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clumsiestgiantess · 6 months ago

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Just for y’all, a short that became a little two-part story (next part coming soon) inspired by this post by @tinyascanbe

@thetinylittlespider @entomolog-t @tinyundercover y’all seemed interested in this unforgiving angst, so here you go!

Blood trickles down my arm for.. I don’t know, maybe the fifth time? Sixth? I’ve only been like this for three days. Already the threat of bleeding to death is a common occurrence for me. It’s not like I have much blood to bleed out anyway. I’m.. I don’t know how small I am. The grass is taller than my head, and bugs can be anywhere from forearm length to larger than myself. I really just want to go home.

I was jogging through one of the nearby neighborhoods like I always did, when something felt wrong. Lightheadedness clouded my thoughts, so I’d stepped into a lawn beside myself to avoid getting hit while I recovered — perhaps I hadn’t drank enough water. However, by the time my head cleared, I was standing below the grass I’d previously been stepping on.

At first it was just confusing. How could something like that just happen? For a while I had myself convinced that it was some weird dream; I hadn’t even woken up and started my day at all. However, things got real rather quickly once my search for a clearing in the forest of weeds and blades of grass landed me at the edges of an anthill. I’d been chased out of there — hounded down and nearly bitten to death.

Their jaws.. mandibles.. whatever the hell they are.. nearly tore my limbs right off my body. I had to beat at their eyes and heads relentlessly until they were forced to let me go. I just wasn’t strong enough to get out of their grip. To think I once flicked them off me without a second thought. Now, after managing to get far enough away from them to stop and look at my injuries, I found that all it took was a few hard bites to put a limb out of commission for the day. Thankfully, I hadn’t gotten many more than that, or I would’ve lost a limb permanently.

It was like I’d been dropped on an alien world. I’m all for a good hike, and I know a decent amount about camping out in nature, but no survival guide had ever told me how to kill a beetle the size of my torso for a meal, or warned me that said beetle could then turn and try to make a meal out of me. That was about all the hunting I was up for once I was left with large gashes torn out of my back and arms.

Every day and night since then I only became more and more aware of just how awful life had become. I’d gone from believing it was a dream, to begging for it to be a dream. Though if anything it’s a nightmare.

My only hope is getting to the house that this yard is connected to. If I could just get someone who isn’t a bug to find me — someone who wouldn’t try to hurt me on sight or stare at me with an emotionless terrifying face as I pass by. I’ve barely drank anything the last three days, and I know I haven’t eaten. Sleep is basically an afterthought. Everything starts shrieking at night, and even if it were silent, something might come and drag me away the moment I doze off.

By the dawn of the third day, I start hallucinating. I- I swear I can hear my friends voices. They’re here somewhere with me, right? They came to find me, right?! I can’t.. die out here alone.

There! Oh my god there’s someone here! “HELP!” I screamed, stumbling blearily through the endless stalks of grass. They’re running from me; why are they running?! “PLEASE! COME BACK!”

I.. might’ve fell? Scrambling upright, I rushed through the grass and weeds that seemed to have grown denser with each step. I couldn’t run through them anymore and begun clawing at their stalks, desperately trying to carve a path through. How did they get through so easily?!

Sobbing angrily, I shoved and pushed and clawed- and passed out. It could’ve been an hour or a few seconds later when I came to. I was in a ditch of dirt, grime coating my arms, shoulders, and especially fingers — everything I’d used to make my way through the strangely dense plants. For a brief moment I sat in silence, then bubbly laughter began to wheeze uncontrollably from my parched throat. “I was clawing up dirt the whole time!” I gasped through almost manic laughter. “It was pointless! I- There wasn’t anyone there!”

And that’s where I’m at: bleeding out from the wounds I tore open yet again — curled up in a ditch I’ve dug for myself. It’ll most likely be my grave. My stomach growls angrily and my insides start to burn. The acid inside it jumps up my throat, and my uncontrollable giggling quickly morphs into a sob. “Please… I- I can’t do this anymore…” I whimper, clutching my stomach only for my atrophied muscles to spasm and ooze blood from my cuts.

“JUST KILL ME!!!” I shriek into the void, “IT HURTS!!!” One moment I’m laying there in my own blood and tears, the next I’m being dragged away by something. Some large and furry creature starts dragging me across the ground with one of my legs in its mouth. I let it. At least I’m going somewhere.

I.. think I fell asleep? More accurately I probably just slipped out of consciousness. But I wake up once pain begins tearing freshly against my back. I’m no longer being dragged over dirt, but rough concrete. The front step. Holy hell, I made it. Forgetting about wanting to give up, I kick the creature as hard as I can with my other leg. It squeaks, drops me, and runs off.

Slowly and agonizingly, I drag myself to the first and only step. If it were day one or maybe two, I could’ve managed getting over it, but now, starting up at the top from the ground… it’s impossible. I’d die trying to make it up. “Someone h- help..” It was supposed to be a scream, but I couldn’t even manage that. Panting in pain and sobbing in desperation, I silently beg someone — anyone — to come find me. No one does.

I wake up in complete darkness, unable to move. Terrified that I’d died, I cry out. “H—?” Well, I try crying out. I hear rumbling, like distant thunder. If it rains I think I should drown myself at this point. There’s a scraping around me. I’m inside a box or.. some kind of container. Sudden light flashes into my vision and I yelp, closing my eyes as they painfully adjust.

“Y- You woke up?” A voice echoes through the air — far too loud to be normal. I blink through the new lighting and stare up at the person towering over me. A middle-aged woman looks down from above, baffled. “You… I- I thought you were dead!” I flinch at her exclamation and turn away, only to find myself at the bottom of a small box made to fit a bracelet or necklace. The perfect size to become a makeshift coffin for something my size. “I-” I cough as my throat closes up for a few seconds. “I’m sorry?” the voice from above asks. They lean closer in time to catch the tail end of my coughing.

“Oh! Here, I’ll get you something to drink. I- I’m so sorry I sealed you in a box; poor thing! I.. thought you were already dead, but I was too fascinated to bury you quite yet.” I’m not sure whether to be thankful for that or be terrified by it. What do you mean, ‘fascinated’? I didn’t have the strength to get up so I just sorta.. lay there, staring at the ceiling way too high above me.

When she comes back, the giant- ..human. Human, not giant. I’m just.. small. She tries to sit me up, but my whole body tenses in pain and I cry out in agony. I’m released as she flinches, and I fall back to the bottom of the box with another sob. “Oh honey, I’m sorry!” she apologizes hastily, “I- I didn’t mean to do that. You- You’re hurt! Here, let me help you.” She dresses my more obvious wounds, gently moving each limb as she cares for it. Picking up my hand, she gently turns it over — pressing it between her fingers as she scrutinizes it.

“You’re.. so small,” she says in awe. “You aren’t a fairy-tale creature, are you? You’re wearing.. normal clothes.. so I’d think you aren’t. Those shouldn’t even be that small…” I briefly glance down at my under armour tee.

“Are you…? Did you…?” She keeps pausing, unsure what to say. “Were you normal-sized before?” I nod weakly, and she gasps. “Oh no! How long have you been out there for?” With a shaking hand I manage to hold up three fingers. “Three hours? That must’ve been awf-” I interrupt her with a head shake. “Three.. Three days?” That time I give a nod. “No wonder you’re in such awful shape! I can’t believe it… I found you curled up at the bottom of my doorstep. I thought you were my youngest’s toy at first, but when I picked you up you.. started bleeding.” Her voice grew hushed, mind wandering.

“Do you have anyone at home to look after you?” she asks me. I begin to shake my head, then pause as the realization dawns on me. I.. can’t even go home. I won’t be able to get anything to help myself. The gigantic person leans down over me to check my understanding and I quickly shake my head so she’ll get back. “Oh.. that’s alright, honey. I’ll take care of you in the meantime. Do you need anything now?”

“Wa— Water-” I manage to choke out. I desperately wanted to talk to her — to ask her if she could bring me something more comfortable to lay on, or at the very least feed me. The woman nodded, “Of course! I forgot I even brought this. You’ll have to sit up, though. You’ll choke otherwise.” I knew that. I want to sit up. However, I can’t even move without severe pain stopping me. “Here, let me.” Fearfully, I watch her fingers slide down to the sides of my head. I cry out, trying to duck to get away from the massive digits. Her squeezing and pressing my hand was terrifying enough; I was nearly convinced she would accidentally twist it in the wrong direction. But my face.. my head?! One strong grip will be enough to cave my skull in.

“No, no, no! Shh, it’s ok! I won’t hurt you; I’m just trying to help.” “I -n— th-t!” I squeak out, nearly incomprehensibly. My muscles sting while I try in vain to cover my face. As her fingers nudge my head upwards, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to force away the horrible dark thoughts. This is what I wanted — someone who can help me... So why is this just as terrifying as being outside?! I nearly scream as the pad of a gigantic finger rests at the back of my neck. I can feel the strength wavering just behind it. I can feel just how little pressure she’d have to apply to get it to snap.

My head slowly gets pressed upward, and I can’t help but sob slightly. “Aww, you’re alright little one. I’ll be very gentle,” she tells me sweetly. With tiny crumbs of food, and an oversized cap of water, she feeds me — right out of her hand. It’s.. the only way I can eat without awful pain, but it’s humiliating! After the first few bites to save my stomach from eating me alive, I debate going hungry rather than letting this happen.

After letting me eat for a while, the woman places a torn-off piece of a cotton ball beneath my head where her finger used to rest. I want to ask: ‘you couldn’t have done that earlier?’ but hold back. Mostly because my voice still sounds awful and unrecognizable, but also because I need her. I can’t yell at her to get away from me, unless I want to try surviving on my own again…

“Alright,” the woman sighs, startling me from my thoughts, “I’ve got to get to bed. Will you be fine, or do you think I should stay up to watch you?” “I’ll be f-ne,” I rasp. She nods slowly, “Ok.. I’ll come check up on you a bit later, alright? Should I leave the light on?” I shake my head. “Just call for me if you need anything; my name’s Kristine.”

Stepping away from wherever she placed me, I watch her hand reach up to somewhere beyond my view and click off a lamp to the side of me. For a long while I lay there in complete darkness with nothing but my thoughts and the dull throbbing of.. basically everything. It was only then, in the middle of the night, when I actually needed to call her, that I realized I couldn’t. My throat was too scratched up. I fall back asleep with my stomach roiling.

The next morning, I wake up to an empty room. Without a gigantic person hovering around, I feel brave enough to test my injuries. Things finally seem to work again. I can get up out of the little box I’d been placed in; I can speak properly. Wandering the dresser where I stand, I use the free time to stretch my muscles — figure out what I can and can’t do. The food and water I was given still sit beside the box, so I help myself to it. I’m practically starving again.

After filling myself to satisfaction, I notice a cord running down the back of the dresser. It’s such a tempting idea to slide down it to the floor… Surely I have enough time to explore and come back. She might not be back for hours. The logic seems sound enough to me. I head for the space between the wall and the dresser and cautiously slip between them, shimmying downward. It’s not so bad of a journey, but then I get to the opening at the bottom. The place where the dresser stops and I can’t wedge myself between the large walls to stop myself from slipping. With all the horrific events prior, my spent muscles can’t keep up with the sudden weight, and I tumble what must be the equivalent of eight feet to the floor.

Oww. That wasn’t the smartest thing for me to do directly after recovering, I’ll admit. Standing wobbly to my feet, I look around the vast space. Every piece of furniture, no matter how small, looks like a skyscraper to me. It’s simultaneously terrifying and incredible at the same time. Dust hangs in the air — reflecting sunlight like ambient lighting. The carpet flooring nearly reaches my waist like an open field of high grass.

I get about a quarter of the way across the room before the gigantic door to my right swings open. My heart thunders rapidly in my chest as I watch the giant person step into the room. I try my hardest to convince myself I’ll be alright. This isn’t an actual giant — just a person who looks like one from my tiny perspective. She won’t try to hurt me. Yet, I rethink my decision to stay instead of hide once she steps directly towards me while completely unaware of where I am.

“Wait!” I cry out fearfully as her foot approaches, “I’m down here! Don’t-!” My words cut off as I brace myself for an awful weight to crush me down from above. “Oh! Oh my gosh I nearly stepped on you, little thing! Why are you on the floor?” Little thing? “I- My name is-” A hand the size of a large truck descends and snatches me into a fist before I can finish speaking. Did she even hear me speaking?

Now I really am frightened. I writhe in the giant woman’s grip, but to my horror, she only giggles. “Oh stop it! That tickles!” Trapped on all sides by warm skin, I try kicking at the walls but it’s completely useless. Seconds later she opens her hands and I fall ungracefully back into the little box where I’d woken. I yelp in pain as I hit the bottom. “Hello?!” I cry in outrage, startling the behemoth who dropped me. “Could you be a bit gentler!? I could barely move yesterday; I’m lucky just to be able to get up and walk around!”

I’m given a pitying glance, which only makes my resentment stronger. “Aww, even if you do get hurt again, I can always fix you up! Besides, I don’t think it’s such a good idea for you to be wandering around the place, anyway. Who knows what other ways you might get hurt. I almost stepped on you just now!” “And who’s fault is that?” I mumbled. “Here, I’ll be right back,” she tells me, slipping easily out of the room. As if she hadn’t completely skipped past the point that I wasn’t getting hurt — she was hurting me.

With Kristine gone for quite a while, I expected her to bring back fresh food for me, maybe something comfier to line the box that’s now my bed. Instead, she comes back with a large plastic container with a snap-on top that’s lined with slits and features a little magnifying glass window — a cheap creature container. A horrified chill seeps through my skin and clings tightly to my bones. “No… No! What do you think you’re doing with that?!” I scramble out of the little box and make a run for the electrical cord, but my muscles tense with pain and I stumble across the counter.

My bruises scream agonizingly as I fall against a wall of flesh. “Wait-!” I’m scooped up into a palm and deposited on the cold surface of the plastic container. My voice cracks as I realize what’s going to happen to me. “Please! I- I just want to go home! I have a life! I have a family! You can’t keep me here!” My captor smiles softly at me, then begins filling the container with various items for me: a few blankets cut out of fabric scraps, some cotton balls, a little container of food and a bottle cap of water. “Honey, I’d love to take you home, but you’d have no one there to take care of you. I’m sorry, but keeping you here is the safest thing for you. You’ll be fine; I’ll get you whatever you need!”

I blanch at how calmly my captor tried to soothe me. As she reaches to place the lid over the top of the enclosure, I make another attempt at freeing myself. “B- But.. Can’t I at least stay out there?” She shakes her head and my heart drops into my stomach. “I’ve been meaning to hide you somewhere, anyways. I don’t want my kids finding you small like this, and I don’t think you do either.” “I can hide from them! I can-!” I’m cut off as the cage lurches forward into my captor’s arms. I watch through teary-eyed vison as the container is brought into a walk-in closet and shoved onto a high shelf. Moments later, an old shirt is thrown over the top of it. “There,” I hear Kristine say satisfactorily, “That looks perfectly hidden!” Then, her footsteps begin to fade. “NO! WAIT! COME BACK! Please, you have to come back! I can’t live here like this! PLEASE!” I desperately hit the side of my cage — banging on it to call for her return. My desperate voice echoes around me now that everything’s covered. I fall to my knees and cringe awfully as pain ricochets up my arms and legs. Panting in pain and sobbing in desperation, I silently beg someone — anyone — to come find me. Still, no one does.

#horrible transition from field to cage for this tiny character…#hopefully the next part will treat them a bit better #g/t #giant/tiny

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