The Heel
Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it)
chapter 4
by
2kfsk
Eventually, Franky settled on the heel. It was right there in the open, so there was a decent chance Jason would see her before she was ever in any real danger. And even if he didn’t, all she had to do was squirm up to the wall of the shoe before his foot made it all the way inside.
“Perfect!” Then she took a running leap and clambered up to the mouth of the shoe, trying to get a good look at Jason. The colossus remained sprawled out over the couch and ottoman. He snored out long, deep-toned drones that rattled Franky to her core.
“I might be here a while…” Franky fell back down inside the shoe. Finding a cozy area at the back of the heel, she nuzzled up against it. The years of sweat that had built up in the fabric and material made her a bit woozy, but once she covered herself in her newfound cloak of carpet fibers she felt like a swaddled babe. And like a babe, she went to sleep easily.
When Jason did wake up, he was sore and sweaty. It made sense; he’d woken up in his clothes after all.
“Geez… Heck of a movie, right Franks?”
Jason checked the ottoman. Franky was nowhere to be found.
“Franky? Where’d you go, bud?”
He hopped to his feet, and the ensuing thoomp was enough to stir the girl from her slumber. Footfalls like earthquakes radiated around her, and despite her adventurelust and overconfidence she couldn’t help feeling the awe and terror that watching a living god stroll around tended to inspire.
“Stick to the plan, Franky,” she whispered to herself, and she went as tight against the interior wall as possible.
Meanwhile, Jason was panicking. “This is bad… bad, bad, bad. Franky!?” He’d committed the ultimate taboo and let his charge out of his sight. What was he to do!? A part of him really wanted to ghost the Joneses right now, and perhaps that was what he was thinking when he slipped his shoes on after grabbing the shrink ray. But a tickle at his heel jolted him out of his routine.
“What the…?”