Rain woke up like anyone after a night of partying: still tired and barely functioning. However something was different. She stood, her ankles disappearing in the carpet fibers. That's what was different.

Certainly, the carpet fibers did not grow overnight. Beginning to panic, she looked around, taking in her surroundings. The carpet fibers, usually unnoticeable, rose almost past her knees. She usually stood at a measly 5 foot 6, but nonetheless the scale was terrifying.

The door was a whole other story. Stretching far past infinity, the wooden mega-structure seemed cosmic to how small she was. Her breath began to falter with the fear that enveloped her. How could something that was only about a foot taller than her seem so massive?

"Rain!?" A voice sounded out nearby, Rain recognized it instantly. Her friend, and roommate, Zack had apparently been shrunken too, just now standing up nearby. 

The two sprinted into a hug, their individual fears bringing tears to their eyes. "What the fuck happened?" Rain asked.

"I have no idea! All I remember is passing out last night. But I was on the couch? How did I-" 

The door opened. 

All of it happened so fast, far too fast for either to react. The door swung open, blowing Rain and Zack backwards to stare upwards at whoever had just entered the apartment. 

She was gargantuan, similar to the door, amassing into an unbelievable height. Almost too dumbfounded and braindead to recognize her, from her perspective on the ground, Rain figured out who was standing mere feet from killing them. Rain and Zack's roommate Cara.

Cara stood there a minute on her phone, presumably doing god knows what, while Rain and Zack basked in her presence down below.

Cara had been out for the weekend, and missed the party the night before. She had no idea anyone was still here, as, obviously, Rain and Zack had jobs.

She wore her black combat boots, giving her an extra tower of height. Her baggy cargo pants hugged her ass, not that anyone could see it. On top of that, she had on a baggy sweatshirt, matching her bright green highlights. 

After Rain and Zack's minute of peace, Cara kept walking in, duffle bag of clothes strapped on her shoulder. 

Her feet soared above the two of them, Rain and Zack watching as she moved past without a care in the world. Literally they did not exist to her at all. 

Aimlessly, Cara let her bag drop off her shoulder, letting it, from the tiny perspective, crash into the ground. The bag dropped like a bomb, creating a similar shockwave to one. After just standing, the pair were sent back down to the floor once again.

Rain gasped for breath, exasperated and exhausted. "Holy shit." She stood once again, pressing off of her hands and knees.

Zack did the same, "Holy shit is right. We have to get her attention!" 

They didn't need to go far for that, though. After lingering in the kitchen and plugging in her phone, Cara turned around to take her boots off. 

The surreal part of it all was how fast she moved. On expectation she should move slow because of how large she is, but that's only Rain and Zack's perspective. In truth, they were tiny, she was regular sized.

Looking up at her boots as they soared above them, there was a body. Some, poor, unfortunate party-goer had ended up underneath Cara's boot. They were mashed beyond recognition, but clearly the red mangled guts were once human. The guts almost formed a face, screaming for help.

Rain and Zack looked up in horror at the thought of Cara actually killing someone. Some person, someone they might have known, was crushed to death underneath their roommate's boot. Cara didn't even know, nor had a care in the world that the hopes, dreams and life of a human being had been extinguished because of her. 

Obliviously, Cara kept walking, leaning against the shoe wall to pry off her boots. They watched the first fall to the floor without a problem, but even with the hallway width distance they felt the ground shake slightly. 

The next boot was more trouble. Cara struggled to get it off, and nearly lost her balance in the process. For some reason unknown, she began hopping for balance, bouncing the floor and creating such an unstable surface that neither Rain nor Zack could stand. 

As the floor shook and Cara bounced around the hallway, she ended up getting closer and closer to Rain and Zack. The pair were struggling to move, only able to watch as she was almost suddenly on top of them.

Within an instant, Cara's foot landed on top of Zack. As she bounced clumsily towards them, the pair was pinned by the shaking, until Cara ended up demolishing Zack beneath her weight. Rain watched in horror as Zack just vanished from view, replaced by the building that was Cara's foot.

Not a second later, the boot popped off, getting flung back across the hall. Cara slammed her other foot down, leaving Rain to get air time once more as the ground shook.

Rain sat there, dumbfounded, at what she just watched. One of her best friends, the girl she had loved for years now, even got to live with her, had just unknowingly murdered her best friend. Zack was gone. His entire life leading up to somehow being shrunken down and accidentally crushed beneath Cara, simply because she lost her balance. 

All of this, rattling inside Rain's head, and Cara just sighed and walked away like nothing ever happened. Like Zack was just at work, and not dead, smashed into paste on the bottom of her black socks.

Rain watched as Cara rounded the corner into the living room. She still couldn’t move. There wasn’t anything even left of Zack on the carpet. He was just gone. 

Eventually, she mustered up the energy to keep going. She needed to get Cara’s attention. She needed to be saved. She couldn’t die like this. Not like a bug.

She dragged herself down the hallway towards the kitchen, devising some kind of plan. A phone cord dangled off of the counter, one of two. The other was probably attached to Cara’s phone. Rain still had her phone. She could call her. She has to call her.

She couldn’t call her from the ground though, that was too dangerous. Rain approached the cable, not another person in sight. Prepping herself, she stood and stared up the wire, remembering all of the pain of rope-climbing in gym class. She always loved it when Cara would climb the rope. 

“Fuck.” Rain breathed. She began the climb, pulling herself up centimeter by centimeter. 

Almost an hour of excruciating climbing later, Rain had made it to the top, where she found more people.

Only a few, but all she recognized. There was Dylan, a boy from high school that she stayed friends with. He joined the army, and came home just a few weeks ago. This was his first party sense. She found him sitting in a ball in the center.

His girlfriend Katie was sitting next to him, trying to comfort him. Katie stayed home while Dylan was away, being loyal to him the whole time. 

Finally, Sam was the one who greeted her. Sam also had had a crush on Cara, and somewhat competed for her with Rain. He seemed empty. 

“Hey, glad to see you.” He said, pulling Rain for a hug.

“Glad to see you too.” Rain said, “How are you guys doing?”

Sam stepped back, his eyes welling. “She didn’t see us.” He sat down on the counter. “She placed her phone down right in front of us, and just missed us completely.” 

Rain didn’t even want to bring up Zack. She couldn’t.  “I’m so sorry. She walked right over me.” Rain sighed.

From next to Dylan, Katie stood. “What do we even do?!” She exclaimed. “We’re as small as crumbs for fucks sake!” 

It was true, just the counter stretched on for what looked like miles. The sink, far off in the distance, was a monolithic canyon. 

Cara’s phone, plugged in nearby, was massive in of itself. The piece plugged into her phone, usually not as big as a fingernail, was bigger than Rain. Walking over to it, the piece was half as tall as her.

“I have an idea.” Rain began. She pulled out her phone, “I’m going to call Cara.”

Sam looked at her in shock. “And say what? ‘Hey Cara it’s me, your roommate, I’m shrunk along with about twenty other people and we’re scattered around the house!’ I doubt she’ll even believe you!” He was growing increasingly frustrated with the whole situation; he felt doomed.

“She doesn’t need to believe us, dude! She just needs to see us!” Rain cried out. She had faith in this plan, that it could save them.

The group gathered in the center of the counter between Cara’s phone and the edge. It felt like a wide open space, but it wasn’t even a foot long. 

Rain held her phone in hand, terrified of this going wrong. She remembered Zack. She remembered how effortlessly Cara killed him. She didn’t want to die like that. She couldn’t see anyone else die like that, either.

Hesitantly, she hit call. The phone behind them began to vibrate, a deafening “BZZZ” looping. The counter shook back and forth ever so slightly, but slight enough to send the group off balance. 

Luckily, nobody fell, but standing was a nightmare. What made it worse was the booming. The counter shook worse now, an up and down following Cara’s footsteps. She was skinny, too, which made it all the scarier. How small could they really be, with someone so average as Cara could cause that much damage. 

As soon as they saw her, the group began jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs to even barely make it above the phone’s buzzing. Cara’s eyes glossed right over them, staring at her phone; she smiled seeing it was Rain calling.

Before she picked it up, though, her hand came down to the counter. As her eyes followed her hand down to the counter, the group screamed even louder. The fear and adrenaline amplified their strength, hoping that just a small ounce would resonate with Cara.

It didn’t. Her mouth twitched downwards for a brief moment, as her hand landed next to the group. Her eyes landed on them, but still, it felt like she didn’t saw them at all.

Her other hand, lifting up her phone, completely distracted her as she swiped what she thought was crumbs into the sink. 

Her hands were usually small, compared to Rain’s, but at this size, it was gargantuan. Just her palm towered over them as it engulfed their presence. A protest ended over a simple swipe of her hand.

The force she exerted alone shattered bones. Rain felt the air burst out of her throat as Cara’s hand caught up with her sprint away from it. 

As her hand lifted away from the counter the group continued tumbling towards the sink. They gripped anything they could that wasn’t moving, being caught by the lip between the regular counter and sink. In the chaos, Rain’s phone was lost, she watched it, along with Dylan, fly into the pit of the sink.

Dylan rocketed down to the metal surface, his legs already broken from being caught underneath Cara’s hand as she swept him away like dirt. He smacked the bottom of the sink lifelessly, cracking his skull on the metal and dying instantly. Cara thought they were crumbs.

In the distance, Rain heard Cara answer the call. She asked “Hello? Rain?” A couple times before giving up. She sighed, “Weird,” and gave up. 

Rain sat and watched as Cara looked down at the counter. “Filthy,” She said, grabbing a counter cleaner spray and a paper towel.

Sam sprinted out to the center of Cara's view as she prepared to spray down the counter to clean it. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he tried his damndest to get her attention in any way. After nearly dying by her hand swipe, it was all or nothing now.

"CARA! CARA WE'RE DOWN HERE! DON'T SPRAY! DON'T-" But it was too late. She never noticed him.

Without any hesitation Cara sprayed down the counter with a cleaner for it, lightly soaking it all around. 

Rain and Katie, off to the corner near the sink, were safe from the spray. Sam, on the other hand, in the center of it all, was not. The spray soaked itself into his skin, mouth and eyes, and it burned.

Immediately Sam fell to his knees as the cleaner ate away at his eyes, the inside of his mouth, and burned all the cuts on his skin as it soaked inside of him. The pain was acidic, and it was evident from his screaming. All the while, Cara looked down above with vacant eyes, not even noticing Sam's excruciating pain.

Rain and Katie watched in horror at the fear on Sam's face while he screamed in pain. All of that, though, was crushed in an instant as Cara slammed down her hand and a paper towel on top of him, shattering him.

Rain's heart sank, watching someone else disappear like Zack did. Her shock kept her still, sitting on the sink as Cara casually cleaned the counter. 

Katie's shock sent her running. She had just watched Dylan die, and now Sam get crushed by someone she barely knew. Traumatized, she sprinted out to the counter, trying to get past Cara's cleaning.

From Cara's perspective, however, Katie appeared as a tiny insect moving along the counter. Rain knew how Cara felt about bugs, so she knew what was coming next.

Cara spotted what she thought was a bug moving along on the counter, and swiped her paper towel over it to get rid of it.

Katie, however, did not die from the swipe. Much like before with Cara's hand, she was simply caught on the paper towel, being dragged along as she cleaned. Rain could hear the screaming as Katie struggled for freedom from Cara's obliviousness. She had no idea what was happening as the counter scraped off Katie's skin. 

When she finished, Cara lifted up the paper towel and crumpled it into a ball. Katie's last words were screaming for Cara to stop. Finally, without a care in the world, she began to walk away, headed towards the trash to dispose of Katie.

But Rain had another idea. Already being near the edge of the counter, she sprinted towards Cara and did the stupidest thing she could think of: she jumped.

With the luck of an olympian, Rain landed on Cara's ass. The usually baggy cargo pants hugged Cara's ass, so the grip was tight. Lucky for Rain, her crush on Cara shown through, and she hugged her whole body against her pants' ass-cheek. 

Unlucky for Rain, she watched as Cara absent-mindedly tossed Katie's body in the trash. By now she was definitely dead, but seeing it nonetheless was terrifying for Rain. That could be her.

During all of the previous chaos Rain had caused, and the trauma of watching friends die, she forgot that Cara wasn't going to stand all day.

Cara approached her bed, pausing for a second for reasons Rain didn't know, but that's when it hit her. Cara was about to lay down. Usually at some point on her days off, Cara will take a few hours long nap, and this was it. 

Rain began climbing up Cara as fast as she could, hoping to avoid being crushed to death after all she had survived so far. She had lucked out being a victim of Cara's carelessness, and couldn't die now on her crush's ass, although it sounded nice.

However, Rain didn't get much of a choice. Cara spun around and sat down, oblivious to Rain, screaming out for her to just hear her. Cara had no idea, as she lay on her back, that Rain was pinned beneath her ass, struggling and screaming for help. 

All seemed lost for Rain. Cara lay on her back, ass to the bed, relaxing, for what could be the next few hours. Rain couldn't breathe, she could barely move beside wriggle around, but it isn't like that did much good.

Worst of all, it wasn't even a quick death. As she thought about it, none of them were, besides Zack. Sam was acidified for several long seconds before being crushed, Dylan was scooped under Cara's hand and then fell to his death, and Katie was dragged along the counter and crumpled up into a ball. Finally, Rain was going to suffocate under Cara's ass fat. 

She felt her lungs start to convulse as the time grew that she was underneath. Her whole body screamed for oxygen as Rain fought her hardest and failed to escape.

And then she turned. Uncomfortable on her back, Cara shifted herself onto her side to sleep. 

Rain, still holding on, felt the pressure painfully drag her across the bed until she was lifted into the air as Cara shifted. Rain let go soon after, falling onto the bed next to her roommate. 

Rain didn't even comprehend what had just happened, or how to react to it. One moment she was doomed to die, her lungs caving in from the minutes she spent underneath Cara, and the next she was launched back onto the bed. All the will of Cara being ever so slightly uncomfortable.

When Rain awoke, she was being dragged across the bed. She watched as Cara got further away from her. 

Above, she saw her friend Holly, who was the one dragging her. The two gathered around with a couple other people near the edge of the bed, all of them watching as Rain recovered her strength.

"One Hell of a way to get laid." Holly joked, helping Rain sit up. Holly was the only other person, besides Zack, who knew how she felt about Cara.

"Shut up..." Rain groaned. She was exhausted and could barely speak, let alone sit up. Unsurprisingly, Rain passed back out.

When she awoke, much later, her and the others had made their way onto the kitchen table. The group of about 10 different people were positioned in the center, waiting for Cara to arrive.

Rain, able to consciously stand and move, approached the group to see what was going on. "What's the plan, now?" She asked. In honesty, Rain wasn't even scared anymore, just pessimistic. Whatever plan this was, she was certain it would fail.

Holly, however, was not. Holly was the one who came up with the idea, after watching Rain dangle off of Cara's ass. 

"Once Cara gets here," Holly explained in front of everyone, "We're going to climb her. I don't care what's going on, or what she's doing. Out of all of us, at least one of us is bound to get to her ear and shout at the top of your lungs. Get her attention, no matter what!" Holly seemed so certain that Rain didn't want to stop her.

And so, they waited. Hours passed, but eventually Cara came back. She had a microwave dinner, something fast and lazy. She, too, was tired, not paying much attention to her food, but rather to her phone. 

The group charged in the shadows, making sure not to get seen by Cara and crushed. As Rain moved towards her, she couldn’t help but look up at Cara. As deadly as she was, at the end of all this, none of it was on purpose. She was still Rain’s friend, and never even knew how many people she’d killed so far. That, and Cara only had on a bra, so the view was incredible.

Rain landed on Cara’s boobs, along with most everyone else. A few landed lower, and a couple even hit collarbone level. Rain bounced when she landed, nearly slipping down further, to certain doom. Looking down, it seemed scarier to slip between Cara’s boobs and suffocate than fall towards her lap. 

Rain pushed upwards, scaling Cara’s chest and reaching her neck. Cara had shoulder length hair, so the group reached that pretty fast. 

The amount of people climbing must have felt like something to Cara, because she ran her hand through her hair, adjusting it. 

Rain watched as people were caught by Cara’s hand, getting stuck and pushed deeper into her hair. Some, though, were a little less lucky. One girl, who Rain didn’t know, got stuck on Cara’s finger, and fell down Cara’s back as her hand pulled out of her hair. Rain isn’t sure if she survived, but she guessed not. 

Others fell forwards as Cara’s hair fell back down after her hand let go. A couple fell down into Cara’s food, getting scooped up into her next bite.

They fought for freedom from the fork, struggling against the spaghetti, but it was no use. Faster than they could struggle, the fork was in Cara’s mouth.

They were tossed around on Cara’s tongue as it absorbed the taste of the food. Before long it tossed them onto her molars like nothing. No matter how loud they screamed and tried to free themselves it was no use. Cara couldn’t feel or hear them, nor did she care. 

One of the two managed to get halfway out of Cara’s molars’ grasp, only to get chopped in half, left to bleed out between Cara’s tongue and teeth, or get tossed back into the fray, screaming for help from the oblivious girl eating dinner. 

Rain couldn’t stop climbing, though. No matter the cost. She gripped Cara’s hair tight, hoping at the very least she could get to Cara’s ear. 

She was nearly to her ear when her hand came back to push the hair out her face. Rain saw it coming, and in one last hail mary, leaped from Cara’s hair to her ear. 

She didn’t make it. Seeing the ear slip away, Rain refused to die. She reached out towards Cara’s earring, hanging from a dangly alien ear piercing. 

Rain shouted at the top of her lungs, praying she would be heard. “CARA! CARA ITS RAIN!” At this point Rain was one of a few left. That last adjustment took out most of who was left, and Rain herself was barely hanging on.

Holly was the other person left, just about to make the jump into Cara’s ear. “Hold on Rain! I promise you’ll be okay! Both of us will!” Holly jumped into Cara’s ear, shouting out her name.

It was certainly enough, but not at all understandable. To Cara, all she could hear was a tiny squeaking, and an itch in her ear. 

Holly watched on in paralyzed fear as Cara’s finger launched itself into her ear. With nowhere to go, Holly was pressed against the massive ear canal, screaming louder as Cara crushed her with her finger, and tore open her guts with her fingernail as she took it out. 

Left bleeding out, Holly laid in Cara’s ear, refusing to try and speak again. Rain, though, had better ideas. She continued screaming from her spot on Cara’s earring, hoping to get Cara to hear her.

“CARA! IT’S RAIN! I’M DANGLING FROM YOUR FUCKING EARRING! HEAR ME! HEAR ME FUCKING PLEASE!” She began to swing back and forth on her earring, drawing what was probably unwanted attention to herself. 

Cara paused, her hand was halfway to her ear again, but she swore she heard someone. She swore it was Rain. “Rain?” She asked aloud. 

“YES! YES ABSOLUTELY YES! I’M HERE! I’M HANGING FROM YOUR STUPID EARRING! YOUR LEFT EAR!”

Cara’s hand gently hovered beneath her earring, waiting for Rain to get on. Gently, Cara brought Rain down into view, staring at her bewildered. It was only a second, but Cara couldn’t help but laugh.

The sound was deafening to Rain, as Cara laughed and shook lightly with laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s just, how did you get so fucking small?” Cara asked between laughter. It was morbid, and terrifying to Rain. Cara really could kill her without a second thought, on purpose or not. 

So, as was the course of action, Rain explained the day’s events. 

After Rain had explained everything, Cara seemed pretty messed up. She sat still for awhile, not sure how to feel. Eventually, she sighed. "I'm gonna go shower. Get any remaining bodies off of me."

She stood from the bed, where she had taken Rain to talk, causing the whole structure to bounce back up. Rain lost her balance, falling over as Cara walked away oblivious.

During the explanation, Rain had come to the conclusion, out of everyone at the party, she was the only one not dead. That fact terrified her, 19 people had died over the course of one day, all because of Cara. And out of pure luck, Rain somehow survived. At least, so far.

While waiting for Cara to return, Rain fell asleep, the day's events catching up with her physically.

However, that wasn't the smartest idea. Rain awoke to a 'thunk,' and a weight present on top of her. It definitely wasn't Cara, but something lighter. Rain struggled against it, trying to lift whatever was pinning her down off.

She pushed against it, feeling how light the material was, and managed to put it together. Rain was underneath a pile of clothes. She began crawling, trying to find the exit. In the distance, she could here Cara calling softly out for her, trying not to be too loud.

"Are you under my clothes?" Cara whispered, she was right outside the pile.

Before Rain could get out a reply, Cara swiped the clothes off the bed, Rain included. She hit the ground mixed into the pile, tangled inside Cara's sock. The single ankle-sock was huge compared to Rain. As much as she struggled out of the sock, she slipped back down inside.

Rain watched, now, as Cara paced the room looking for Rain. After a couple minutes of anxiety build-up, she gave up. "Fuck, fine." Cara sighed. "I'm going to carefully do laundry. Try to make your way onto my nightstand... Where ever you are." Cara said, loud enough so the room could hear her.

Rain struggled more, falling down to the toes of Cara's sock. Her whole world rocketed into the air, as Cara picked up the dirty laundry on the floor and dropped it into the laundry basket. Trapped between piles of clothes, Rain felt hopeless. She fought out of the sock, but then found herself lost inside a mountain of dark colored clothing.

She cried out for Cara's attention, but unsurprisingly, it was no use. Cara couldn't hear Rain from that distance, and never would. Carelessly, she lugged the laundry basket to the laundry room, dropping it in front of the machine.

Rain lurched downwards as the basket hit the floor, her anxiety rising. As much as she crawled, everything ended up being a dead end. She was trapped.

Cara picked up the clothes in piles, tossing them into the machine. She was worried about Rain, so ended up zoning into the laundry, not really paying attention to it. Rain was a victim of this, seeing Cara's blank expression as she was tossed into the laundry machine.

Rain's pile landed on the bottom, staring up at the ceiling as Cara piled more in. Rain screamed, hoping she would echo enough for Cara to hear her.

Somehow, she did! Cara paused, holding a pile of clothes, ready to drop. "Rain?" She asked into the machine, squinting to see. She paused for a moment, then leaned back out. "Rain?" She repeated, towards what Rain could only assume was her bedroom.

Cara sighed, dropping the pile of clothes in. "I'm just hallucinating, Rain is fine." The pile dropped on top of Rain, pinning her down once again.

"FUCK!" She cried into a pile of dirty laundry. Rain fought for freedom as more clothes dropped down, each pile making her escape harder.

And then the piles stopped coming. "CARA! CARA I'M IN HERE!" Rain shouted. The clang of the lid silenced Rain; it was a worthless cause.

Rain kept climbing. Even if Cara left in the washer, that didn't mean she had to drown. The water rushed inside, chasing Rain upwards between the shirt sleeves and pant legs. However, as the floors beneath Rain were soaked, her own footing fell through.

The piles collapsed downwards, wet cloth pinning Rain down. The water rose up her horizontal frame, beginning to drown her. Rain couldn't swim upwards fast enough. The water surpassed her ceiling, trapping her in the cloth layer, with no exit to be found.

Drowning is a similar fate to suffocation. Rain struggled against the water, failing to swim upwards. Her lungs pulsed for air, Rain's lips begging to part for breath. She couldn't stop, she wouldn't stop, but that only made it worse.

She began to convulse, her body flailing for any kind of air. Eventually, though, it was no use. Her vision going black and her body going numb, Rain drowned in the washing machine, surrounded by her crush's clothes.

Meanwhile, Cara searched for Rain, and never ended up finding her. She never was able to prove what happened to anyone, not even being in the building when everyone supposedly disappeared.

Although Cara was taken to court, she got out innocent, and away with 20 accidental murders. Time went by, but eventually she moved on with her life, forgetting about the friends she killed.