A blinding explosion of light. A light grenade set off in your own room. The weird tingling sensation of every molecule in your body being ripped away from this universe to be brought back to solid ground in one heartstopping instant, punctuated by the bruise inducing indentation you make when you fall flat on your face.
"Mugon... Murffle-fur?!"
A face full of dirt doesn't help your pronunciation any. You raise your head and don't stop as you trace along a long, branchless stalk of grass that reaches twenty feet above you.
"Oh... Crap..."
That's not normal. It isn't normal in the slightest. Either the world spontaneously grew a hundred times larger and forgot to include you, or you've shrunk down to about two inches high! You don't quite care for either of these options right now. They both suck equally!
How are you supposed keep yourself alive now?! How are you going to get food, water, shelter, how are you going to live when you're mouse sized?! Why did this happen to you?!
"Why me?!"
You scream into the night, the pale light of the moon indifferent to your new height, the world at large doesn't shed a single tear for you or your plite. A light breeze blows the grass into motion, knocking a leaf from a nearby tree. You shiver, it's cold out tonight...
*Thump!*
A loud thump brings you back to reality in an instant. A second thump follows this one, then another grows closer. A rhythmatic series of ground shaking sounds...
Something's coming.
Some unknown, no doubt bloodthirsty creature.
And you're just the right size for a quick snack.
Oh shit.
You pull yourself out of the ground and dive behind a boulder-sized pebble just as a sharp, dark blue horn rises over the horizon. White fur, red eyes glaring loftily at all below their three hundred foot height, a sickle shaped horn rises above their head...
That's an Absol! How can that an Absol?! Absol's a Pokemon, Pokemon shouldn't exist in real life, they're fictional monsters!
And yet, this monster is all but fictional as their long, downy legs take monstrous step after step, flattening tall grass tufts with each landscape demolishing stamp of their deathly black clawed paws. Oh god, what did you do to bring this disaster upon you?!
An aura of misfortune seems to follow the sharp eyed monster as you peak out from behind your lowly cover, watching as it stomps closer...
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