Finn Hudson was just tripped by his high school tormentor, David Karofsky. The jock stepped on his untied shoelace, causing Finn to fall over when his shoe wouldn't lift up. To ensure that would not happen again, Finn tied his green Nike sneakers. He mentally cursed at Karofsky, noticing a scuff of dirt near the sole. These were brand new, dammit! He tutted his lips, scoffing. He was just about to stand up, when his eyes drifted towards movement to the left of his sole.
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You blink, worriedly. Has Finn seen you? Or is he zoned out, thinking about God knows what? He blinks, his eyes widening. He opens his mouth, stuttering to get words out. He breathlessly whispered one word, only one word left his lips, "M-Matt?"
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Finn couldn't believe his eyes. Matt Jones, the new kid, the new male lead, was standing before him, no taller than his own shoes. "M-Matt?" He whispers, awestruck. Finn is so stunned, he only sees one of the Cheerios at the last second. He makes a speedy grab for Matt, shielding him from the dusty slip-ons--at the cost of one of his own fingers getting stepped on. He releases a small grunt of pain, the fist going to his chest. His thoughts go back to his shrunken classmate...
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Your world goes dark as Finn hurriedly reaches towards you--so fast, you barely have enough time to register it. You squeak and turn to run, daunted by the giant peachy hand on the already too-tall football jock. The dark world moves slowly, then stops for a few moments. As his hands part, letting light leak in, you see the white fabric of his shirt. You look up to see Finn's surprised face once again. His eyes widen once more, as he whispers, "Th-This isn't real. I'm dreaming. I'm gonna wake up, it'll be algebra. Y-Yeah." He closes his eyes, shutting them tight. After a few moments, you understand that he understands that this is very, very real. "Oh--oh, shit!" His voice grows in volume with urgency. He clutches you tightly--a little too tightly--to his chest. Your world goes dark once more, though you can feel his heartbeat in his chest. By the sound of it, he's as freaked as you...
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Finn Hudson is freaking out. He's just discovered that one of his friends was now smaller than his freaking toe. His TOE! He has no idea what to do. He takes one more peek as he clumsily makes his way to the male restroom. At this time, it'd be empty, hopefully...he uses his back to push open the the door. Empty. Thank God. Finn shuts the door, using the doorstop to barricade it shut so nobody stumbles upon the situation. Finn carefully deposits Matt Jones onto the the pearly white sink.
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Your feet touch the sink, safe to be back on solid ground. Even if it a little high...and the fact you're staring right at Finn's crotch. Thankfully, he leans down, staring intently at you. You're now eye level with the teenage Goliath. Finn opens his mouth, stumbling over his words, "I--you--wh--" He's so perturbed, he can't get a word out. You decide to speak up, "Look, Finn--I don't know how this happened, but quite frankly, I don't really care. I need help! You've gotta help me!" He closes his mouth, considering what you said...
"Look, little dude..."
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