[Note: Sorry, I don't mean to shoot down the previous chapter's idea, but I had a different take on Lillian's route in mind, so, this is a way for both options to exist. Hope you guys enjoy them all]
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Your heart pounded so hard you felt your own pulse reverberate across your entire body, you were in the most extreme panic you had ever felt, but then again, this was the most extreme situation you'd ever been in. Lillian not only was way too huge compared to you, she was willing to stick you and your house into her enormous ass, and by her tone you knew she was going to.
You stayed in your house, as vain as the effort might be, you couldn't overcome your self-preservation instinct, which kept you from leaving the house, knowing you'd face certain doom.
'I'm screwed either way... damn... I'm not brave enough to face these things...' You thought, your ego taking a hit at that realization. But you were just a teenager, how much could really be asked of you in such a crazy predicament?
You felt your strength get drained from your body, and as you grew weaker, defeatedly sat on the floor, almost expecting death, or something even worse. With hardly any will left to fight, your eyes felt too heavy and closed on their own, and soon your mind followed, fading into the blackness of the cold, empty void...
Suddenly, you opened your eyes and woke up with a startled jolt. The first thing was to pat yourself, as if to make sure you were still alive, made of flesh and bone and not just an ethereal soul. You found yourself in the house's kitchen, and looking around, it looked like what you had seen and read on your phone about you being super small was true. You pulled out your phone to confirm, and upon re-reading the same you saw before, your blood ran cold.
'But then... what, was Lillian just a nightmare?!' You wondered, still feeling a sinking pit in your stomach about being shrunk, but still felt some relief, if that were the case. You glanced out the window and to your relief there was nobody.
"That was scary for sure..." You weakly muttered and stood up, then went to the fridge and grabbed one of the cold water bottles inside, downing it in few gulps. The cool from the water soothed you, and it even felt as if it revived your weakened body somewhat.
You still wondered who you'd end up facing later, since it didn't seem likely you'd stay alone the whole time. Your mom, having similar proportions to those of Lillian's, would also be an intimidating sight, but you hoped she'd be much nicer and gentler to you. Another possibility was Ariadne, you couldn't even begin to imagine how freaking huge she'd be, and felt that she'd be more than quite a handful for you to deal with, but still, she wouldn't bear any ill will towards you.
You sat on the couch, unsure what to do next, and even if what you experienced before was nothing but a nightmare, it discouraged you from venturing outside, at least until you fully calmed down. You still felt slightly dizzy and beaten, and the only thing you could attribute that to would be the trip itself.
'And they said jet lag was the worst' You thought with an ironic chuckle, but just then, you began feeling quakes. What little peace of mind you managed to achieve evaporated faster than a puddle of water in the Sahara, and you couldn't help but shake again, just from imagining the sheer size of whoever came in. You didn't have the courage to look out the window, and instead considered staying in this house, hopefully whoever it was would think you were asleep.
"Good morning!" You heard Lillian greet you cheerfully, though with an added booming to her voice, owing to her size compared to you. You heard her giggle and felt that the quakes intensified. She was definitely coming, and somehow, the quakes from her steps felt even worse than the ones in your nightmare, or whatever that was. You briefly wondered if that was a premonition, or even a warning from the people behind this bizarre experiment. Considering they teleported you across universes and had you shrunken to basically a speck, that they'd intrude in your dreams didn't sound all that far-fetched.
That kind of greeting had a hint of mischievousness to it, and from past experiences with the Lillian from your native universe, you knew she wouldn't have many qualms about waking you up, so, pretending to be asleep would be a very poor defense, and you doubted being shrunk made for any more solid case. Still, you weren't sure if the nightmare from earlier was just that, or if it truly was a warning of what was to come. As the quakes kept on intensifying, meaning she was getting closer, you knew you'd soon have to step out and face her, whether you were ready or not.
You went to the fridge and grabbed a cold milk carton, poured it into a glass and made yourself some nice chocolate milk with your favorite powder. If things were going to go downhill from here, might as well have a nice drink before, that's what you thought. Perhaps the soft jolt of the theobromine, caffeine's healthier cousin, could help give you some extra courage, which you knew you sorely needed. Thirst sated, you washed the glass and took a deep breath before stepping out of your house. When you do, you see...
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[Path notes]: Choice 2 and 3 seem trivial, but they aren't meant to be so much, choice 2 implies Lillian is dressed in a much more casual way than usual, so she'd be coming to hang out/play with Blaise/take him somewhere, it being a weekend day or vacation.
Choice 3 is her more typical everyday wear and she'd likely be coming to take him to school, though you could have other options as well.
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Your heart pounded so hard you felt your own pulse reverberate across your entire body, you were in the most extreme panic you had ever felt, but then again, this was the most extreme situation you'd ever been in. Lillian not only was way too huge compared to you, she was willing to stick you and your house into her enormous ass, and by her tone you knew she was going to.
You stayed in your house, as vain as the effort might be, you couldn't overcome your self-preservation instinct, which kept you from leaving the house, knowing you'd face certain doom.
'I'm screwed either way... damn... I'm not brave enough to face these things...' You thought, your ego taking a hit at that realization. But you were just a teenager, how much could really be asked of you in such a crazy predicament?
You felt your strength get drained from your body, and as you grew weaker, defeatedly sat on the floor, almost expecting death, or something even worse. With hardly any will left to fight, your eyes felt too heavy and closed on their own, and soon your mind followed, fading into the blackness of the cold, empty void...
Suddenly, you opened your eyes and woke up with a startled jolt. The first thing was to pat yourself, as if to make sure you were still alive, made of flesh and bone and not just an ethereal soul. You found yourself in the house's kitchen, and looking around, it looked like what you had seen and read on your phone about you being super small was true. You pulled out your phone to confirm, and upon re-reading the same you saw before, your blood ran cold.
'But then... what, was Lillian just a nightmare?!' You wondered, still feeling a sinking pit in your stomach about being shrunk, but still felt some relief, if that were the case. You glanced out the window and to your relief there was nobody.
"That was scary for sure..." You weakly muttered and stood up, then went to the fridge and grabbed one of the cold water bottles inside, downing it in few gulps. The cool from the water soothed you, and it even felt as if it revived your weakened body somewhat.
You still wondered who you'd end up facing later, since it didn't seem likely you'd stay alone the whole time. Your mom, having similar proportions to those of Lillian's, would also be an intimidating sight, but you hoped she'd be much nicer and gentler to you. Another possibility was Ariadne, you couldn't even begin to imagine how freaking huge she'd be, and felt that she'd be more than quite a handful for you to deal with, but still, she wouldn't bear any ill will towards you.
You sat on the couch, unsure what to do next, and even if what you experienced before was nothing but a nightmare, it discouraged you from venturing outside, at least until you fully calmed down. You still felt slightly dizzy and beaten, and the only thing you could attribute that to would be the trip itself.
'And they said jet lag was the worst' You thought with an ironic chuckle, but just then, you began feeling quakes. What little peace of mind you managed to achieve evaporated faster than a puddle of water in the Sahara, and you couldn't help but shake again, just from imagining the sheer size of whoever came in. You didn't have the courage to look out the window, and instead considered staying in this house, hopefully whoever it was would think you were asleep.
"Good morning!" You heard Lillian greet you cheerfully, though with an added booming to her voice, owing to her size compared to you. You heard her giggle and felt that the quakes intensified. She was definitely coming, and somehow, the quakes from her steps felt even worse than the ones in your nightmare, or whatever that was. You briefly wondered if that was a premonition, or even a warning from the people behind this bizarre experiment. Considering they teleported you across universes and had you shrunken to basically a speck, that they'd intrude in your dreams didn't sound all that far-fetched.
That kind of greeting had a hint of mischievousness to it, and from past experiences with the Lillian from your native universe, you knew she wouldn't have many qualms about waking you up, so, pretending to be asleep would be a very poor defense, and you doubted being shrunk made for any more solid case. Still, you weren't sure if the nightmare from earlier was just that, or if it truly was a warning of what was to come. As the quakes kept on intensifying, meaning she was getting closer, you knew you'd soon have to step out and face her, whether you were ready or not.
You went to the fridge and grabbed a cold milk carton, poured it into a glass and made yourself some nice chocolate milk with your favorite powder. If things were going to go downhill from here, might as well have a nice drink before, that's what you thought. Perhaps the soft jolt of the theobromine, caffeine's healthier cousin, could help give you some extra courage, which you knew you sorely needed. Thirst sated, you washed the glass and took a deep breath before stepping out of your house. When you do, you see...
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[Path notes]: Choice 2 and 3 seem trivial, but they aren't meant to be so much, choice 2 implies Lillian is dressed in a much more casual way than usual, so she'd be coming to hang out/play with Blaise/take him somewhere, it being a weekend day or vacation.
Choice 3 is her more typical everyday wear and she'd likely be coming to take him to school, though you could have other options as well.
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