title: Dergfast aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [AxisDragon] id: [49425434] date: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 8:59:31 晚上 modified: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 9:06:04 晚上
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Dergfast
Author: AxisDragon Source: [Story] Dergfast
Finally!
It had been weeks, maybe even months, maybe even the entire autumn, but he had eventually conquered it:
A box of cereal.
It was a journey. Laying his eyes on it for the first time, tracking it down, trekking through the treacherous terrain in cold conditions… oh, and lotsof climbing. But, in the end, he was now proudly standing on top of that box, the cardboard pried open to enjoy the goods that were inside.
Recalling his voyage, it sounded somewhat silly - someone of a standard size could do what he just did in a minute, if not less. Yet, in the end, on this chilly evening, he made it. Standing ‘tall’ (that is, less than a fingertip), Lamp triumphantly dropped into the box, softly landing on the unopened plastic pack, immediately hacking away at it in the hopes of reaching the bag’s contents as soon as possible.
Hack, hack, hack…
Getting in that bag… it’d mean no more diets of crackers, cookies, cashews… the bag was like a tower to the flea, a skyscraper with rent-free apartments filled with food - it could sustain him for more than a lifetime! Especially taking the flea’s metabolism into account, he could survive many months on just one of the cereal pieces.
Hack, hack, hack…
Not to mention the box and bag itself: a massive container, surely warmer than whatever was outside. A chilly winter was coming, and this would surely protect him during the freezing nights.
Hack, hack…hack!
Just imagining everything the box could do for the flea… he couldn’t resist jumping in as soon as he made a gap large enough for him to enter.
The sweet scent of the cereal, the rough yet gentle texture of the pieces, the flavorful gold-brown color, and, of course, the delicious taste - Lamp hit a jackpot. An appropriately-sized jackpot, but a jackpot nonetheless. He couldn’t resist eating more and more, his tiny tummy filling up with chipped-o cereal crumbs throughout the evening.
THUMP
The flea woke up.
THUMP
Although Lamp had grown accustomed to waking to the giant’s steps, it’d still freak him out from time to time, especially now, as he once again realized he wasn’t alone in this world.
THUMP
He had learned how to precisely approximate the giant’s proximity by now - as loud as a whisper was two rooms away, a conversation one room, shouting meant the colossus was inside, and any louder than that meant he’d need to hide.
THUMP
That would be rare though - and even, in those cases, hiding in a corner had always worked for him. The giant dragon’s fingers were very round and large, even for their size, which made it di cult for the dragon to accidentally smother the speck with a soft finger as long as Lamp hid in a corner.
THUMP
…yet, it’s always scary when the dragon gets close…
THUMP
Shouting distance…
THUMP
Hide.
THUMP
The flea fumbled over the cereal, trying to run to safety in a cozy corner yet the shifting cereal, as the rumbles became more and more fierce, made his run a struggle if not a fumble or a stumble.
THUMP
The bag was too big. He was too tiny. It’d felt like several football fields, several sequential 100m sprints, maybe a marathon, maybe a trip around the earth, it was exhausting, tiring, thrilling, scary, frightening, the dreaded stomps would come closer as the flea got more and more desperate, each thump making the distance to the nearest corner seem larger and larger, it was…
…the thumps had stopped. Exhausted, the speck flopped onto the nearest piece of cereal. He used his remaining energy to focus on any subtle sounds the giant might make…
He heard a slight sound…
The dragon had taken hold of the knob of the cabinet…
In one sudden swoop, the flea rolled all the way to the side of the bag as the cabinet he was in shifted forward, as light entered the opened box.
Astonished… he looked up… two massive purple towers, far bigger than the box he was in, supporting a blue, city-wide waist, which in turn supported the dragon’s chest, two arms flowing out at the chest’s side, and finally… One massive purple snoot pointed right at him.
He hadn’t seen the dragon this close before… it made him even more scared of what the giant could do to him. They could easily smother him under a paw, smush him with a finger, maybe even get stuck under their chest or back if the flea wasn’t careful…
But most of all - if the dragon saw him, he knew that the dragon could do anything they wanted to him. He was tiny, easily mistakable for a breadcrumb, they were giant, and their body could undoubtedly house a metropolis for their kind. He could do very little to stop the giant.
A giant hand reached out to the box as it blocked the light for the flea. It felt like some alien spaceship looming over a city, slowly descending as…
The flea held on for dear life. The dragon effortlessly picked up the box, casually carrying it to a destination. For Lamp, he’d be shaken around viciously, nearly losing consciousness, covering what felt like kilometers to him in seconds. His life was in the hand of the flea-metropolis-sized-giant, and they didn’t even know it.
With one final shake, Lamp fiercely flung into the air, landing in one of the bag’s corners. Maybe he’d get out of this unscathed, maybe it’d all be fine, maybe he could…
The bag shook again. Four round, massive fingers descended onto the bag and gently clamped it, like a crane designed for moving cities. The flea saw the doughy fingers easily molding the plastic bag, as the plastic bag got pulled up from the box. It was more gentle this time, but…
He admired the fingers effortlessly opening the bag. It felt like the sky had just been ripped open by the work of some ancient entity, yet, it was just this dragon regularly going about their day. The sudden influx of light was immense, like holy light just shone down on him to strike him down for his tiny crimes. It took several seconds to adjust to the light for the little flea.
Yet, after that, he could perfectly see his surroundings from the corner of the bag. The bag was placed on the side of a table. He could see the dragon walking around, grabbing cutlery.
Below him, he saw an empty white bowl. And next to him, there was a blue-white tower with some large text in the distance that read…
The speck finally realized something.
He was going to get eaten.
Just for breakfast.
He noticed the dragon sitting down at the seat near the bowl.
He saw the dragon’s hand reaching for the bag.
He noticed that…
He’d be the first to pour out at this position.
Lamp tried sprinting across the cereal, but… He realized it was no use.
The bag was tilting.
He saw cereal pieces in front of him tumble down the bag.
Almost like an instinct, he grabbed one of the cereal pieces.
He fell.
He saw other pieces fall around him, like an endless avalanche of cereal… The dragon, they were just getting some cereal.
He felt his falling speed increasing like a drop into a ravine… The dragon, they were just getting some cereal.
He felt his body resisting as he hit the bowl…
The dragon, they were just getting some cereal. Casually.
Lamp saw the giant putting away the bag… and moving the other hand to the carton of milk. In a frenzy, he strengthened his grip on the cereal piece… slowly watching the dragon tilt the tower to let the liquid loose.
The flea could only look in fear as the milk approached him like a city-sized waterfall. He looked at the liquid, at the carton, at the dragon… hoping that, maybe, the dragon would notice the speck of dust in his breakfast and use their size to save the nearly-invisible bug from his demise in the split-second that was left.
The milk hit the bowl. It was chilling, freezing, colder than any of the winter nights… holding onto the cereal for dear life, trying to use its buoyancy to survive this vast, cold, plummeting ocean, holding his breath, it felt like he’d become a sweet little popsicle if he didn’t get to safety soon. It was terrifying.
The dragon, they were just preparing breakfast. Calmly.
Still, for the flea… it felt like a struggle for survival, even after the first impact of the massive sea. He made it onto his piece of cereal, using it as a life raft to protect him from nature’s - or, rather, the dragon’s - wrath. Maybe he survived the fall, maybe he survived the heavens falling down on him… but there was still this stinging, hurting, vicious cold that his soaked flu could not fight.
It was cold, cold, cold… having to make sure to not drop back into the milk was exhausting, having to fight the cold was exhausting, having to avoid being eaten was exhau-
Despite the cold, the idea Lamp just came up with still resulted in a warm, bright blush on his little face. It was so embarrassing for him. It was awkward, weird, perhaps even degrading for him, but…
M-maybe to enter that giant’s belly… it’d be safe, warm, and undoubtedly he could snag some food th-
Lamp shook the idea o . He was prey, the dragon was a predator, and prey shouldn’t submit to their predators, this was wrong, not right, and above all, very, very, very, very, VERY weird.
B-but to enter that massive tummy in front of him… it’d be so cozy… the dragon would protect him… the dragon would save him…
The flea felt conflicted. S-should he willingly get eaten? No, no, that’s extremely weird… b-but… it’d solve… all of his problems?
His pondering was disturbed by an object looming above him - some massive, reflective saucer, something like a UFO, piercing through the heavens like it was here to abduct this entire ocean of cereal.
It smashed itself into the milk, before retracting upwards quickly after, taking some (un)fortunate pieces of cereal upwards… towards the dragon’s head… into the dragon’s maw.
He saw the metal come down again… splashing in the distance… taking some cereals… and depositing them inside the giant’s maw to be used as energy for the massive dragon.
The saucer would come closer with every trip… the waves it caused would be more and more intense each time…
The flea anticipated the saucer with joy. N-no, fear. Joy? No, fear? Maybe?
Happy? Sad?
Whatever it was, it didn’t matter.
The saucer came down, and Lamp saw a large lake of milk being lifted up with him. Even if he wanted to run, he was too powerless at his size to even have a chance of escaping the saucer. He saw the dragon’s belly, the dragon’s chest, and then…
A massive cove. Not even inside, Lamp could feel the emanating heat, the humidity. A giant purple ceiling, a ginormous light blue floor, stretching all the way towards the dragon’s colossal pharynx, which looked more like an endless hole that would transport you to the other side of the world.
Most of all, though…
A wide, soft, blue carpet, approximately three-four times as wide as the abducted lake, adorned the giant’s maw. It looked humid and warm, and had a gentle dent in the middle, creating a funnel toward the giant’s belly.
The warmth increased as the saucer moved into the dragon’s massive maw. It felt pleasant, welcoming… safe. The saucer tilted, the flea noticed the lake pouring down, the flea noticed himself losing grip, falling, it felt surreal.
But mostly, the flea noticed himself no longer struggling - he wanted to go in.
He landed on the giant’s soft tongue, gently rolling down into the dent of the tongue, enjoying the comforting warmth it was emitting as it gulped the flea down into the colossus' tummy, what would soon be the flea’s new home.
The flea should be scared, afraid, horrified, terrified… but instead, he felt fine, happy, overjoyed, even!
Just feeling that comforting warmth after that struggle… enjoying the safety of the giant’s squishy interior… inside this massive, working complex, with its gentle heat and soft walls… he felt exhausted, but he finally felt safe.
…the dragon was just eating his cereal.