You didn't even try to run as Zara's hand closed around you. Even at one-inch you wouldn't have stood a chance, but at 1/8th of an inch? Running would've been a fool's errand of the highest order. You were so inconsequentially small, so pathetically insignificant, that it wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. The fact was hammered in even more by just how massive Zara's hand was in comparison to you, and just how monumentally her fingers dwarfed you. You were like little more than a speck compared to her now, and that sobering realization floored you, to the point where you, again, didn't even try to run or fight.
Zara placed you into the breast pocket of her coat as she walked out of her office, and again you barely took up any space in the confines of the pocket. Had you been more dutifully focused, you may have even been able to scrabble out to freedom, as Zara clearly looked at you with such belittling non-effort that she hadn't realized escape was possible. But in your soul-crushed state, you did nothing but sit in the darkness of her pocket as the woman who may very well have ruined your life with blissful ease strolled out of her lab and got into her car, a happy smile on her face.
You passed the drive in silence, gently sobbing as you wrestled with your new height and the unfair circumstances that had led you to this moment. Eventually, though, your sadness gave way to a stubborn determination. It could not be understated just how small you now were, and how much more difficult your life was about to become. But, your were Matthew Goddamn Jacobs, the world's most cursed and unlucky tiny who had still carved out a life and legacy despite everything stacked against you. You refused to let Zara Reed, and by extension Penelope Graham and the CTC, defeat you. Even if it was the hardest thing you'd ever do...you'd get your life back on track after this. You swore it.
The sound of the engine stopping clued you in that your captor had eventually reached her destination, and she soon withdrew you from her pocket. After your eyes adjusted to the light, you couldn't help but gasp in surprise as you took in not only the sight of your own neighborhood, but also of your own house! Zara had taken you right to the number one place you wanted to go, your own house! She'd delivered you directly to the three giantesses surely most likely to help you out of this nightmarish situation! Was she over-confident, dumb, or just through with the experiment and now returning you like the contract said she was going to? Whatever the reason, this was your chance!
Of course, the Perma 0-B-D-N-C coursing through your veins might be an issue, as you knew it would prevent you from speaking out about exactly how you'd shrunk and who was responsible. You'd been infected by 0-B-D-N-C once before by your old tiny-sitter, a twisted sadist named Rika, and had spent a week dutifully following her commands and serving her, however disgusting her orders. It had been hell, because inside your mind you were still conscious and screaming, but outwardly you just couldn't get yourself to stop following her commands. As such, you knew that you were in a bit of a pickle.
But someone would help you. Surely.
Zara then grinned down at you, looking for all the world like a beautiful and excitable middle-aged scientist, like an overly enthusiastic school teacher. You knew the truth though. "Okay, little one! Here you are at home? Aren't you so excited to see how your relationships will have changed with your family now that you're a fraction of your size? Oh, it should provide such wonderful data!" Zara giggled. "Have fun in there, sweetie!"
Zara then reeled back and flung you forward, and you quickly noticed that she'd spotted a cracked-open window along the side of your house. Zara's aim rang true, and you sailed right through the open window. Due to your small size, Zara's relatively tame toss was enough to give you the momentum needed to fly at crazy high speeds through the air, and you couldn't help but scream as you entered your house, sailed through your own bedroom, and came to a crashing halt in the middle of the upstairs hallway. Your body squished and smushed along the plush carpeting.
You groaned and hastily reformed, though you couldn't help but be briefly stunned by just how tall the carpet fibers around you were. They were taller than you, forming a sort of carpeted jungle that prevented you from completely seeing in every direction. It was staggering just how small you were now, and it reminded you of a scene from an old vintage film about a scientist shrinking his family and them getting lost in grass outside. Only, unlike that film, your 'grass' was carpet, and this was totally real and not some simple film.
Far off in the distance, you watched in awe at the towering, goddess-like form of your wife stepped briefly out of the bathroom, grabbed a towel and wash cloth, then vanished back inside. Clearly, she was about to take a shower. Then, even further away, you saw that Juli's bedroom door was ajar, and you could hear the sounds of her chatting and laughing. Most likely she was streaming. You didn't know where Riley was, but she was probab--
BOOM!
Your eardrums exploded, and you let out a scream as Riley's pink, fuzzy, sock-clad foot slammed down a mere inch away from your body. The earthquake her foot caused bounced you into the air then knocked you over onto your back, and you found yourself staring at your daughter's building-sized foot, then trailing up her brain-breakingly long legs to see her towering above you and stretching into the sky. Your blood chilled, and you gaped in shock, while Riley merely smiled and kept walking, soon vanishing into her own room. She hadn't had a clue you'd been almost smashed into paste under her.
Getting yourself together, but now keenly aware that this was much more dangerous than you'd initially surmised, you ran through your options and tried to think of what to do.
1) You head to the bathroom, slipping inside and hoping to catch Mari's attention before she starts her shower.
2) You head to Juli's room, going inside to try and get her attention while she's streaming.
3) You head towards Riley's room...only for Riley herself to meet you first by unexpectedly jogging back into the hallway! Without time to react, you end up being crushed underfoot!
4) Instead of hastily going for help, you instead go downstairs to the kitchen table and try to construct some sort of message that will get the attention of your wife and daughters from a safer distance.
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