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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1958231

Can you help these poor mice survive, or will your decisions be the death of them?

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Chapter #5

Roles reversed?

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         You wake up and rub your eyes.
         You feel like you're hung over for some reason. You'd think you'd remember drinking last night. You rub the back of your head, feels like someone hit you with a flashlight. As you rub, you hit your ear, however something's wrong. Your ear has less fur on it from before, it seems more... round. You noticed other things. The bed feels more like cold rock, the ceiling feels higher, and your tail is bare of fur. You're a micen!
         You gasp and pinch yourself. It hurts, so you aren't dreaming. You run to the toaster, it's reflective metal shows that you still look like yourself. You start to breath heavily, what if someone recognizes you? You turn around and sit back against, sliding til you sit down. This can't be real! You heard a familiar noise. Your stomach growled, reminding you of breakfast. You sigh, remembering it's Bibi's day off and that you wont get any waffles today. You'd love to have an actual waffle house. You shake the thoughts from your head and noticed something. You noticed you have an increasing crave for micen. Now you're the same size, so you doubt you'd be able to swallow one whole, let alone get away with eating one.
         You see a hole in the wall and walk towards it. It's probably the way to the pantry. As you headed towards it, something caught your eye. A small metallic piece, glittering and yellow. A piece of gold? You walked towards it, curious as to why someone would drop it. When you picked it up a string snapped. You cursed. String wrapped around your leg and lifted you up, slamming your back against the marble counter floor. Now you hung upside down, caught with a snare around your ankles. You fold your arms in front of your chest, mad at yourself for not being able to see one of Gertrude's most archaic traps.
         "Well lookie what I caught." Her voice was heard, coming out of the hole you were heading to.
         You gave her a stern look. "Get me down from here, Gertrude."
         She walked over and picked up the gold piece "Usually micen are smart enough not to grab something precious just sitting there."
         You repeat your command, "Get me down from here, now!"
         Gertrude smirked and kicked a string connected to a leg of the toaster. The string above you gave way and you landed just below your neck.
         You make a painful grunt as you hit the marble. "Gertrude, I'm going to forget you did that! Be more careful."
         She laughed at you "And who the hell do you think you are?"
         "Take a good look!" You sit up and gesture towards your face. Gertrude tilts her head to the side...
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