“Ok I’ll check now”
WWE Shrink Ray
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
carlosgue01
''Ok I'll check now'' say Bayley reply by the phone who make Sasha enter in panic mode
"No, no, no! Watch where you put that finger, you idiot!" Sasha shouted, hopping frantically across the surface of the tissue, which was still damp from the earlier mishap. Her sneakers, now coated in the viscous substance, stuck and unstuck with an unpleasant sound, as if she were walking through thick mud.
Bayley, oblivious to her friend's panic, maintained that look of distracted curiosity.
"Hmm... nothing here," Bayley murmured; the echo of her voice reverberated off the room's walls, making the tissue vibrate and forcing Sasha to crouch down to keep from being thrown off.
Frustrated at seeing nothing on the material, Bayley did something that made Sasha’s blood run cold: she began to pinch the tissue to inspect it more closely. The paper quickly folded, forming a sort of trench that trapped Sasha in the center.
"AHHH! BAYLEY, STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO CRUSH ME!" Sasha tried to climb up one of the paper fibers, but it was like trying to scale a wall of wet cotton.
Above her, Bayley brought the tissue close to her eyes, peering directly at the spot where tiny Sasha stood. To the giantess, Sasha was little more than a human-shaped speck of dust—something that could easily pass for a manufacturing defect in the paper.
"That's weird..." Bayley said—her voice now a thunderclap that seemed to shake the ground. "You send a photo showing you're in a desert, and then one where you're covered in... this. Sasha, are you playing a prank on me? Because if you are, you're going to pay dearly for it!"
Sasha, who had been trying to wipe some mucus off her face, froze. *Playing a prank?* she thought furiously.
"It's not a prank, you moron!" Sasha screamed, even though she knew it was useless. "I’m literally inches from your nose, and you’re treating me like a piece of dirt! Look at me, you idiot!"
Bayley, still not seeing her, waved her hand—swishing the handkerchief back and forth—sending Sasha flying through the air to land hard on the wooden table, right next to Bayley’s phone. The impact was brutal; it felt like hitting solid concrete.
Wincing in pain, Sasha staggered to her feet. She realized she was just inches away from Bayley’s phone; it was locked, its black screen reflecting her own tiny image.
"Okay, this is... this is it," Sasha whispered through gritted teeth. "If she won't see me, I’ll have to get her attention another way."
Meanwhile, Bayley set the handkerchief down on the table with a bored sigh.
"Ugh, I’m bored now. I’m going to go find Sasha; she’s probably hiding somewhere laughing at me," Bayley said aloud, turning around and walking toward the door. Every step she took shook the table violently, tossing Sasha backward as if she were caught in a constant earthquake.
Sasha saw her chance: if Bayley left the room, she’d be alone and trapped in this massive locker room.
"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE!" Sasha screamed, sprinting toward the phone. She knew that if she could just press the home button or make the screen light up, maybe—just maybe—Bayley would notice her phone
sending messages on its own.
What happen next?
"No, no, no! Watch where you put that finger, you idiot!" Sasha shouted, hopping frantically across the surface of the tissue, which was still damp from the earlier mishap. Her sneakers, now coated in the viscous substance, stuck and unstuck with an unpleasant sound, as if she were walking through thick mud.
Bayley, oblivious to her friend's panic, maintained that look of distracted curiosity.
"Hmm... nothing here," Bayley murmured; the echo of her voice reverberated off the room's walls, making the tissue vibrate and forcing Sasha to crouch down to keep from being thrown off.
Frustrated at seeing nothing on the material, Bayley did something that made Sasha’s blood run cold: she began to pinch the tissue to inspect it more closely. The paper quickly folded, forming a sort of trench that trapped Sasha in the center.
"AHHH! BAYLEY, STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO CRUSH ME!" Sasha tried to climb up one of the paper fibers, but it was like trying to scale a wall of wet cotton.
Above her, Bayley brought the tissue close to her eyes, peering directly at the spot where tiny Sasha stood. To the giantess, Sasha was little more than a human-shaped speck of dust—something that could easily pass for a manufacturing defect in the paper.
"That's weird..." Bayley said—her voice now a thunderclap that seemed to shake the ground. "You send a photo showing you're in a desert, and then one where you're covered in... this. Sasha, are you playing a prank on me? Because if you are, you're going to pay dearly for it!"
Sasha, who had been trying to wipe some mucus off her face, froze. *Playing a prank?* she thought furiously.
"It's not a prank, you moron!" Sasha screamed, even though she knew it was useless. "I’m literally inches from your nose, and you’re treating me like a piece of dirt! Look at me, you idiot!"
Bayley, still not seeing her, waved her hand—swishing the handkerchief back and forth—sending Sasha flying through the air to land hard on the wooden table, right next to Bayley’s phone. The impact was brutal; it felt like hitting solid concrete.
Wincing in pain, Sasha staggered to her feet. She realized she was just inches away from Bayley’s phone; it was locked, its black screen reflecting her own tiny image.
"Okay, this is... this is it," Sasha whispered through gritted teeth. "If she won't see me, I’ll have to get her attention another way."
Meanwhile, Bayley set the handkerchief down on the table with a bored sigh.
"Ugh, I’m bored now. I’m going to go find Sasha; she’s probably hiding somewhere laughing at me," Bayley said aloud, turning around and walking toward the door. Every step she took shook the table violently, tossing Sasha backward as if she were caught in a constant earthquake.
Sasha saw her chance: if Bayley left the room, she’d be alone and trapped in this massive locker room.
"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE!" Sasha screamed, sprinting toward the phone. She knew that if she could just press the home button or make the screen light up, maybe—just maybe—Bayley would notice her phone
sending messages on its own.
What happen next?
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