While the sight of Zara's hand descending to snatch you up still caused you to flinch, at least she'd put on gloves that would prevent your newly cursed body from instantly fusing with the skin of her fingers. The fact that this was now a concern you needed to be constantly aware of for your own preservation was equal parts exhausting and terrifying. Just the idea of a simple accident involving being crushed by a giantess now leading to your demise was enough for your entire perception of the world to be shattered.
In fact, as Zara placed you into her breast pocket as she walked out of her office and to her car, you didn't even try to seize the chance to escape. Instead, your brain descended into a spiral as you re-evaluated all of the relationships in your life, and how your new very-likely-permanent condition would re-shape those encounters. Women who often liked to get a bit touchy-feely with you, women who were prone to accidents involving you. Hell, even your own wife. How could you ever be intimate with her again without it being your last time before forever fusing to her flesh? It was extraordinarily depressing.
You passed the drive in silence, gently sobbing as you wrestled with your new condition 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 vulnerable 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.
You were eventually pulled out from Zara's pocket, and held in the black-haired scientist's hand. You quickly surveyed the landscape, and realized you were on the Weston University campus. Right in the middle of the quad, in fact, as Zara stood almost directly in the middle of the sprawling side-walk crisscrossed lawn. A popular location for students to both mill about as they hurried between buildings for classes, or just relax during breaks. Also a fairly dangerous spot given how many people passed through on a given day, and the utter lack of affected-only pathways (courtesy of, of course, Penelope). But, all told, this was hardly a horrible spot to be! You had friends on the campus that would help you if you could just get to them!
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 your new flesh-fusion curse worked, and who was responsible for doing this to you. 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.
You turned your attention towards Zara as she cleared her throat. "We've arrived, little guy! This is where us normal people go to school to do real human things, although I do know that a fair few tinies foolishly waste their time here instead of embracing being used." Zara sighed theatrically, and you resisted the urge to curse out this woman, knowing your words would just bounce off her brainwashed self anyway. "But, I do believe we'll gather some incredible data by testing you in the field like this, don't you agree?" Zara giggled. "Have an amazing day, sweetie!"
With a lazy roll of her wrist, Zara turned her palm and let you tumble off onto the ground below, splattering onto the sidewalk. Zara then sauntered off, and you realized that with the tracker inside of your body (permanently, apparently) it wasn't as if she needed to be nearby to monitor you. Groaning, you slowly stood up and began to take stock of your surroundings...when suddenly all hell broke loose.
On the other side of the quad, you spotted a door swinging open and a herd of students meandered outside. Then, in the other corner, that building started spewing out students too. Then, as if triangulating around you for maximum suffering, a third building let out a horde of college students. Apparently, the current class block had just ended, and now the lawn you were trapped in the middle of was rapidly filling up with hundreds of students and teachers, an accident involving any of whom could spell your doom!
Forcing yourself to calm down and evaluate your options, you reached a decision and started running off towards...
1) ...the nearby lecture building, which you know is where Dodger, Sydney, and Rosa have their music education classes. Miraculously, you manage to reach the building and make it to their classroom!
2) ...your daughters and their friends, as you can just barely spot the forms of Riley, Juli, Persephone, and Zoey across the way. Though hazardous, you manage to make it to them...but now what?
3) ...the shelter of the nearest building, but before you make it, you're intercepted by one of the tiny-tormenting sadists of the Omega Gamma Phi sorority!
4) ...the shelter of the nearest building, but before you make it, you're intercepted by one of the obliviously dumb and flirty members of the Love All Tinies club!
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