You remove your weapon from your belt and aim it up at Abby as she peers down at you curiously with a huge smile on her face and lunge towards her in an effort to scare the girl. Instead, Abby giggles. “You’re so funny.” She says, as her hand reaches towards you.
You take a step back out of reflex from seeing something so massive moving towards you and prepare to stab her incoming hand with your weapon. Just before you’re about to strike, her fingertips close on your weapon, bring it and you, skyward. You struggle to keep your grip on the weapon but your hands are sweaty and your grip slips from the weapon’s hilt and you fall into Abby’s awaiting palm.
You lay there, your heart hammering in your chest as Abby flicks your weapon away carelessly and brings you closer to her acne-ridden face. You attempt to crawl towards her fingers which elicits a chuckle from Abby as she watches you. Her hand turning slowly as you pass between her middle and index fingers and find yourself on the back of her vast hand.
From Abby’s perspective, it’s like watching a frazzled ant.
With nowhere else to go, you try running across the back of her hand and up her arm. Abby watches you gleefully until you disappear from view.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Abby asks as you find yourself on her shoulder. Looking up, you can see the hulking mass of Abby’s neck and ear surrounded by a curtain of hair. You know what lies below you as well, a deep plunge down Abby’s shirt. What do you decide to do?
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