWN, I’M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU. IM NOT HAPPY WITH YOU EITHER THOUGH. PUTTING ME IN THIS POSITION!
While she is speaking, Abby enters the room, Mom? Who are you talking to?...
Rachel is startled, turning toward her daughter in a fluster, bringing you quickly behind her back.
No one, hunny. What is it?
While they’re talking, you continue to squirm even in your current daze from the sudden whisk of movement. Rachel can feel your tiny struggles like a pesky ant. You can see the small of her back, the edge of her waistband, and her back pockets. You could try to drop into her pocket, or fall into her pants from the crack and try to escape.
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