Evelyn peeped through her daughter's door and saw her laying on her stomach atop that old twin mattress. Sarah was completely engross in her phone and would likely stay that way until dinner. "Hey Sarah, how was school today?" Evelyn asked. "Fine, stopped by the gas station for some snack afterwards". Sarah responds bluntly, not bothering to look up from her phone. Evelyn was in towards the head of the bed by Sarah's shoes. "Hey, shoes off the bed remember? I don't want to keep washing your sheets every week!" Evelyn teased and watched as her daughter lazily tugs at the heel of her shoe with her other foot until it popped off and repeated the action with her other one. A nauseating odor drifted from her socked feet as they settled back down. "Hey while you're at it, maybe take a shower tonight?" Sarah scoffed at her mother's words and replied "Yeah yeah, I'll take one after softball tonight".
Watching as her disinterested daughter immersed herself once again into the device in front of her, Evelyn slowly removed you from her pocket and pressed a button on the rubber seal. Immediately green gas was expelled from small holes in the ceiling, choking you with the metallic taste of chemicals. Then, unscrewing the lid, Evelyn slowly tipped the glass vial over above Sarah's feet until you were sent tumbling, helplessly onto her socked soles. Evelyn watched with glee as the tiny human struggled against the thick aroma of sweaty socks and slowly climb up to the girls heel. You had just reached the summit desperate to escape the toxic odor when Sarah finally felt your presence on her feet. Using the toes on her other foot, Sarah scratched blindly at her heel inadvertently smashing into you head and sending you tumbling back down to square one at the base of her toes. Noting how quicky you had scaled the foot, Evelyn tapped away at a watch-like device around her wrist and soon enough her inch tall subject was slowly shrinking out of view. Unable to fathom the growing vast expanse of what was once this girl's foot, you fall to the ground choking on foot odor so strong you could taste it on your tongue. You eventually stop shrinking at just under a millimeter. The world was like an alien planet with woven fabric creating massive mountains through the various folds of sock. You can see the ground growing steeper as you walk and know that you must be heading up to the heel. In the hour or so that it takes you to reach the arch of the foot, Dr. Wright shouts from the other side of the house that dinner is ready. Your world is flipped upside down as Sarah groans and hops off her bed. The world goes dark and you hear a monstrous crash all around you as Sarah's foot impacts the floor. Quickly you realize that you are not dead but instead, due to your size, are now stuck fast to the bottom of Sarah's sock as she walks down the hall.
Evelyn watches as Sarah bounds down the stairs and settles into her seat at the dinner table. As she places food in front of her family, Evelyn watches Sarah's feet anxiously tap and rub against one another eagerly awaiting the meal. She had spent all day wondering what it was like for her subject, trapped under those stinky feet. A thought made more exciting by the fact that Sarah was completely unaware of the torture she was inflicting on another person through her poor hygiene.
You live in a world of hot and smelly darkness occasionally brought to light each time Sarah took a step or tapped her foot. After ravenous bites of dinner, Sarah rushes back to her room and slides her sneakers back on, sealing you within their unrelenting interior. The question is, are you able to survive through all this?
