Old Friends
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
With no remorse, no hesitation, Trish's fingers would simply relinquish their hold of the giga Asian. This allowing what was a massive and unstoppable young woman to the eyes of human's, to simply fall like some insignificant bug inside the shoe of an even bigger titaness punk. Mizuki's screams could be heard for miles and she wailed the entirety of her fall, only to hit the sole with a subtle wet slap, as well as a slight crunching under her ass along with it. The young woman would only groan out in slight pain and discomfort as she did her best to recover her composure, the act of her hitting the sole making the physically weak girl to relinquish her hold on that size gun. It flying off into the distance which was Trish's shoe. Though this hadn't occurred to Mizuki yet, her immediate attention was on her surroundings. She immediately being assaulted with the smell of a pair of shoes which had been worn nearly every day for several years now, and today was no different.
Not to mention, Trish who was a fairly athletic girl who took to classes which pushed physical activity as opposed to the mental academics, it would seem like she had been in such a class today. The inside of the shoe was moist, the air thick with a musty fog, it only causing Mizuki to cough and wheeze. Of course, it wouldn't be long before she had also noticed the rather uncomfortable feeling under her rear end. Getting to her feet and looking behind her, this girl would be surprised to find that she had landed ass first onto a cluster of large buildings, no doubt from the town and no doubt fruits of Ruthie's labor to appease Trish, or at least fool her into thinking she had done what she was asked. Normally such an act would have gotten this girl to smirk even a little bit, but considering her whereabouts, there was nothing to smile about. Instead, her eyes would travel around the sole of the shoe, the light from the mouth above her allowing some light to seep in. She able to see many other buildings, both clusters and even what appeared to be neighborhoods which were here and there, some of which seemed to just disappear into the darkness near the toe end of the shoe.
Speaking of the toe end of the shoe, Mizuki would not be the only unfortunate soul inside this hell, in fact there were many. Ruthie in waiting so long to begin her task would have simply rushed it. Whilst many citizens were smart enough to abandon the sinking ship which was the town, some were not so lucky. Likewise, when Ruthie ripped houses and everything else from the ground, she didn't have time to check. Such was the fate of another young woman from their high school, and one whom Trish would have loved to know she had literally underfoot. She another one of Heather's followers, a girl by the name of Ami. Although that was not a title she had always worn, she at one time wore both badges of being best friends to the very girl's shoe she found herself in, as well as a past lover to her. Ami, at one point was like Trish, a punk and an advocate for physical classes and activities. Whilst Trish took to MMA, Ami took to Boxing, and quite good at it. Many spars had been held between the two, and many split decisions between the spectators.
Ami had always caught the formers eye, she having a head of black hair, cut rather short with her bangs dyed a bright blonde color, a pair of beautiful blue eyes. They hiding behind a pair of black rectangular glasses, and of course a wardrobe similar to Trish's day to day. The two had been inseparable, until Heather. There was no secret that Trish and Heather hated one another, for various reasons. Perhaps this very hatred was what turned Heather's attention to Ami, it being no secret of their relationship over the years. The vindictive Heather would see her chance to take this away from Trish, to "persuade" Ami to become one of them, the in crowd. Although, Ami joined Trish's side in disliking Heather, she still couldn't resist the chance to be popular. Crushing Trish's heart underfoot and only causing Trish both heartache and anger anytime she saw her. If only she could know that she would have this woman underfoot now, it would no doubt elate Trish to new heights.
Inside of her home, Ami couldn't help but have a small towel wrapped around the front of her nose and mouth, doing her best to hinder her senses to the smell and moisture inside her prison. She of course aware of where she was, aware of the twenty mile Trish and even the five hundred foot tall Ruthie who was a fool to not join her former best friends side. If allowed the chance, the slightly power hungry Ami would not make that mistake, possibly looking to even rekindle her relationship with Trish. Though it was hard to be attracted to someone who's shoe reeked this much, even for the size comparison. A cough would escape Ami as she looked out her window, looking into the lowly lit tomb of Trish's shoe, looking down upon some of the other unlucky citizens of Quiet Rock who also were now stuck in this place. Though, unlike her, there suffering would not be long lived. Boom! It would happen all at once, an object flying from the abyss which as the other side of this couple miles long shoe. Large beyond belief, a monolithic shadow of a gun would envelope these poor souls and it wouldn't be long before an eruption of gore erupted from the bottom of it.
Stunned, it would take Ami only a second to both recognize what this was, and connect the dots. "No way..." She would mutter under her breath before turning on her heels and bolting out of her room, down the staircase leading to the second story of her home and out the front door. She coming to a halt as she spied the size device, the gun which was currently at size to perfectly fit the hand of a mile high giant in her own right. Still, with intrigue Ami couldn't help but walk up, dressed much like she had been since following Heather. A white and black plaid stylish blouse, a simply tight fitting t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of Etnies. From the back of her head hangs loosely a black sock cap. "So this is what started it...How did it get in here?" Ami would wonder to herself, and for reasons unknown to even her, she would reach a hand out to touch it. Perhaps in her mind, she was hoping that it wasn't so damn big, that she could have it for herself. Thoughts of the past, her chance to make amends with Trish, after all, it wasn't as if popularity in school mattered anymore, and even if it did, Heather was dead.
In fact, she was sure she could see the red stain which used to be Heather off in the distance somewhere. Fingers gently grazing the side of this device, the material it was made of, cool to the touch would only get a shiver from Ami and soon after a smile. In that instant her fingers made contact, the device would kick itself back on, the modifications which Mizuki had made when she worked next to Edna would cause this machine to simply reduce down to fit her hands. Though, Ami wouldn't get too long to enjoy the fact that she now possessed the size device, which for the moment may or may not be back in working order. A low rumble would hit the shoe, causing the ground to shake violently underneath her as a shadow would cut most of the light out from the shoe, somehow darkening her surroundings even more so.
Not to mention, Trish who was a fairly athletic girl who took to classes which pushed physical activity as opposed to the mental academics, it would seem like she had been in such a class today. The inside of the shoe was moist, the air thick with a musty fog, it only causing Mizuki to cough and wheeze. Of course, it wouldn't be long before she had also noticed the rather uncomfortable feeling under her rear end. Getting to her feet and looking behind her, this girl would be surprised to find that she had landed ass first onto a cluster of large buildings, no doubt from the town and no doubt fruits of Ruthie's labor to appease Trish, or at least fool her into thinking she had done what she was asked. Normally such an act would have gotten this girl to smirk even a little bit, but considering her whereabouts, there was nothing to smile about. Instead, her eyes would travel around the sole of the shoe, the light from the mouth above her allowing some light to seep in. She able to see many other buildings, both clusters and even what appeared to be neighborhoods which were here and there, some of which seemed to just disappear into the darkness near the toe end of the shoe.
Speaking of the toe end of the shoe, Mizuki would not be the only unfortunate soul inside this hell, in fact there were many. Ruthie in waiting so long to begin her task would have simply rushed it. Whilst many citizens were smart enough to abandon the sinking ship which was the town, some were not so lucky. Likewise, when Ruthie ripped houses and everything else from the ground, she didn't have time to check. Such was the fate of another young woman from their high school, and one whom Trish would have loved to know she had literally underfoot. She another one of Heather's followers, a girl by the name of Ami. Although that was not a title she had always worn, she at one time wore both badges of being best friends to the very girl's shoe she found herself in, as well as a past lover to her. Ami, at one point was like Trish, a punk and an advocate for physical classes and activities. Whilst Trish took to MMA, Ami took to Boxing, and quite good at it. Many spars had been held between the two, and many split decisions between the spectators.
Ami had always caught the formers eye, she having a head of black hair, cut rather short with her bangs dyed a bright blonde color, a pair of beautiful blue eyes. They hiding behind a pair of black rectangular glasses, and of course a wardrobe similar to Trish's day to day. The two had been inseparable, until Heather. There was no secret that Trish and Heather hated one another, for various reasons. Perhaps this very hatred was what turned Heather's attention to Ami, it being no secret of their relationship over the years. The vindictive Heather would see her chance to take this away from Trish, to "persuade" Ami to become one of them, the in crowd. Although, Ami joined Trish's side in disliking Heather, she still couldn't resist the chance to be popular. Crushing Trish's heart underfoot and only causing Trish both heartache and anger anytime she saw her. If only she could know that she would have this woman underfoot now, it would no doubt elate Trish to new heights.
Inside of her home, Ami couldn't help but have a small towel wrapped around the front of her nose and mouth, doing her best to hinder her senses to the smell and moisture inside her prison. She of course aware of where she was, aware of the twenty mile Trish and even the five hundred foot tall Ruthie who was a fool to not join her former best friends side. If allowed the chance, the slightly power hungry Ami would not make that mistake, possibly looking to even rekindle her relationship with Trish. Though it was hard to be attracted to someone who's shoe reeked this much, even for the size comparison. A cough would escape Ami as she looked out her window, looking into the lowly lit tomb of Trish's shoe, looking down upon some of the other unlucky citizens of Quiet Rock who also were now stuck in this place. Though, unlike her, there suffering would not be long lived. Boom! It would happen all at once, an object flying from the abyss which as the other side of this couple miles long shoe. Large beyond belief, a monolithic shadow of a gun would envelope these poor souls and it wouldn't be long before an eruption of gore erupted from the bottom of it.
Stunned, it would take Ami only a second to both recognize what this was, and connect the dots. "No way..." She would mutter under her breath before turning on her heels and bolting out of her room, down the staircase leading to the second story of her home and out the front door. She coming to a halt as she spied the size device, the gun which was currently at size to perfectly fit the hand of a mile high giant in her own right. Still, with intrigue Ami couldn't help but walk up, dressed much like she had been since following Heather. A white and black plaid stylish blouse, a simply tight fitting t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of Etnies. From the back of her head hangs loosely a black sock cap. "So this is what started it...How did it get in here?" Ami would wonder to herself, and for reasons unknown to even her, she would reach a hand out to touch it. Perhaps in her mind, she was hoping that it wasn't so damn big, that she could have it for herself. Thoughts of the past, her chance to make amends with Trish, after all, it wasn't as if popularity in school mattered anymore, and even if it did, Heather was dead.
In fact, she was sure she could see the red stain which used to be Heather off in the distance somewhere. Fingers gently grazing the side of this device, the material it was made of, cool to the touch would only get a shiver from Ami and soon after a smile. In that instant her fingers made contact, the device would kick itself back on, the modifications which Mizuki had made when she worked next to Edna would cause this machine to simply reduce down to fit her hands. Though, Ami wouldn't get too long to enjoy the fact that she now possessed the size device, which for the moment may or may not be back in working order. A low rumble would hit the shoe, causing the ground to shake violently underneath her as a shadow would cut most of the light out from the shoe, somehow darkening her surroundings even more so.
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