The Beginning Microscopic Survival chapter 1 by Clocktus

It had been a few hours since you woke up to your new life as a microbe. Obviously, you had quite a shock when you realized this strange world was merely your own bed in your bedroom, now a million times bigger, but the adrenaline stopped you from having a total meltdown.

Since then, you've been wandering across your massive bed, hoping to reach the other end. A vast plain of fabric, with each fiber acting as a winding road to travel over. You weren't sure what your plan was just yet, if there even was anything you could do about this, but you couldn't just do nothing either. Along the way, you gathered anything that seemed useful, tiny scraps of various materials you wouldn't have noticed with your naked eye before, but could potentially become tools now. You certainly needed them, as all that shrunk with you were the clothes you went to bed with. There were also microscopic bits of food and water to keep you going, even if a little gross. Still, it beat having to hunt the other microfauna within your bed, which you were avoiding to the best of your ability so they wouldn't come hunt you in turn.

More time passed as you traveled over your bed, forced to take detours around groups of massive bacteria or objects blocking your path, like the occasional stray hair left behind from past you, which looked more like twisting and turning fortress walls now. However, the monotony was finally broken when finally something new happened. Though, that might not actually be a good thing...

You noticed...