title: Plain Bad Timing aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [SpeckLaz] id: [43759056] date: 星期五, 十一月 11日 2022, 11:55:24 晚上 modified: 星期五, 十一月 11日 2022, 11:59:48 晚上

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Plain Bad Timing

Author: SpeckLaz Source: Plain Bad Timing

Uh-oh! You ended up inside a shoe and now someone's coming back to put it on. I'd wish you luck, but at your size, I don't think there's any amount of luck that'll be helpful.

Get in the shoe, retrieve the phone, get out. You climbed and crossed the insole quick, and your phone was intact…but it wasn't enough. You felt frustrated: Who takes a shoe off for a few minutes to put it right back on?

You want to cry at how unfair this predicament is, but the paw intruding within the shoe demands attention. You're too small to be felt, an advantage, but you're also small enough to be smeared, a disadvantage.

No choice: to the front of the insole you run. The synthetic weave is not easy to move on. The interface of paw-insole had only been undone minutes ago. The damp floor slowed you, and a heated, humid atmosphere weighed you down. It took a full-effort leap to reach the tip.

Winded, your back against the toe, the paw slips in. Its form contorts and wiggles, bucking your cave of a world in every manner of direction. Light is fading as the instep slips past the entrance. Toes are bearing down on you. You have enough room, but it's no less intimidating.

The forward motion of the paw halts, a thumb slips into view. It grasps the tongue, which groans from the leverage of the pull. You falter at the jolt, a loud THUMPFK!!! as you're now locked in with the lowest extremity of this moving monolith.

The tongue and ankle fit loose enough to allow some light in. This lets you watch the toes wiggle open, splayed, then relax closed.

Cloth-dragging-on-cloth scratches up and away from you. The wearer of these shoes lacing them. There was no warning as the toes rose upwards at a panicked speed, bouncing off the top of the toecap's interior.

Toearches, and the wall of the paw's ball is exposed to you.

The ground below you floated. The light coming into the shoe's interior flickered as the tongue jostled. More cloth-dragging-on-cloth. Muffled this time. Someone's leaning over to tie the other shoe, and lifted the paw you're with to balance!

Your pride in deciphering these movements is short-lived. You drop. Fast. Your stomach impinges up into your throat. An honest gasp came out of your lungs, and your wits shook.

The shoe returned to the floor with a crash. The stop went through your seated body's back, right into your butt. Grunting, gritting teeth. The rubber, canvas, and nylon around you creaked. The toes settled into the darkened, dredged divots.

It bent. Instantaneous. You had occupied space in front of the toes. Now you were speeding towards their rising forms. You slid under one, grazing it. Its divot had enough of a slope to give you a life-saving fling, smacking into the wall of the paw's ball.

Now you were weightless. Pressed into and experiencing your first step, up-close-and-personal. The minor movement earlier had nothing on the completion of that first surge forward. You were flung like a cheap toy back in front of the toes.

Your brain rattled from the speed. Something this big, this fast, was at the limit of your comprehension. Your muscles were aching, joints upset, but your bones were quiet...for now. Clothes? Ruined. And you remembered: that was a single step.

Plain bad timing.