Finally notice
WWE Shrink Ray
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
carlosgue01
Sasha watched in horror as the doorknob began to turn. Bayley, determined to put what she considered a childish prank behind her, already had a hand on the cold metal. The table where Sasha stood—jolted by the giant’s movement—shook once more, sending the tiny wrestler tumbling against the cold wooden surface.
"Wait!" Sasha screamed, though her minuscule lungs could barely project the sound more than a few centimeters.
At that moment, something happened. Bayley’s phone—which she had left forgotten on the table right next to Sasha—vibrated with a new message. The screen’s light, intense and brilliant, suddenly flared to life, illuminating the table and casting an elongated shadow of Sasha against the locker room wall.
Bayley, already halfway out the door, stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the unusual shadow reflected on the door panel. It was a human silhouette—small, but unmistakably human. She turned slowly, one eyebrow raised, and stepped back into the locker room.
"What the hell...?" Bayley murmured; the sound of her voice was like a roar that made Sasha cover her ears. "Who’s there?"
Bayley walked back toward the table. To Sasha, every step was a cataclysm. The locker room floor rumbled, and objects on the table bounced with every impact. Bayley stopped in front of the table and leaned down, bringing her face closer. This time, she wasn't searching dismissively; her eyes, focused and serious, scanned every inch of the wood.
Seeing the giant approach, Sasha stood up and began waving her arms frantically, jumping up and down on the phone’s glass screen.
"HERE! BAYLEY, I'M HERE! LOOK AT ME!" —Sasha screamed with all the might of her soul, hoping that in the silence of the locker room, her tiny voice might catch her friend's keen ear.
Bayley narrowed her eyes. Her pupils dilated as she tried to focus on the spot where the flash of light had revealed the shadow.
—Sasha? —Bayley whispered—a sound that, to Sasha, was like a thunderclap—. Is that you?
Bayley didn't use her fingers this time; she stood frozen, mouth slightly agape, staring at the scene in disbelief. Seeing she finally had Bayley's full attention, Sasha struck a fighting pose, trying to look as real as possible, even though she was still covered in the remnants of the wet tissue and the mucus from her earlier ordeal.
—Yeah, it’s me, you idiot! —Sasha shouted, kicking the air to emphasize her presence—. I told you it wasn't a joke! Look how small I am!
Bayley leaned in even closer—so close that her huge nose was just inches from the table. Sasha felt the heat of her breath, a giant, humid gust that ruffled her hair. Bayley let out a surprised exhale that nearly blew Sasha right off the table.
—Oh my God! —Bayley exclaimed, stepping back—a movement that shook the table violently—. Sasha! You’re... you’re tiny! It’s real! It’s not a filter!
Sasha collapsed onto her knees, exhausted, as relief washed over her.
—Thank God... —Sasha gasped—. I thought you were going to leave and abandon me here all alone.
Bayley stared at the tiny wrestler as if she were the strangest thing she had ever seen. Slowly, she reached out her hand—but this time with absolute gentleness—keeping her index finger at a safe distance. "Sasha..." Bayley said, her voice now filled with a mixture of confusion, dread, and a growing fascination in her eyes. "What happened to you? How did you end up like this? You're... you're alive, right?"
Sasha looked up at that gigantic face, now filled with genuine concern. She had finally seen her; she had finally recognized her. But as she studied Bayley’s expression, Sasha couldn't help but feel a shiver: in Bayley’s eyes, beyond the surprise, there was something else—a spark of power that Sasha wasn't sure was good or bad
What is Bayley truly expression?
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