The sun hung low in the sky as I trudged through the forest, enjoying the peaceful sounds of nature. It had been a calm day until a strange glow appeared in the clearing ahead. Curiosity got the better of me, and I stepped closer, only to feel the ground tremble beneath me.
Before I could react, the world spun around me, and everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, the world had changed—or rather, my perspective of it had. Massive blades of grass loomed overhead like skyscrapers, and the forest floor felt like an endless, uneven plain. I staggered to my feet, looking at my hands in disbelief.
"I... I’m tiny?" I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself.
Panic set in as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. Was this some kind of magic? I didn't have much time to think before the sound of heavy footsteps thudded nearby. Each step shook the ground, and I froze, staring at the horizon.
A massive figure appeared, casting a shadow over me. My jaw dropped as I recognized her—Charmy Pappitson, the ever-enthusiastic member of the Black Bulls. She was humming to herself, holding a basket filled with fruits and vegetables. Her puffy hair bounced with every step, and her carefree smile glowed as she moved through the clearing.
"Hey, is that... someone down there?" Charmy suddenly stopped, her emerald eyes narrowing as she glanced down.
I realized too late that I was standing in the open. Her gaze locked onto me, and her expression shifted from confusion to surprise.
"Oh my gosh! A tiny person?" she exclaimed, kneeling down. Her face loomed closer, filling my entire field of vision. "You’re so small! How did you get like this? Did someone curse you? Did you eat bad food? Are you edible?"
"N-No, I’m not edible!" I shouted, waving my arms frantically.
Charmy blinked, then grinned. "Oh, good! That means I can keep you!"
"Wait, keep me?!" I stammered, backing away as her enormous fingers reached out.
Her hands were surprisingly gentle as she scooped me up, lifting me to her eye level. I could feel the warmth of her palm and hear the soft hum of her excitement. She tilted her head, studying me like I was some rare treasure.
"You’re so tiny! Like a little snack... but cuter," she giggled. "What should I do with you? Oh! I know! You can help me taste-test my cooking!"
I paled. Charmy’s cooking experiments were legendary among the Black Bulls—not always in a good way. "W-Wait! I don’t think that’s a good idea!"
Charmy ignored my protests, her excitement growing. "Don’t worry, little guy! I’ll take good care of you. You’re like a tiny pet or a friend I can carry around!"
Before I could protest further, she tucked me into the folds of her fluffy scarf. It was soft and warm, but I couldn’t help feeling like a doll being bundled away. As Charmy continued her stroll, humming happily, I couldn’t help but wonder what bizarre adventures lay ahead in her care.
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