This choice: She is patient and the punks decide to do what she said. • Go Back... Jenn chewed her lower lip in anticipation, stretching her right leg out and spreading her toes along the grass, putting her weight on her back left foot. Her toes scrunched the(to her) little blades of grass and waited to see if they'd agree to her new demands. This remote was so much fun! Now these gross punks were cut down to the size they should be!
"C'mon, guys...don't make me repeat myself." Jenn said, a little impatiently. She sighed. "Look, little bug punks, you're nothing now! You've been made into exactly what you should be, little tiny things to be squished under MY glorious feet. I've always been better than people like you, and now there's no disputing it. So come up and kiss my feet, show me you accept your lowly position and maybe I won't kill you. I've been thinking of getting a new pet, and you all would do nicely!" There was no response, or movement in the grass. She rolled her eyes. "I'll start trampling all of this grass, pipsqueeks. Either play nice and love the foot, or go squish under it."
Inside the labyrinthe of grass, the remaining punks and the one goth girl huddled together.
"Maybe we should do as she says..." Said Jack, a purple haired punk. Beside him, Ziggy(a dirty, hippy style punk with shaggy hair) stood comforting Misery, the goth girl, who still wept at the horrible death of her boyfriend, Josh. This evil bitch never even considered Josh a person! To her, they were nothing! And who could blame her now?
"She's so horrible!" Misery said, trying to stay quiet in case the giantess' could hear them. She looked up from thier vantage point huddling just a few short steps away from the center of Jenn's pinky toe and her next toe. Her massive legs towered above them. Hell, her pinky toe loomed above them!
"I know, I know..." Ziggy said, once a happy-go-lucky class clown, now a subdued and terrified tiny man.
"I mean, she just shrank us all! She killed some of us! Who does she think she is, doing that to someone? Doesn't she know we're people?"
"No," Jack said, gazing up, "No, I don't think it occured to us that we were people. Ever. We were always nothing but insects to her, and now she doesn't even care about squishing us."
"She's playing with us." Ziggy said. Jack nodded.
"Yep. And why should she? No one's ever going to search for us on the bottom of her foot." Jack continued.
"I wanna go home...I wanna see my mom and dad..." Misery said, starting to cry. Ziggy shook his head.
"I think our only hope is to do as she says." Jack replied. They both looked at him. He raised his hands in exasperation. "What else are we going to do?! Run away?! Try to get home? Even if we did, what then? I'd hate to see what my little sister would do to me at this size. IF I could even get her attention! Like our families are going to examine thier feet long enough to see us jumping up and down!" Misery cried harder. Ziggy watched him seriously.
"Maybe if we do as she says, and worship her...well, maybe she might end up seeing as people and restore us." Ziggy suggested.
"Or she'll step on us like bugs, like she did to Josh!" Misery said.
"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE, LOWLY PEASENTS? WORSHIP ME OR DIE?!" Came Jenn's godlike voice.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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