"Ugh…" Rhythmic thunder shook Madison from a brief, hazy sleep. She sat up, rubbing her temples as she tried to fight off a massive headache. "What the hell happened?"
Madison opened her eyes and her heart leapt into her throat. Everything was huge. Some purple light source lit the otherwise dark, vast space. Dozens of people, each hundreds of feet tall, milled around. They danced and laughed and chatted, all blown up to a horrific scale in Madison's eyes. She tried to make sense of the sprawling scene but it felt like she'd been transported into another dimension. It wasn't until she saw huge Greek letters hanging on one of the walls that it all came flooding back to her.
Admittedly, Madison wasn't much of a party-girl. Her best friend and roommate Lauren had all but dragged her to the sorority house. She'd spent most of the night following Lauren from room to room, nursing a singular beer, and trying to gracefully escape entanglements with college students in various states of inebriation and undress. Eventually the pair settled on a couch to chill for a bit. They sat there talking for a while until Lauren (who was already pretty tipsy) went to grab another drink for Madison and herself. Madison had been anxiously awaiting her return when everything went black.
Madison's mind began to race. How small was she? Pinky-sized? Almond-sized? Was she standing where she'd been sitting before? Where was Lauren? Was this the imprint of her butt? What happened to her phone? Was her butt that big before? Was she hyperventilating? Pushing through the tidal wave of panic, she ran toward the edge of the couch, spurred by desperation.
"HEY! Down here!" She yelled trying to get someone's, anyone's attention. "Help! Please help!"
Between the pounding music and the constant crash of conversation, Madison's voice never had a chance of reaching any partygoer's ears. She was about to start waving when a realization hit her like a truck: she was shrunken. If one of these people discovered her, she'd most likely be made into a toy or pet or worse.
Madison backed away from the edge of the cushion. What could she do? She was tiny, surrounded by strangers, and stranded atop a sofa. She ran her fingers through her curly hair, trying to formulate some kind of plan. Not half a minute later, a shadow swept across her world.
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