Massive Punk
Cheating Death
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
Once, twice, three, four, honestly Luke had lost count as his vision would begin to blur. He feeling his body continue to simply diminish, losing size with each stomp of her massive sneaker which only seemed to get bigger and bigger before his very eyes. The nearly unheard rumble of her booming stomps slowly growing in volume.Boom Boom Boom Boom BOOM!, the ground only continued to quake more and more as each one simply pushed you further and further into the ground. Her shoes becoming far more than buildings near skyscrapers which smaller buildings could fit in between the treads of. Finally and perhaps mercifully, Luke would feel that cold darkness embrace him once more as he would pass out.
Although he knew this was not the end, even as he slipped out of consciousness, it would never be the end for him until he perhaps shrunk down into nothingness. Though was there a limit to just how small he could go before reality had enough? As he would open his eye's shortly after, he wandered if this would truly be put to the test. Eye's fluttering open, the fogginess of him slipping back from being unconscious was slowly fading away and yet even as it did, he would still feel lost. The terrain he found himself on was rigid, a familiar color which he couldn't quite put his finger on. Massive ruts deeper than her was tall surrounded him for as far as he could see. Above him, a large structure jutted out ever so finely, almost like an awning which cast a darkness upon this land, making it harder to see.
As Luke would turn around, he would notice that this place had a sun, a huge black sphere which looked more like an abyss, somehow casting an emerald green sky around it which took up the entirety of his vision. The green part of the sky which held such minute details that it looked alien to Luke who simply couldn't help but try and figure out where he was. "Man you're fuckin' tiny." Dropping to his knees and covering his ears. Luke's thought would immediately be crushed by this sound, this all encompassing sound which rumbled the area and including himself. It causing him great pain to even try to withstand it, let alone make out what it was. Though, as it would end, and as he thought he could here the remnants of...words. It would all seem to click with him.
The memory of what had happened before he had passed out, Trish Pierce. The delinquent at his school which stole him from his friend Diana. Promptly crushing him in front of her without even really knowing he'd survive it. Only to then proceed to test and see just how small she could make him as she repeatedly stomped him into the ground over and over. Very slowly Luke began to realize just what this landscape was. Looking around again, mouth open, his bottom lip quivering as he wanted to scream. This landscape, the color he had found familiar, was a flesh color. The ruts in this ground which surrounded the entire area, they weren't ruts at all. They were prints, a pattern of sorts. That monolithic structure in the air, it was a damn nail attached to a damn finger. Luke was hopelessly lost on the tip of Trish's index finger...or was he?
Slowly, he would turn around,s tumbling and falling back to his ass as he did. He would look up to the sky once more. Letting out an angry cry as he realized just what it was. That black sun, it was her fucking pupil, and what he assumed was the sky for this place, was the iris of her emerald green eyes. She was looking right at him! Judging by the words of rather what he could make out, it seemed as if she had saw him too, or at least the insignificant speak of dust which she assumed was him.
Although he knew this was not the end, even as he slipped out of consciousness, it would never be the end for him until he perhaps shrunk down into nothingness. Though was there a limit to just how small he could go before reality had enough? As he would open his eye's shortly after, he wandered if this would truly be put to the test. Eye's fluttering open, the fogginess of him slipping back from being unconscious was slowly fading away and yet even as it did, he would still feel lost. The terrain he found himself on was rigid, a familiar color which he couldn't quite put his finger on. Massive ruts deeper than her was tall surrounded him for as far as he could see. Above him, a large structure jutted out ever so finely, almost like an awning which cast a darkness upon this land, making it harder to see.
As Luke would turn around, he would notice that this place had a sun, a huge black sphere which looked more like an abyss, somehow casting an emerald green sky around it which took up the entirety of his vision. The green part of the sky which held such minute details that it looked alien to Luke who simply couldn't help but try and figure out where he was. "Man you're fuckin' tiny." Dropping to his knees and covering his ears. Luke's thought would immediately be crushed by this sound, this all encompassing sound which rumbled the area and including himself. It causing him great pain to even try to withstand it, let alone make out what it was. Though, as it would end, and as he thought he could here the remnants of...words. It would all seem to click with him.
The memory of what had happened before he had passed out, Trish Pierce. The delinquent at his school which stole him from his friend Diana. Promptly crushing him in front of her without even really knowing he'd survive it. Only to then proceed to test and see just how small she could make him as she repeatedly stomped him into the ground over and over. Very slowly Luke began to realize just what this landscape was. Looking around again, mouth open, his bottom lip quivering as he wanted to scream. This landscape, the color he had found familiar, was a flesh color. The ruts in this ground which surrounded the entire area, they weren't ruts at all. They were prints, a pattern of sorts. That monolithic structure in the air, it was a damn nail attached to a damn finger. Luke was hopelessly lost on the tip of Trish's index finger...or was he?
Slowly, he would turn around,s tumbling and falling back to his ass as he did. He would look up to the sky once more. Letting out an angry cry as he realized just what it was. That black sun, it was her fucking pupil, and what he assumed was the sky for this place, was the iris of her emerald green eyes. She was looking right at him! Judging by the words of rather what he could make out, it seemed as if she had saw him too, or at least the insignificant speak of dust which she assumed was him.
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March 13, 2025
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