After being knocked out of the fly's grasp, the micro Angela tumbled her way downward, rolling around in the air until she landed face first onto the neckline of Christian's shirt. Shaking her head to regain her composure, she stared up to see her boyfriend's monstrous chin paying the speck-sized girl no mind, while he continued with his tasks. "CHRISTIAN! IT'S ANGELA! I'M--AAAAAAHH!"
One slight movement of Christian's body sent his micro girlfriend falling backward as she began the long slide down his polo shirt, rubbing up and bouncing against each of the hundreds of fibres, and constantly missing grabbing each of the buttons she passes by. "CHRISTIAN! PLEASE HELP! I'M RIGHT HERE!" Angela kept yelling in vein, desperately trying to using her arms and legs to slow down her descent in hopes of safely landing.
Instead, they ended up turning her trajectory as she began to move and roll down the side of the shirt, quickly approaching a dark black hole directly underneath, which she realized was his pants pocket. Screaming due to the fruitlessness of trying to stop it, Angela flailed her body as she left the shirt, landing at the bottom of the pocket with a thud.
Angela wiped herself off as she tried to get accustomed to her new environment. Due to landing in a giant pile of dust specks, Angela sneezed, causing her to fall over and promptly trip and slide on what turned out to be a leftover piece of tissue, though whether it was used or not she couldn't tell. Her pocket companions rounded out with a giant coin that stretched on above near the end of the pocket room.
Angela found herself left incredibly anxious. She was right there literally under her boyfriend's nose, with him completely unaware of her existence, and now trapped alongside the rest of his abandoned trash in his pocket. "What do I do now?" she thought to herself, uselessly pounding on the side of the pocket. She knew now she was way too small for Christian to ever see clearly, and worried that she'd be resigned to this fate, all alone as nothing but a lesser being on her boyfriend with no one ever knowing. She then slapped herself, thinking that she needed a plan to escape.
Pondering for a couple minutes, she figured that, eventually, he'd have to get up out of his seat, and if he does, he'll probably put his phone in his pocket. So when that happens, she thinks that she can grab ahold of the phone and when he takes it out, she'll have a much clearer chance of getting his attention! Or at the very least, getting to safety.
Now with a plan and a renewed sense of vigour, all Angela could do was sit tightly in her boyfriend's pocket and pray things work out.
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