This choice: Your world despises you and scapegoats you when you return • Go Back...Chapter #7The world is in chaos! by: Shrunkensens When you were returned to your world, you were greeted by a smoldering scene of desolation. Debris that was sent into the air by your’s and the giant teen’s steps was still floating in the air. Fires were ravaging the landscape, and columns of water were shooting into the air thanks to the destroyed fire hydrants. And the ground was completely flat, only marked by the signature of giant tress. The only structure that remained standing for a radius of a few hundred feet was your house.
By this point, Eric and Jake we’re still around. Wanting safety from the air quality, you three head into your home, chatting about what happened in your living room. The two of them admired your work in saving the world as you told them about your endeavors both in the giant world and in as a giant. Eventually both of them decided to try to go see if they could find any remaining structures of your home.
Once alone, you turn on the TV to try to relax. However, the channel that first flashes on is the news, displaying your huge visage causing destruction. The cameraman’s perspective from the ground was radically different from that of your’s perched like a skyscraper. During combat, you had failed to see that you stepped on your country’s government buildings while your were fighting that one giant. But the news footage shows clearly the normally massive office building collapsing under the weight of your much larger converses. The perspective then shifts to your face, where it looks like you’re smirking. Then it is announced that there will be a $1,000,000 reward for your capture. The news coverage then shifts to a news briefing of military officials. Apparently the entirety of the executive cabinet was meeting in that one office building you crushed, having a special retreat from the capital. Without leadership of the government, the military announced that they would establish a junta to take over the country. Their first order of business was to capture the perpetrators, in particular, you.
Shutting off the TV, you run up into your room, stuffing a backpack with your things. But then you hear your door being knocked down and shouting from what seemed to be either police or the military. Putting on your backpack, checking for your phone and captives in your pocket, and slipping on your Adidas NMD running sneakers, you then use the remote to shrink yourself.
Instantly the room enlarged around you. You shrink the remote with you, grab it, and run into the closet and look for a place to hide. There wasn’t much on the floor, save for your shoes. You decide to make a dash for your boots, climbing up the lace to hide between the laces and the tongue. Even starting outside the miasma of your boots was overwhelming. Then you hear multiple footsteps running up your stairs. The booms are louder until a young soldier appears in your vision. He must be only a few years older than you, and seems to be fairly tall (which is only amplified by his giant nature). Looking in your closet with a flashlight, Je determines you aren’t in there, and then leaves. It takes only about five minutes to hear one of the soldiers report on a walkie-talkie. “The suspect is not on the premises. However, we have found the portal. It is a red crystal in the backyard. Touching it will transport a person to a giant world.”
Pulling out your phone, you open your texts. Then, realizing that the military junta must be monitoring all communications, you open WhatsApp and text Jake. “Dude, they’re looking for me and trying to blame it on me. Can I hide with you?” You shoot off another message. “Already shrunk” Within two minutes Jakes responds “Yeah. Get out of the house and text me where to meet you.”
You were able to slip out of the house and make it through your yard. The military had already set aside your entire property with caution tape, but there was only a few guards in the front yard. Seems like most of the action was with the crystal.
You made it off your premises, but was would normally be a simple task took over an hour. Eventually, far enough from the soldiers, you stopped at the stop sign at the end of your street. You texted Jake to pick you up there. Within five minutes, your buddy came jogging around. He was wearing his running gear. It seemed completely normal, excerpt you noticed on his quickly approaching sneakers that one of his shoes was untied. “Strange,” you muttered, “Jake never has untied shoes.” As he approached the stop sign, you could hear from what seemed like a voice from the heavens “Oh no, my shoes are tied.” Jake them stopped and grabbed the stop sign. He looked around for you as he deliberately seemed to be catching his breath. You waived your arms trying to catch his attention. Then his eye caught you, giving you a wink. His face was dripping with sweat, glistening in the sun. He then lifted up his untied shoe and dropped it right next to where you stood. His sneaker, which was clearly used more than it should, had many small holes from wear that Jakes was probably oblivious to. The smell of it was also rank and filled your nostrils, causing you much discomfort. Jake then kneeled down and reached for his shoe laces as you grabbed onto them. As his hand covered you, you let go and his palm brought you into his pocket. While he was trying his shoes, a solider yelled at him to leave the area. Getting up, Jake ran back home.
Once Jake got home, he took you out and place him on his desk. You looked up ready to thank him, but then you heard...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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