This choice: Get the boy's attention, then beg him to show you to his mom • Go Back...Chapter #5Discovered by the farmboy. by: sneakyk   You do a double take as you glance at the enormous firearm the boy is wielding. This kid is probably a fifth grader at best, and if so he looks young for his age. Who allowed him to have a gun?
Actually, BB guns have historically been marketed towards people in this age range...at least in some parts of Unova and Sinnoh... and rural areas are much laxer about firearms than urban ones. But this is all academic. The fact of the matter is the boy has a ranged weapon, and he's about to fire it into the bottle you're using as shelter. And that terrifies you. You cannot remain hidden any longer... but how are you going to get his attention ? The bottle would surely muffle your tiny voice...
Wait. That's right! That blasted bird Pokemon from earlier gouged an opening into the bottle. Not an opening large enough for you to flee out of, but an opening all the same. You quickly place your face against the opening and scream out. "WAAAAAIT. WAAAAAIT. Over hear! Down here!" The boy turns his back towards the bottle and begins to head off. No, you CAN'T let this be the end! You scream again, this time with more fervor. "WAAAAAAAAAIT" The boy pauses, then turns back to the bottle. He leans forward and plants his hands against the fencepost, then brings his face right before the opening. Spotting you inside, he quickly pulls back, no doubt in shock at spotting a tiny human being for the first time in his life.
"Huh. What are you doing here little guy? You wanna be target practice?" The boy asks, his voice carrying equal parts amusement and awe. Equally amused and surprised? Something isn't right here. But you decide to push on anyway. "Um. Can you show me to your parents?" You ask him. The boy tilts his head before picking the bottle up, resting his BB gun against the fence as he does so. He shakes the bottle around, smirking as you stumble around the bottom. "Now why the heck do I gotta do that? You lookin to say you're sorry for running away?"
Running away? You quickly put two and two together. He's only modestly surprised to see a tiny person because he's encountered them before. And if he's assuming you're a runaway...
"I'm not a runaway. I just woke up tiny like this... I need an adult's help." "Oh. A wild tiny? You shore?" "Wild? No, I have a degree! A degree in....um..." your memory is foggy. "Well at least I had a home. And I went to school! Now please take me to your parents." "What. You don't wanna hang out with me? Gollee you are annoying little guy. I dun have to take orders from you. You're practically an action figure." "No. I'm not. I'm." "Action. Figure." The boy thuds his finger against the bottle twice as he dismisses your objections. Before you can reply, he wraps the wrapper off of the bottle, immediately removing any cover it might have presented you. He proceeds to twist the lid entirely shut, turning the bottle into an inescapable prison with no cover.
You sit inside of the bottle, looking at the boy, feeling more vulnerable than ever as the giant kid sizes you up. In contrast to your minimal attire, the blond-haired boy is clad in overalls, a shirt, a straw hat, and the sneakers that you saw before.
"Yeah guess what little guy? Finders keepers. I found you. And apparently you don't belong to the farm. So guess what that means? I can do whateeeeever I want to you. He says, shaking the bottle, sending you tumbling around inside. "wheee ain't that fun little guy." He says, chuckling at your tumbling form's panicked expression. After a bit more playing, the blond haired boy pauses in contemplation before deciding what to do with you...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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