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tinyundercover · 3 months ago

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cassie!

a one-shot about a young borrower girl in the pepper & felix universe <3

you don’t need to have read pepper & felix to read this! :)

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Exhaustion hung from Cassie’s small frame. Her boots dragged along the dusty wood beneath her, wobbling with each uneven step. A miserable noise escaped her, and she hugged herself.

The insides of the walls towered over her. Barely nine years old, Cassie had never ventured this far into such an unfamiliar place, especially not on her own.

She whimpered before she could control it, and suddenly the wall besides her slammed into her shoulder, sending a sharp pain rocketing through her body. It took a few seconds for her to register that she had fallen against the wall, and she winced in response, rubbing at the soft sleeve of her pale dress as she stumbled back to her feet.

A distant rumbling sound found its way into the air, and Cassie’s lips tightened. Although she had spent most of her life living outside, she would recognize the sound of human footsteps from a mile away.

She supposed she had ventured her way into some sort of human living-space, but she hadn’t exactly had a choice, considering the thunderstorm that had descended upon her outside.

As long as I stay in the walls, I’ll be fine, Cassie thought decidedly, although the aching pain in her stomach offered some objection.

Within thirty minutes, Cassie stumbled her way into a secluded gap in the walls, large enough to fit multiple borrowers comfortably. Dust coated the floor and walls in a thick gray layer, but it wasn’t anything that the young borrower wasn’t used to. With a swell in her chest, Cassie dropped to her knees and began to unpack her satchel.

She didn’t have much. A blueberry, a thumbtack, a fraying quilt, and a loose hoodie were all that she retrieved, but she immediately felt more comfortable with her belongings laid out in front of her. The child wriggled into her hoodie— a thick, gray article of clothing that her mother had sewn for her a few months ago— and pulled the hood up, concealing the light curls of her short hair.

After taking a nibble of her blueberry— not too much, of course, her mother had drilled into her just how important it was to ration her food— Cassie wrapped herself in her quilt, pulled her thumbtack into arm’s reach, then laid against the hard, cold floor. The nine-year-old’s lashes fluttered as she quickly fell into an uneasy, dreamless sleep. She wasn’t used to being alone like this, but she was strong. She was almost ten years old.

She’d be okay.

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Two days had passed, and the thunderstorm outside failed to cease. Cassie was, inevitably, trapped inside this building.

The walls had become a lot more daunting the longer she spent alone. Cassie shivered, leaning against the wood frame. Thoughts of her mother drifted through her mind, but she firmly shoved them away, despite the anxiety gnawing at her chest. She could do this. She could wait just a little longer for the thunderstorm to pass— then, she could venture back outside and return to where her mom would be waiting with open arms.

It had been entirely an accident, when Cassie had become separated from her mother. She didn’t mean to wander off, and she certainly didn’t intend to trap herself inside this building, where the giant, echoing footsteps of the humans surrounded her constantly.

Her blueberry had quickly vanished within a day, and her hunger continued to gnaw at her. Cassie chewed her lip, hugging her thin stomach.

The humans would have food, right?

Almost immediately, Cassie scolded herself, shaking her head until her light brown curls bounced. If her mother had taught her one thing, it was that humans were bad. There was absolutely no reason Cassie should ever put herself close to one… even if it was just to grab something to eat, before the humans even noticed her.

The rumbling footsteps passed by again, and Cassie trembled, pulling her hoodie tight around herself. Once the storm passed, she could go back outside and forget these humans existed. She’d be okay.

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Cassie was, unsurprisingly, not okay.

Her hunger had been difficult to fight, and with a heavy, terrified heart, Cassie stumbled her way through the walls again, her thumbtack gripped tight in one pale hand. She knew that the thumbtack would be absolutely no match against a human if she were to be caught (a sickening thought), but even the smallest weapon brought her some comfort.

When she finally came across a gap in the walls— a thin, barely noticeable crack reaching from the base of the floor to an inch above Cassie’s head— the borrower halted, twirling her thumbtack nervously. She waited for a moment, and when no stomping sound of human footsteps greeted her, she gathered enough confidence to peek through the crack.

An enormous space greeted her. A ceiling stretched high above her head, so high that the yellow light fixture seemed a tad bit blurry. Unfamiliar pieces of furniture surrounded her, some of which she vaguely knew the names of— a bookshelf, a long blue couch. Everything surpassed her in size, and Cassie suddenly felt very, very out of place.

The borrower chewed her lip, heart pounding. She hadn’t even come across a human yet, but icy fear was already gripping at her wrists and threatening to drag her away. Was this even worth it?

Her stomach whined, weak and painful, and the nine-year-old rocked nervously on her feet. Her decision made itself, and she squeezed through the gap in the walls and stumbled out into the wide open space of the apartment.

She immediately froze in place, as if a human might descend upon her at any moment, but the apartment seemed emptier than ever. Silence greeted her, and with a nervous flutter in her chest, she walked forward.

Almost immediately, the floor shook with distant footsteps. With a wild gasp Cassie scrambled backwards.

The sight of a real, live human entering the room sent cold terror spiraling down through Cassie’s thin ribs until it settled into a cold rock at the base of her stomach. She stiffened.

This human was tall, unbelievably so. From down on the floor, Cassie could barely make out the definition of their shoulders and face, impossibly high above her, positively towering. They moved with an enormous elegance, walking across the room, and Cassie suppressed a startled noise.

The emptiness of her stomach long forgotten, Cassie spun around and darted back into the safety of the walls.

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Cassie understood that being caught by a human meant that she would be killed.

Her mother had drilled that knowledge into her from the moment Cassie was born, and Cassie had spent her entire life avoiding humans. She had grown up outside, in a beautiful garden with her mom, living off of berries and rainwater. An elderly human woman would occasionally appear to tend to the garden, but Cassie and her mother ignored her, for the most part.

Now, her small hands shook with both fear and hunger, clinging to her thumbtack, while she backed herself into a corner.

Having gone three days without eating anything, Cassie had finally mustered up the courage to explore the human’s apartment again. She had wandered her way into a kitchen, and while she had been surveying the towering counter, trying to figure out how to climb up to the tantalizing fruit bowl which almost seemed to mock her— the floor had rumbled beneath her.

The human— the tall, enormous, terrifying human— had entered the kitchen through the massive front door, and Cassie had scrambled into the corner, where the cupboard met the wall. She was mentally berating herself for not having a proper escape plan, heart racing with terror. Her mother would be disappointed with her— if, of course, she ever managed to see her mother after this.

She felt dizzy. The human didn’t seem to have noticed her yet, despite how close he was to her. He was doing something on the countertop, out of sight from Cassie. Her heart continued to pound, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the human’s towering legs. Two enormous shoes taunted her. If the human barely glanced to his right and spotted Cassie— would he even hesitate to stomp on her?

A weak whimper escaped her lips, and she slumped further into the corner, her thumbtack threatening to slip from her trembling grasp. The hunger was almost more overwhelming than the terror, gripping at her chest. She had never been this close to a human in her life, let alone by herself. A sob grew in her throat.

When the human turned, an enormous shoe approaching, she couldn’t stop the shriek from escaping her.

The shoe halted. Cassie suddenly found that she couldn’t contain her tears— and as the human shifted, a pair of startled blue eyes landing on her, her knees buckled and she collapsed against the wall, sobs wracking her tiny shoulders.

The human made a noise akin to an “oh,” but Cassie barely processed it. She could hardly breathe, icy panic tearing its way through her body, seizing her muscles. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t back away enough from the enormous form standing in front of her.

She let out a choked noise as one of those massive knees suddenly bent, and suddenly the human was kneeling down, bringing himself closer to her, and icy fear shot up into her throat.

“No, wait!”

The words escaped her before she could control them, and suddenly Cassie was lost to begging and pleading, her voice catching in breathy sobs. Her shoulders pressed into the firm wall behind her. “Please, wait, don’t—! I don’t— I don’t want— please don’t kill me, I— I— please!”

Her vision instantly filled with water and blurred. She couldn’t handle being this close to such a massive being. He was too big. His presence overwhelmed her, overpowering and terrifying, and he was going to grab her at any moment. Within seconds, Cassie would be dead, or trapped in an unrelenting fist, or— or—

“Oh, no.”

Why hadn’t he snatched her up yet? Cassie’s breath hitched, and she peeked her eyes open, only to flinch back. The human took up the entirety of her vision, a blue sweater hovering over her, two enormous hands resting on massive knees. He was speaking, his voice quiet and startling soft, but Cassie barely processed a word that left his mouth. Do humans eat borrowers? Oh, god, please, no. Cassie sobbed.

“Please, just take a deep breath, I’m not gonna hurt y—”

The human’s hand moved, and before Cassie could think, she bolted.

She didn’t exactly have anywhere to go; while she would have preferred to sprint away from the terrifying human, she had no choice but to stagger along the wall, towards the doorway. Her legs moved slower than she would have wanted, due to the hunger ebbing at her body, but she hoped that she would be fast enough to somehow escape the human in time.

She was not.

The human said something, a quick rush of startled words, and suddenly Cassie was being swept up into a hand.

A hand.

“No!” Cassie shrieked, panic coursing through her body like electricity.

Her arms lashed out in terror, and the human flinched as soon as the point of her thumbtack made contact with his palm, leaving a red streak in its wake.

Unsurprisingly, her thumbtack was useless against a hand three times her size. Despite the initial wince and the soft “ow” from above her, it took no effort for the human’s other hand to descend upon her, gently pinching the scarlet blade of the thumbtack just as she was preparing to slash again. Cassie let out a strangled gasp as her only weapon was tugged effortlessly from her grasp, and she wept, tears pouring freely down her face.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed, crumpling back into the human’s enormous, powerful fingers. “I’m so sorry, I’m so— please don’t hurt me, please, please, I’m sorry, I don’t want to die, please—“

She felt like a fool for attacking him. The human had trapped her in his hand, and the very first thing she did was give him more reason to hurt her. She could barely handle this human looking at her; there was no way she’d survive him being angry. Her stomach lurched.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Cassie choked out, burying her hands in her loose curls. “Please. I’m so sorry.”

“Wait,” the human said, voice hushed, and Cassie flinched back. It was difficult to even meet his blue gaze as it searched her tiny trembling form. “Wait, don’t apologize. It’s okay.”

“I’m— I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Cassie was very aware of the fact that she was being cupped in two powerful hands, both of which greatly surpassed her in size, but they hadn’t snapped shut on her yet. She was on the verge of blacking out, her weakness and hunger and terror overwhelming her.

“I promise you’re safe,” he continued, and vaguely Cassie wondered why he seemed so worried. Surely, he wasn’t scared of her.

He could do anything he wanted to her. He knew that, right? She certainly did.

Cassie took a deep, shuddering breath, desperately scrubbing at her wet face. The human merely shifted his shoulders and she flinched, then broke off into choppy breaths.

The human’s gaze flickered with worry. “How… old are you?”

If she didn’t answer his question, would his gentleness disappear? Cassie swallowed thickly. She supposed she should be lucky that he was holding her so delicately, the way a human would hold a trembling baby bird.

“I’m nine.”

“Nine?” The human echoed in surprise, his large shoulders jerking. “Oh, no.”

Cassie stayed silent, hugging herself. An enormous blue gaze scoured her small form, seeming hesitant. If Cassie didn’t know any better, she would think that this human appeared to be afraid of her. The massive hands enveloping her form shook slightly underneath her.

“What’s… your name?” He continued after a moment of chewing his lip. “I’m Felix.”

She blinked up at him, heart racing. She was still expecting him to turn on her at moment, but instead of flattening her or shoving her in a jar, this human was offering his name?

“Cassidy,” she said weakly. His head inclined towards her to hear, a strand of blonde hair falling between his eyes, and Cassie’s stomach dropped. Fear continued to crawl up through her ribs, and she shrank into herself.

“Cassidy,” the human echoed. “That’s pretty. You… you’re a borrower, right?”

Any semblance of safety crumpled completely. Cassie’s shoulders jerked back, alarm bells shrieking in her mind.

He knew about borrowers. He must have experience with borrowers. Terrifying images whipped through Cassie’s mind, of borrowers being trapped in cages, experimented on, snatched up between hands. Her throat tightened, and she flinched back, shoulders jerking into the large fingers cupped behind her.

When her blurry gaze refocused on the human above her, his face had softened, blue eyes searching her anxiously. “Woah, hey. It’s okay.”

“Please don’t kill me,” Cassie sniffled, and his brow knit worriedly.

“I’m not going to.” His voice was quiet. After a tense moment, he asked, “would you feel better if I put you on the counter?”

“Wh-what?”

“I just… I… I feel uncomfortable with you down on the floor. Is the counter alright?”

She wasn’t really sure what he was asking, her mind fuzzy with fear and hunger, so she simply nodded. The human paused, taking in her trembling reaction for a moment, before he slowly shifted back.

“I’m gonna stand up now, okay?”

His words sent a tingle of panic down Cassie’s spine, and she stiffened, gaze dropping to the enormous palms below her. When the human’s enormous body moved, knees shifting, she could barely contain a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut.

The sheer power of the human in front of her made her want to cry. She had known that humans were big and scary, but this was absolutely terrifying, how easily he could snatch her up and move her around without a second thought. Perhaps she was lucky that he seemed too fond of her to kill her, in a strange, stressful way.

Her eyes snapped open as soon as the hands below her tipped, and suddenly she was stumbling off onto a smooth counter. Her knees buckled immediately, and she collapsed, hugging her heaving chest.

He had set her down. She wasn’t exactly sure why he had brought her up closer to eye level— but she was grateful to finally be on a solid surface, away from his overpowering hands.

He stood in front of her, large hands resting delicately on the edge of the counter. She took a few deep, shuddering breaths, which he was clearly willing to let her do before he spoke.

“I’m sorry for grabbing you,” he began gently, and suddenly his hand returned, a thumbtack pinched carefully between his fingers. A jolt of surprise found its way up Cassie’s spine. “Here. I wasn’t gonna keep it, I promise.”

Cassie took a few more uneven breaths, staring up at him, before she cautiously reached forward. Her hands were so shaky that she could barely wrap her palms around the thumbtack, but after a few seconds she had her weapon resting assuredly in her lap, and the human’s hand retreated.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I’m really not going to hurt you.” The human paused, brow furrowing in concern. “I promise. My… my friend is a borrower, too. I wish he was here to talk to you, but he’s visiting his sister right now, and I…”

He trailed off, chewing his lip, and Cassie only blinked. This human considered a borrower to be his friend?

He could be lying, Cassie reminded herself. He’s probably just making this up. Probably.

“Do you have– I mean, are you… are you alone?” The human asked, hesitating with his words. “Are your parents around?”

Cassie’s lip trembled, and she dropped her gaze. The fight had left her body a long time ago, and exhaustion now dragged her down, weighing heavy in her chest. “My… my… my mom.”

It felt disgusting, to reveal something so personal to a human, but her stomach was aching so badly and she could barely think anymore. As terrifying and overwhelming as he was, this human had offered her a shred of kindness, and after three days of solitude she was desperate for anything.

The human remained quiet, expression open and inviting, and after a shaky breath Cassie continued. “I lost my mom somewhere. I came in here to hide from the storm. I…I’m sorry for intruding. I just… I’m sorry.”

Concern crossed the human’s face. “The storm started… what, three days ago?”

“I think so,” Cassie sniffled.

“You’ve been alone for three days?”

“Yeah.”

The human paused, blue eyes shining with genuine worry. “You’re nine.”

Cassie nodded helplessly. The human seemed especially agitated about something, but her terror prevented her from asking what it was.

“Have you eaten anything?”

Cassie hiccuped. The onslaught of questions made her head spin, but she was just grateful that the human would rather talk than kill.

“Not really,” she responded weakly, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. Her vision darkened again, a stark reminder of how empty her stomach was. “I– I came in here to look for food. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to bother you.”

The human stayed quiet for a moment, blue gaze flickering with an indecipherable emotion. Cassie’s breaths were small and wobbly.

“Let’s find you something to eat,” the human finally said, voice softer than ever. Cassie’s head jerked.

“Huh?”

The human’s large hands approached the fruit bowl, and his attention briefly turned away from the borrower. “You’ll feel better if you ate something,” he said kindly, plucking a grape off of the vine. “I promise.”

Cassie blinked, eyes wet, as Felix turned back towards her. With a swell in her chest she took the grape from his offered hand, and it wobbled between her small palms. “Thank… thank you.”

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I didn't really intend to create a new character, but Cassie just popped into my brain a few weeks ago and I needed her to meet Felix raaahhhh

I hope you enjoyed this!! I am so happy to be back and I can't wait to start posting writing and art again :P

#pepper & felix #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #borrowers #g/t fearplay #unintentional fearplay

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justme315 · 3 months ago

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New family 1/?

Next part:

! Warning !

swearing, angst, fear, step-family, g/t family, abuse, mention of abusive giants, gigantophobia, mention of the character being religious, sickness

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I was fucked.

I'm sorry for using that kinda language but I really was. You see, my whole life has been destroyed by thoese damn giants.

Sorry, I don't think I introduced myself yet, I'm Zack.

Me and my mom were always a team. After my dad has passed away when i was 6 she was the only person important to me. It was basically us two against the whole world.

Something that might also be important for you to understand my story is the fact that we live in a world full of humans (like my and my mom) and giants. Giants are.. humanoid 60-ish feet tall creatures. Easily to say - their dangerous. The government rightfully understood the danger and the fear of us humans and created 'human-only' zones, cities, countries even. There were also a few 'giant-only' zones, but I'm not really sure why. It's not like the giants would fear us. Most of the places thoese enourmous beasts live are simply 'mixed-zones', places where both humans and giants can live. Thank God that me and my mom always lived in a 'human-only' zone. I was always skeptical and yeah, terrified of giants.

My mom was different though. Maybe she was just dumb (sorry for saying that mama) but she just couldn't sense danger. She worked in a company that required her to sometimes travel to 'mixed-zones' or 'mixed-cities'. I was always opposed to that but she.. enjoyed it. She even said that she made some giant "friends". I never believed in their honesty though.

But what changed my life once and for all, had happened when I was just 16. Well, going on 17 already, but yeah, still 16.

I never ever once questioned my mom's romantic life after my dad has passed away. She just.. never acted like she wanted to start a new relationship. And I was very okay with that.

But one unfortunate day, just after she came home from one of her business trips she told me that she has got a boyfriend.

That was weried to know, I mean c'mon, picturing your mom having a crush, dating, falling in love etc. is just.. weried and kinda disgusting if you ask me.

Of course, I questioned her and soon I reaveled her secret.

"Zack, I have been dating him for a little over a year. I was just scared of how you might react. But now, I must tell you since.. he proposed."

That felt like I was stabbed straight into the heart. How could she have kept having a boyfriend a secret from me for so long? Why would she? Being lied to by her felt horrible. I thought we were a team - we always told echother everything. But I guess I was wrong.

Really soon I found out that my mom's boyfriends (and now fiances) name is Andrew, that he was just slightly older than her and had two sons about my age, he was also a widower, and according to my mom, we had much in common.

I really couldn't understand why my mom would keep her boyfriend a secret. Untill she revealed she wanted for us to move in with him and his sons. I mean, she had a lot of planing to do, as she was soon to get married again, so that was kinda understandable. I wasn't opposed to moving into a new home, but changed my mind really quickly when my mom reaveled that our new home would be in a mixed-city. I mean, I was never even in that kind of a city, never even seen a giant in real life and was hella terrified of them! She should've understood me. Before she 'fell in love' she always has.

I asked her a milion times if Andrew and his sons can't just move in with us but she always found some excuse. Once, our house was too small, then his older son didn't want to switch universities, another time Andrew was scared of loosing the job. It was always a stupid excuse. Untill she finally reaveled the truth.

You see, Andrew, my mom's husband-to-be was a giant. And so were his sons.

To say that I was mad and scared was an understatement. I felt lied to. I felt like I was being dragged into something I didn't want to be a part of. I, understandably, questioned the honesty of my moms relationship, which angered her the most. I was angry with my mom for over two weeks after finding out about the size of my soon to be step-family and barely spoke with her. I couldn't be away from her for long though and forgave her, but in my heart I still had plenty of doubts.

My friends didn't help ease my fear. I told my best buddies at school and the stories they have told me only made me more afraid and suspicious of the said Andrew and all giants at that point.

"Don't y'all remember Joseph from middle school? He moved to a mixed-city with his parents. He was stepped on by a giant and died!"

"That's nothing compered to what happened to Amy. A quick death is better than being tortured. She is my cousin. She moved to a mixed-zone because she wanted to go to a better collage. One of her giant male classmates kidnaped her and done horrifying things to her. Once she was found she had missing limbs, many scars.. She was mentally, physically and sexually abused by him for months, untill they found the giant. And he barely got any jail time for that! She's still in mental health hospital!"

"My dads best friend Thomas was freaking eaten alive!"

Yeah, I think 3 stories is enough to give you the idea of how freaking terrified I was of the said 'step-family'. Some might say I am a specist (a person that discriminates based on the species (giant and human)) but I wouldn't agree. I don't really think that a human can be a specist becouse we are in the more vaunurable position. Also, I don't hate giants becouse of their size. I hate and fear them because of how brutal and cruel they are towards humans. Maybe a giantophobe would be a more appropriate term for me.

That day was the worst day in my entire life. And it's really hard to beat the day my dad had passed away.

We sold the house. We were at the airport. All ready to go to a mixed-city, over the wall that the government made.

Mom was all smiley and happy, her nose never leaving her phone.

"Andrew texted me that he and his boys are at their side of the barrier already, waiting for us. They can't wait to meet you!"

Right, didn't I mention that they all knew echother, but me?

"I just can't wait to show you the city and our new home!"

I was standing there quiet. No matter how many times I told my mom that i don't agree with her choice of dating a giant or for the fact that I didn't want to move away into a mixed-city she would always say that I will change my mind once I overcome my fear. Hell, I would.

I held my bag closely, trying to hold onto whatever I have not to lose my composure. I was terrified and angry, sure, but showing thoese giants from the start that they have some power over me, even though it was obvious, wasn't something I would do. At last, if I could hide my emotions.

Just a few minutes before our flight, a flight in the opposite direction landed. I saw all those humans, coming back from the mixed-city, most of them seem okay. That made me confused and curious. Would it really be all that bad?

Untill I saw a girl, probably my age, on a wheelchair. I mean, there is nothing wrong with disabled people, don't get me wrong, but she was crying so she easily got everyone's attention. A woman run up to her.

"Mom!" The girl sobbed, opening her arms to hug her mother. The woman tried calming the girl down but she just kept crying and screaming "It was just supposed to be a student exchange program!! This scary giant crushed my legs!"

The girls voice echoed in my head. It was different to hear stories of distant people, but to see someone hurt by thoese monsters in front of my own eyes was completely different.

Even my mom lowered her phone and looked at the girl with pity in her eyes. I prayed to the Lord to open her eyes and return home safely with me.

"Poor girl" she signed "That must have been a.. horrible accident".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Accident?" I looked at my mom angrily, finally letting my emotions out "A giant crushed her legs".

"Honey, I'm sure they didn't mean to.." she looked at me, somewhat shocked at my defensiveness. I shouldn't have expected her to understand. She just simply couldn't sense danger. And that could get both of us killed.

"Her legs were crushed by a giant, mom!" I raised my voice, even so slightly as I couldn't believe how blinded she was by her feelings.

"Zack, calm yourself down" she looked at me more strictly now, as I was getting other peoples attention. I couldn't bare the thought of how stupid this all was. I just wanted to be home. Or anywhere at that point. Anywhere but in a spece where giants were allowed.

"You-" I began to speak.

"The flight 16-399Bhc** is preparing to take off. We ask all the passengers to board the plane within 5 minutes. Thank you and have a good flight" said a voice from the speaker.

"That's our flight!" My mom cheered up and grabbed my arm, pulling me as she ran to the plane.

She was so excited it made me feel like I was gonna puke.

Don't get me wrong, I always loved planes but this time I felt uneasy. My whole body was shaking ever so slightly, I felt like I was about to puke, I swear I heard my heart pumping blood, my head was spinning..

That can easily be called my worst ever flight.

After we landed I needed a good 15 minutes in the bathroom to regain my composure.

"Honey, are you alright?" I heard my mom knocking "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine mama, I'll be okay" I mumbled, though I didn't feel like I was going to be okay for at last next few hours. I was also convinced my life was about to end so why bother worrying my mom. But before I cross the barrier of the airport, I didn't have to see or interact with any giants. Maybe me feeling sick was actually a gift from God to give me more time to get ready for what was about to come? As I was almost ready to go I hear my mom speaking:

"Honey, are you sure? I texted Andrew and he and Ethan are worried sick. They can drive us to a hospital"

And then I got sick again at the mention of the giants.

Oh, you might not know who is who. Andrew is my moms 45 year old husband-to-be, but I'm sure I have spoke about him already. Ethan is his older son, he was 21 back then. His younger son - Ryan - was 17.

After, what appeared to me as a minute and to my mom as an hour I finally could exit the bathroom.

My mom rushed me, saying that the boys have been waiting for us long enough. I was feeling less and less okay. I couldn't keep my emotionless demeanor. My eyes felt heavy, my heartbeat fasten as well as my breathing, my legs were shaky and I was not able to say even one word.

As I saw the enourmous glass wall behind which were a ton of giants, I felt like I was going to faint.

Or simply turn around and run.

My mom stopped in her trucks and looked at her phone. After maybe three seconds of reading what I supposed was a message form Andrew she looked into the direction of 3 giant men waiting and her eyes started to freaking sparkle and her smile grew.

She then looked at me and pointed in the direction of thoese giants, who weren't looking at us, thank God.

"That's Andrew! And Ethan and Ryan!" She said with an excited expression.

Andrew was surprisingly the shortest of the group. He had brown hair that were turning grey, a short beard, thick glasses, a blue sweater and more elegant pants. He was overall a handsome middle-aged dude, if it wasn't for the fact he was freaking enormous.

Ethan was talking with him. He had fluffy brown hair and was slightly taller than his dad. He had a few freckles and dimples on his cheeks, his smile was truthfully welcoming. His white hoodie also looked very comfy.

The tallest one was the youngest - Ryan. He had black, short hair, a pierced ear and stylist clothes. If he would have been a human, he looked like one of the popular kids that you always look up to. I really liked the belt he had, same with the rings on his fingers.

All three giants had the same eye color - hazel.

My mom grabbed me again and pulled me into the direction of the glass wall that was the last thing keeping me outside of the reach of giants. She looked so happy to see them that it was hard to recognize her. She only ever smiled at me like that before.

Soon enough, we were close to the exit of my comfort zone. My fear only grew as we were closer to the giants. It was still probably about 20 feet between us and the door when Andrews eyes rested on us. I felt the enourmous gaze and felt like I was stung. Soon both his sons eyes locked on me and my mom. She realized quickly and slowed down with the running. She then waved at them. Andrew and Ethan waved back. Ryan stood there, looking maybe a little conflicted but surely also kinda annoyed.

At that point I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. My heart ached. As well did my head. My legs were shaky. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath correctly.

If you think you're not socially awkward, three giants looking down at you with their enourmous eyes, almost scanning you as if you were an insect would change your mind right away. And if you are socially awkward like me? Well, you would feel as if you were just about to die.

My mom rushed me again, ready to exit the safe space, that only allowed humans. I walked behind her, but I wasn't as excited or as fast. Partly, becouse I wanted to be out of the giants reach for as long as I could and partly becouse I was feeling worse and worse.

To be honest, I don't know what was making me feel bad. Maybe it was all the emotion, fear, anger and all, maybe it was my mental health killing me and shouting at me that danger was close, maybe it was the horrible flight, maybe it was my body being sick. I don't know.

What I do know is, each step I took, the more powerless I felt. My legs felt to weak to hold my bodyweight.

My mom was already by the exit door when she turned around to rush me again. I was maybe 7 feet behind her, still surrounded by the enourmous gazes of those three giants, two of which were smiling. Their smiles made me sick in my stomache, but Ryan who was the only one not smiling made me feel ever worse somehow.

I totally expected my mom to yell at me to hurry up, based on how excited she seem but she just stared at me for a secound with wide worried eyes and then returned to me.

"Are you okay honey? You don't seem too good"

I wanted to answer her but it came out as a soft yelp. I thought I was going to puke again.

Faces of the giants became more serious and worried. I didn't like that expression either, to be honest.

I looked back at mom as she reached out to me and raised her hand to my shoulder for comfort probably.

"Are you scared Zack? Is that it? Because if it is, I assure you, they won't hurt us. Ever." She spoke in a soft, quiet voice. Her expression didn't show anger but she looked more understanding than any other moment of the past few weeks. She spoke with such confidence I could have believed her.

Well, I maybe even would have if I didn't faint.

Because just a moment after she spoke my vision went black and my body felt weak. The last think I remember before fainting were thoese scary gazes and my mom yelling:

"Zack!"

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