Hail to the Giga Punk
Cheating Death
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
While you only tried to fathom and take in this terrible new world and size you found yourself living in, the sound ropes straining and light booms in the distance alerted your ears to the newly formed sounds that filled the air. In reality, this was only just Trish smirking as she gazed down at your pitifully puny stature sitting right on her fingertip. Every motion of hers, no matter how miniscule, was vast and powerful, like an act of god. She had realized this herself not too long ago, actually a literal goddess to you now, your very life hanging on her words and actions.
"Man, I really did make you so fuckin' tiny." She enunciated, every syllable threatening to blow out your ears with the sheer magnitude of her crashing words. "Huh...kinda fun actually. Might actually make you even smaller later. Wouldn't even have to try too hard, just a little pop from one of my fingers, or I could just drop you and let you fall all those miles below. Naw...might lose you then." She grinned a toothy, shark's grin. Glad you couldn't see it, or a shiver would have been sent down your spine.
"I'm pretty much god to you now, speck." She bellowed in laughter, forcing you to cringe and cover your ears, not like it did any good. "I'll do whatever I want with you, and not a thing you, or anybody else can do about it. Oh, wish I could do this to everyone." Trish momentarily closed her eyes to imagine towering over the whole world with everyone as insignificant dust specks, sending a sheer wall of flesh over the sky that was her pupil and iris, generating more booms for you. Guess everything would make a varying boom sound from now on.
Once her fantasy was over, she opened her eyes back up to go back to glaring at you. "Now, what should I do?" She mused to herself. Her two lackeys seemed to not have come back, either still chasing your friend away or the punk girl dismissed them to have time alone with you, her now little speck to play with and torture as she pleased. "A god deserves worship so..."
"Man, I really did make you so fuckin' tiny." She enunciated, every syllable threatening to blow out your ears with the sheer magnitude of her crashing words. "Huh...kinda fun actually. Might actually make you even smaller later. Wouldn't even have to try too hard, just a little pop from one of my fingers, or I could just drop you and let you fall all those miles below. Naw...might lose you then." She grinned a toothy, shark's grin. Glad you couldn't see it, or a shiver would have been sent down your spine.
"I'm pretty much god to you now, speck." She bellowed in laughter, forcing you to cringe and cover your ears, not like it did any good. "I'll do whatever I want with you, and not a thing you, or anybody else can do about it. Oh, wish I could do this to everyone." Trish momentarily closed her eyes to imagine towering over the whole world with everyone as insignificant dust specks, sending a sheer wall of flesh over the sky that was her pupil and iris, generating more booms for you. Guess everything would make a varying boom sound from now on.
Once her fantasy was over, she opened her eyes back up to go back to glaring at you. "Now, what should I do?" She mused to herself. Her two lackeys seemed to not have come back, either still chasing your friend away or the punk girl dismissed them to have time alone with you, her now little speck to play with and torture as she pleased. "A god deserves worship so..."
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March 13, 2025
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