This choice: You reluctantly crawl into her skate shoe. • Go Back...Chapter #4Cave of Rank by: Icarus   You make your decision. You said you would do anything to get help. The universe is clearly testing you. So you decide to pass the test.
You gulp as you look into the mouth of the overturned high top. The sweaty stench alone could tell you, but it's also obvious just by looking at them that these shoes have been worn for years. You're seriously about to crawl into a cave that has soaked up foot sweat for multiple years.
You take the plunge and crawl over the lip of the entrance. Every step you take forward, you feel the humidity rise. The air already felt impossibly thick, but it manages to get thicker with every foot inside. Not to mention the heat, too. It just keeps getting hotter as you venture inside. And finally, the smell. There's no way to overstate the smell. A reeking, cheesy, sweaty stench that pervades all your senses at once. It would drive you mad, but you have to do this. This is the path to help, this is how you pass the test.
You walk further into the shoe. It's harder to hold onto your hope as the light dwindles at the same rate the heat, humidity, and smell multiply. Doubt fills your mind. Is this really the best course of action? Have you just walked into the sweaty, smelly shoe of a tween skater girl because she's the first person who might help you? You start to think perhaps you've made a mistake. Should you turn back?
You feel a massive tremble, immediately followed by gravity changing where it's coming from. You fall onto what used to be the wall on your left, but is now the floor. As you collide with the damp floor, and feel the light layer of sticky sweat on you, you remember the correct name for this floor: Insole. She's just turned her shoe right side up.
The light quickly fades. Down the end of the tunnel, aka shoe, you see a giant, dingy grey sock-clad foot enter the mouth of the shoe. And it comes barreling your way. You try to crawl as far as you can and as quickly as you can, but in mere moments you feel an incredibly heavy weight settle on your back. The weight lifts for a moment, which you use to roll onto your back and look up.
Above you, a damp cotton wall wrapped around a set of the biggest toes you have ever seen in your life. You can only observe for a brief moment, because the wall settles back down on you. The massive toes rub on you, making you itchy and covered in sweat from sock. Finally, after they've played with you, they stretch apart and settle on either side of you, trapping you firmly by the net of the sock in between. Then they scrunch up together, smushing you and surrounding you in dirty sock.
This must be what hell is.
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Your predicament is indescribably awful. It smells of sweaty feet. You can hardly breathe. You are trapped beneath the giant socked toes of a tween girl who probably thinks she's got the whole world figured out while managing to not wash her socks or ever buy a new pair of shoes. Not to mention, it's pretty hot outside. And soon you discover, she does not go straight home.
Admittedly, your sense of time is distorted. You think you must be trapped in your hellish prison for weeks. In truth, it was only about two and a half hours. This skater girl sure took her sweet time getting you home, despite knowing she kept you in her awful shoes.
Eventually, the sock-clad monolith lifts off you, and exits the shoe. Light pours in, and even that feels practically blinding. Before you know it, gravity flips again and you find yourself plummeting down the length of the shoe like a slide, until you are absolutely blinded by the amount of light you're exposed to.
Once you finish squinting, you see you're sitting in carpet. And above you, your punk skater 'savior' sits on the edge of her gargantuan bed, socked feet on either side of you. She's got that amused smile too.
"You did it, small dude. I can't believe you actually survived in my rank shoe for that long. You've proven your worth," she said down to you. You beam.
Finally, your freedom at last! At least, that's what you thought. You assumed she meant you're worthy of her help. But what she actually meant was that you're worthy of becoming...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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