Little Jack found himself being tucked into bed for the night, all ready to go to sleep. He was in his comfy blue pajamas, and his mother had just finished reading him a bedtime story. He smiled at her as she turned off the light and stepped out of the room.
Soon, Jack was fast asleep and dreaming. In his dreams, he was a giant boy, looming over the city he lived in. Everywhere he placed his foot, people, buildings, and cars were crushed into nothing. These had become regular dreams of his as of late. It was unfortunate that they ended so soon.
Before he knew it, it was morning time once again, and Jack rubbed his eyes and sat up, yawning. Only, this time, he had BECOME the titanic terror that he was in dreams in real life! He was sitting directly on his house, or, what was left of it anyway. When he shifted, he felt something smearing underneath his butt. Looking down, he realized his mom hadn't gotten out of the way quick enough, and she had become this enormous child's first victim.
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