You find a window cracked enough for you to slip inside. Immediately, you see that the room is a bedroom. A woman who appears to be in her mid twenties is at a desk in front of the window working on a Lego set that appeared to be of Hagrid’s hut from Harry Potter.
You sneak your way down to the table and approach the nearly completed set. You could use this as a home! You just have to wait for this girl to finish building it.
You spot an open bag or snack mix and decide to eat while waiting for this woman to finish building your home when she notices you moving. At first she doesn’t seem to care, but you don’t appear to be anything she’s seen before and does a double-take.
She removes her glasses and cleans them. When she puts them back on she sees you taking a bite out of one of the snacks in the snack mix.
Blinking back her curiosity, she reaches for you and plucks you off the table. You weren’t aware she even noticed you and you begin to panic.
She brings you up to her face and her eyes widen when she pieces together that you’re not a bug.
“Holy shit…” She whispers as you stare into her hazel brown eyes magnified by her glasses.
The woman sets you down on her palm and watches you get to your feet. She can’t stop staring so you decide to walk towards her wrist. There was only one way down after all. The women simply plucks you back up again and places you on her fingertip. You stumble to catch your balance and end up falling underneath her fingernail. She giggles and shakes you back out onto the palm of her other hand. You shake your head and get back up. Frustrated that she was toying with you. You run towards her wrist this time but are blocked. You weren’t aware that she had her arms on the table and had placed her head on them, so her cheek and the corner of her mouth were blocking your path. You wouldn’t let this stop you, however, so you simply begin to climb.
The woman’s eyes widen but she doesn’t move as you climb past the corner of her mouth. An itch forming there causes her to use her tongue to relieve the itch. The slimy muscle pokes you and you flail as you are now adhered to it by her saliva. She draws her tongue, and you, back into her mouth, her eyes now lowering into a narrow gaze as she tastes you. You struggle to free yourself to no avail as her saliva seeps into your clothes. You’re about to pull your sword when she pushes you inbetween her soft lips and spits you out onto her palm. You groan in disgust as she peers down at you, licking her lips as her mind seems to race with the implications of what she had just done to a tiny human boy.
She uses her other hand and pokes you, adhering you to her fingertip and brings you closer to her eye to see. Smiling, she lowers you down to her lips and blows, trying to dry you off. The gust of cold wind awakens you and you scream and flail around causing you to be free from the saliva keeping you stuck to her fingertip and causes you to plummet…
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