title: Meowstics And Bugs aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Panda_Fromjaf] id: [44041009] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期四, 九月 8日 2022, 11:14:02 晚上

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Meowstics And Bugs

Author: Panda_Fromjaf Source: Meowstics And Bugs

Upon opening your eyes, the first thing that you notice is that you are definitely not in the same place you fell asleep in. Instead of the comfort of your bed sheets and covers, you are greeted with a cold hard floor, marble in texture, with the ceiling of what definitely is not your room seemingly miles above. Still groggy, you look to your side, and audibly gasp as you see that you aren’t alone in this strange place. Tens of anthos are scattered around you, each waking up equally confused. Any attempt at recollecting how you got to this place ended in failure. You drank nothing the night before, you went to bed early, managed to finish all of your tasks, and had no recollection of anything unusual happening which could have led to this. The only way you theorize you could have gotten here is having been moved in your sleep, alongside everyone else for a still unknown reason. As you eventually get your bearings, you stand up and walk towards a small group forming about a hundred feet ahead of you, meaning to ask if anyone knows more than yourself. After trying to start a conversation, you quickly realize that everyone else is just as confused as yourself. It is at this point when you hear a sharp scream. Its source is that of a young vixen woman pointing upwards. You look up towards where her arm is pointing, only to notice something… familiar.

But that’s impossible. It must be some kind of illusion. However as you become fully aware of your surroundings, you slowly realize that this is no trick of the eyes. You are staring at a massive blender, sitting on an equally massive tabletop counter, almost a mile high in comparison to yourself. As you look around, you see massive cupboards towering over you, cliffs which climbing would likely take days if possible at all. You finally come to the realization that you are inside a normal kitchen, or one which would be normal if not for your ant-like size. It appears tidy, with barely a speck of dust noticeable, even at your diminished size. The familiarity of where you are can’t help but put you at least somewhat at ease, but a question still lingers in your mind. One which would be quickly answered not a minute later.

If this is someone's kitchen, where are they now?

Claire woke up grumpy. Then again, when didn’t she? The female Meowstic had spent the previous day meticulously cleaning her house of any dust and insects that may have plagued it over the past few weeks, and instead of her well deserved rest, the previous night was plagued with tossing and turning, almost as if she heard the scampering of little bugs or insects downstairs. But that couldn’t be true, as they couldn’t have built back up that quickly, could they have? Eventually the Pokemon decided that it was no use staying in bed all morning, and groggily got up, putting on a pair of jogging pants, a sports shirt and her favorite pair of long socks as she began her day. Before going out however, she needed something to eat, so she quickly walked downstairs to her kitchen to whip herself up a nice fruit smoothie. Walking into her kitchen, Claire neglects to look down at the floor, too absorbed in planning her day.

The rest of your party begins to recognize the situation which they are all in, and you silently begin to form a survival plan. Escape appears out of the question, as at the size you are seemingly at, it would take at least a few hours just to leave the kitchen, let alone get out the front door of the house you are trapped within. Even if you do manage to trek all that way, what then? You are the size of an ant, and stepping out into what is likely the garden outside would surely lead to a brutal death at being crushed or eaten by monstrous insects lurking beneath the thick jungle of grass. The thought causes you to shudder. Living within the house as parasites is also ruled out as an option, with the modern furniture within the kitchen too steep to climb and reach any type of food, and if the state of the floor was any indication, the house’s owner would not have any crumbs lying about, or at least not enough to sustain any livable community. Your only hope of being saved is if said owner, whomever they might be and providing they hadn't also shrunk down to your size, manages to notice and rescue you all. What happens after that would be anyone’s guess. You hope to eventually be grown back to your original size, as you weren’t especially fond of being nothing more than a pet for the rest of your life. Still adjusting to the fact that you were now the size of an ant, you wonder if she would even know how to grow you all back, or if anyone would, for that matter.

Deep in your own thoughts, you neglect to hear a faint rumbling from upwards, growing louder with every moment. A rumbling which turned out to simply be the sounds of footsteps heading down a stairwell towards the kitchen. It is then that you first catch your first glimpse at your hopeful savior. Even at your current diminished stature, you vastly underestimated the sheer enormity of the titaness. A skyscraper in her own right, you recognized her as a Pokemon, a Meowstic no less, and with a clothing color palette to match her natural fur color. She appears to mostly be wearing sportswear, alongside a pair of bright red glasses. You think to yourself that she looks kind of cute, and you might consider asking her out if not at her mercy for survival. One aspect of her that you failed to fully realize the implications of was the annoyed expression on her face, one that you in fact caused through your group’s earlier movements. An expression whose owner just wanted to quickly get on with her day, with no attention or notice being paid to the handful of crumbs, yourself included, scattered about her kitchen floor.

Your world appears to plunge into total chaos once the Meowstic appears. While she doesn’t appear to recognise your existence just yet, she is still extremely deadly as she moves through the kitchen which you are trapped in, being hundreds of times smaller than her massive socked paws which are rapidly approaching your way. Any thoughts of making first contact with her dissipate immediately as you quickly dive out of the way, her sock, larger than your entire house, slamming down just barely to your right as she walks across the room towards the cupboards. Unfortunately others in your group are not so lucky, with many of the group you were with disappearing with the thud of her sock, not a trace of them remaining as it lifted back off the ground in her stride. As you look upwards, you ponder whether it would be worse to have been killed on impact, or for those stomped on to still be trapped within the fibers of her sock, at the mercy of her erratic movements across the room. For now however, your largest concern is ensuring that you wouldn’t have to be put in that situation, and are forced to scamper around the room to avoid her footfalls.

Your peril, as well as that of the countless others stuck with you however went entirely unnoticed by Claire as she prepared her breakfast, moving from one side of her kitchen to the other as she brought an assortment of fruits and yogurts to the blender. Jessica had recommended a new smoothie recipe to her, and Claire hoped that it might slightly redeem her morning. The move back and forth from her fridge was near apocalyptic to your group, as while most outside of your group failed to find themselves directly under her massive socks, the vibrations caused by her steps were a massive earthquake, shaking you all to your core and causing many to topple over, yourself included.

Those nearby finally breathed a sigh of relief as she stopped moving at the counter, only to be hit by an infernal screeching which caused them to cower in pain. The screech however turned out to simply be the sounds of Claire’s blender, large enough to hold all micros scattered across the floor a hundred times over, slicing and mixing warehouse sized fruits to create her drink. Luckily the sounds ceased before deafening the micros, and Claire poured the mixture into a tall glass before downing it quickly, oceans worth of smoothie rushing down her throat, her being too preoccupied with her day’s later activities to fully savor it. Claire was satisfied at last after finishing her drink, placing it into the sink to be rinsed. Maybe her day wasn’t going to be so bad after all. She was going to see her friend anyways, and she smiled whilst imagining their activities. However that smile would quickly fade as she finally peered down at the kitchen floor, a quick glance at first, noticing some miniscule crumbs scattered across the floor.

Moving crumbs...

Claire’s expression turned to utter disgust as she finally realized what she was peering at.

You instinctively cover your ears after hearing her speak, her voice being amplified tenfold due to the massive size difference. However, unlike the shrill uniformity of the blender, this sound produces a clear intent. You recognize a shrill angry exclamation after finally noticing your presence, however very clearly not in the way that you wanted. Any final hope of being able to communicate with her, to explain that you are anything other than puny insects, is quickly extinguished as the titan lifts her massive paw, before slamming it down onto about a dozen of the micros spread across her kitchen floor. You, like everyone else, got to your feet and began to run. While you knew that it was impossible to escape her, as the time it would take for you to cross a single floor tile, she could traverse a thousand times over, but you had to try anyway. The floor of the titan’s kitchen offered little in the way of cover which could hide you from her, making you visible even at your miniscule size, as well as equally targetable.

As much as you wish not to be crushed by her steps, you wonder if the demon would even be able to crush you at all under her steps. Being as small as you are, you fear that if she hits her target, you would instead be trapped in her threads, unable to escape as she goes about her day, unaware of your existence. This would likely be a fate worse than death. It seems as though you are about to find out if your hypothesis was correct, as her massive socked foot begins to loom directly over your position. However at the last second she retreats her foot, looking down at you for a second more before finally exiting the room, more careful this time not to squish any of you. You breathe a sigh of relief, your first in the last few minutes. However this would not be to last.

Claire was pissed, more-so than usual. After spending hours cleaning every inch of her house the previous day, yet another infestation of insects and bugs seemingly sprung back up overnight, erasing all of her hard work. Without thinking, she immediately slams her socked foot down, landing straight on a dozen or so of the insects. She wasn’t even given the satisfaction of a crunch, the bodies simply vanishing beneath her treads as though they never existed. Frustrated, she continues her rampage, determined to be rid of them all. She finally comes back to her senses after a few seconds, realizing that all she is really accomplishing is dirtying her socks, and that the bugs were too much effort to extinguish for their own good. She has a busy day after all, and she is not about to miss it again just to squash a few bugs. And so she comes up with an idea that would deal with them more efficiently, leaving the kitchen into the closet. Claire returned a few seconds later with an autonomous vacuum cleaner, setting it down on the floor with the automation setting flipped, before simply turning back around, and leaving, content to go on with her day.

The kitchen floor was in disarray. Even with no immediate threat present now that the titaness had seemingly left, the tinies, knowing that their only potential savior had only perceived them as insects to be exterminated, had lost all hope for survival. You however attempted to stay calm, hopeful as ever that you would be able to survive, at least to some extent. And there would always be other opportunities to make your presence known to the Meowstic. Perhaps by getting up onto the counter, or a piece of paper she is writing on, or -  The sound of a door slamming jolts you from your daze. She must have left for the day, you think to yourself, envious at her being able to leave the confines of the house you are trapped within. Amid the muttering and sobbing, you begin to hear a faint mechanical drone; soft at first, yet ever growing. Your heart drops as you realize that your fate is crueler than you could have ever imagined. It was a vacuum cleaner, ready to clean up any of the bugs that the sadistic behemoth missed during her rampage.

As the autonomous device entered into the kitchen, screeching with a deafening roar, it completely drowned out the screams and protests of the tinies even close to you. It’s voracious hunger gobbled them up by the dozen, the machine's soulless algorithm finding an optimal path to collect every flake of dust in the room without fail. Perhaps if you had been in the living room or bedroom, you could have taken some form of refuge behind or under some of the massive monoliths of furniture within the house, but in this modern kitchen, there was barely a safe spot in sight, exposing you and the hundreds likewise trapped at the mercy of this mechanical monster. It is that point where you notice what could have been a potential refuge upon seeing multiple peers make their way to a small crease in between the floor tiles, comparatively a few millimeters deep, but to you it was the best shot you could hope for. Any rational thought at this point gave way to pure instinct as you ran towards any potential salvation. However by that point it was all too late as the deafening suction noise brought with it a small shift in gravity, one becoming increasingly harder to escape from. Eventually your body gave in to the massive force, being lifted off the ground.

The next few minutes for you were a complete blur. At first there was a sudden darkness as the roomba rolled over you, the loud roar deafening to your ears. As you are sucked within, time seems to stand still and move instantly all at once, constantly spinning at rapid speeds. You collide with debris and other unfortunate residents of the beast, fearing that your body would not be able to take much more abuse. Thankfully, this was not to last. The motor started to die down, and you finally fell to the bottom of the pitch black container. Bones surely broken, you slowly got to your feet, hearing but not seeing other survivors around you. As you felt around, you noticed that there was barely any dust within, the machine seemingly only interested in the spotless kitchen and the micros which it held.

You thought to yourself that the one silver lining was that you weren't going to suffocate on dust, before the vacuum began to move again, this time back towards the base station. You wondered how the hell you were going to get out of this mess, as even if you managed to escape before you were all thrown out, there was little you could do. The house’s owner already saw you all as bugs, and you doubted that you would get a good chance at getting her attention again, or at least long enough for her to view you as sapient. You were well and truly fucked. As if you thought it could not get any worse, upon the roomba finally stopping, a familiar suction began, and before you could react you were quickly whisked away, before being deposited in a far more spacious chamber. The weeks worth of dust and accumulated debris was luckily enough to break your fall, filling up the chamber halfway, as your peers are scattered falling around you. The air is stale, filled with dust and rejection, old foodstuffs and crumbs, making it difficult for you to breathe, which along with your whiplash makes any coherent thoughts a labor too intense for you to partake in. Then you black out.

Claire eventually returned home after a busy day of hanging out with her friend, and immediately walked into the kitchen to check if the vacuum had missed anything on the floor, and was pleased to see that the infestation was no more. She then finished rinsing the glass that she had previously used for her smoothie, before placing it back in the cupboard and heading upstairs for a shower. On the way towards the stairwell, she saw the roomba back in it’s charging station, the vacuum bag now full. She contemplated emptying it immediately, but decided against it, opting instead to wait until the weekend when she needed to clean next.

Claire had already forgotten about the bugs by the time that garbage day rolled around. Not that it mattered by that point. The survivors had dropped from about a hundred to barely a dozen over the prior three days, either through being crushed by other debris in the vacuum bag, suffocating or simply dying of thirst. You were barely able to escape this fate through finding a small deposit of water vapour near where you ended up. You had narrowly avoided being crushed by a final avalanche of dust and dirt from the vacuum making another routine clean of the house yesterday, and nearly all of your energy was exhausted. As Claire finally brings the bag out to the curb, you wonder if death through crushing or suffocation would have been better than the fate which now lays in store for you.