Alix worked at a small sub shop in his home town called The Steak Shack. It was a shitty, minimum wage job, but he had friends there, so it wasn't too bad. Currently, he and his friend Sharine were both working the register. One would bag, and the other would ring up whatever the customer got.

Of course, they struck when he was alone. During a slow part of the night, when Sharine went to the back of the shop to get change for the register, Alix shrunk.

Everything happened so suddenly. One second he stood behind the register, staring off into the deep space of the counter, and the next, he found himself standing on the counter.

When he came to, two other people of the same size stood before him. The one closest extended their hand towards Alix, helping him up. 

"I am Lasius, this is Pogon. We are the people of the small world, and we need your help." Lasius explained.

Before anything could be discussed, however, Alix needed a second. He was standing on the counter at work. 

The expanse all around him stretched outwards in every direction. He could see the far end of the counter that stretched to the wall, what was once barely two steps away, blurred because of the newfound distance.

He spun around, looking now upwards at the register. It towered above them all, a machine so simple yet so terrifyingly large. The keys on it looked to be the size of cars.

Nothing, however, compared to her. Sharine was walking back to the register, titanic in size. Usually, Alix was taller than Sharine. Now, standing on the counter, he was smaller than her finger nails. A crumb, in comparison.

"I know you are in shock, but we need to move." Pogon said, making her way down the counter.

Sharine moved behind the counter, seeming confused to where Alix went. 

"Alix?" She said aloud, looking around the cubby behind the counter. Her voice boomed, vibrating Alix like he stood too close to a speaker.

Settling that he wasn't there, Sharine moved behind the register. The store was dead, so there wasn't much to do.

"Let's go!" Lasius said, dragging Alix by the wrist. The three moved down the counter, towards the second, non-functional register. 

Before they could get too far, though, Sharine spotted them. Alix looked up at his coworker, who only looked down at them in disgust. 

"Run!" Pogon cried, ushering the other two along.

Sharine reacted casually, seeing them only as ants, and treating them as such. Quickly and carelessly, she swiped her hand across the counter, trying to push them off the counter. 

However, out of pure luck, Alix and Lasius made it. Pogon, though, wasn't too lucky. She was caught by Sharine's pinky, tumbling along the counter towards the edge. She screamed out in fear and pain as her skin peeled off against the counter from roadburn.

She survived the fall, landing in a pile of receipts in the full trash bin. Alix and Lasius watched from above, hiding on the power cord of the broken register. 

Alix knew what was coming next. Whenever the trash was full, Sharine would put her foot on top and push it down. And that is exactly what she did.

Pogon watched as Sharine's sneaker rose above her, only to drop down on top of her, as Sharine watched the trash be pushed back down, uncaring. She didn't see Pogon fall into the trash, and she didn't care. Pogon was crushed beneath Sharine's strength, feeling her bones crunch and her already peeled skin burn from the dirty rubber pushing onto her. And Sharine didn't know, and never would.

Alix sat in fear next to Lasius, who, come to think of it, he didn't even know. "She. How did Sharine not see us? I mean she did but -" 

Lasius gripped Alix's shoulder. "I'm sorry for what has happened, and what you have seen. Pogon is dead, and I must tell you now, as I meant to before, that to your kind we appear as ants."

Alix lost his breath. He stared dumbfounded between Lasius and Sharine, petrified of the news. "So she did see us. We just look like ants." 

"That is correct. There are other species that truly are ants, but for some reason our kind, although being human, appear as ants to our larger variant." Lasius explained.

"That's... Terrifying." Alix said. He watched as his gargantuan coworker simply went about her day, unaware that at any second she could spot her friend, and kill him, simply because he looks like an ant to her.

"Indeed it is." Lasius said, moving down the diagonal wire to the floor. "We have requested your help to an issue related to this. Our scouts have caught word that your people intend to cleanse the store of any and all insects - our kind - and need to put a stop to it. We need your help to do so."

Alix, following Lasius to the floor, stopped, as the pair reached the hardwood. He knew about the plans, the store was supposed to close for a day to do it. A health inspector or someone had spotted, apparently, the colony, behind the fridges that held the drinks. The store then failed the inspection, unless they eradicate the ants. It began to hit him, the effect such a careless act would have on a whole civilization. 

"Innocent people will die, if you do not help us." Lasius emphasized.

The pair made their way across the floor, moving towards the cubby at the back of the register area. 

Evidently, Sharine had the same idea. Lasius slammed Alix back, thrusting his arm into Alix's chest. Sharine's sneaker smashed into the ground directly in front of them as Sharine walked past towards the cubby. He watched, petrified, as her rubber sole squished down underneath her and bounced back up as she walked.

The shockwave blasted the two of them backwards, crashing into the wood on their backs as Sharine continued on, oblivious to the plights of the two living breathing being nearly directly below her. Even if she could see them, they were simply ants. 

"We intend to move our colony once this is done." Lasius said, helping Alix up. "But the process to do so is lengthy, and the date for the purge is tomorrow." 

"This feels like a last minute plan." Alix pointed out, still dumbfounded by the sheer scale of his usually-inches-shorter coworker. 

"It is." Lasius said, leading him further. 

The pair hugged the side, avoiding Sharine's shifting feet as she stood on her phone. Not soon later, Alix's phone buzzed. 

"Where are you?" The text read. It was from Sharine.

"Was that her?" Lasius said, standing before Sharine's impatiently tapping foot. 

"Yeah." Alix answered. "Am I allowed to answer it?" 

Lasius turned towards him, pausing for a second before snatching the phone from his hand and tossing it underneath Sharine's foot. "No." He answered.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Alix cried out in anger. "That was my fucking phone!!" 

Lasius sighed. "My people do not have phones. Once this is over, I will do what I can to get you another." 

As Sharine walked back to the register, Alix picked up the remnants of his crushed phone from where her toes had been. There was barely anything left but a semi-rectangular shape.

"Come." Lasius said, "We must keep going."

The pair silently continued into the gap behind the fridges, Alix still upset about losing his phone. The space they entered truly highlighted their size.

The fridges themselves made up the entire section of wall between the register and the back kitchen, so Alix could see straight to the end. From his tiny perspective, this space was at least a mile long. 

They walked upon small beams lining the wall, of which they could see downwards to the floor. Steadily they climbed, gaining the height to be possibly level with Sharine's waist, but somehow also kicking in Alix's fear of heights.

On either side was action, as the beams were between the fridges of the sub shop and the ice cream place next door. They could hear the ear piercing voices of the teenage girls next door working the ice cream shop. And on the other side came Paige, another of Alix's coworkers, coming to get a drink. 

As Lasius spotted her headed for the fridge, he tensed up immediately. "Alix hug the bridge!" He shouted, dropping to his stomach and wrapping his arms and legs around it.

"What?" Alix said, confused. Of course, this delay did not give him the time to react. As Paige pulled open the fridge door, a gust of wind followed. 

The air seemed to pull outwards, towards the door, knocking Alix completely off balance. He slipped off the edge, catching himself just barely with one hand. 

Alix began to panic, looking down the hundreds of feet that would definitely kill him, all because Paige wanted a soda. His legs went numb as his grip tightened to what felt like impossible strength. 

Behind him, Paige, he could see her dirty blonde hair and dark green work shirt, checked her phone as she casually picked out something to drink. She couldn't see Alix hanging for his life as she grabbed something, and let the door slam shut, creating another pulse of wind. 

Alix very nearly lost his grip, feeling the wind push him now underneath the bridge, his hand glued down as Lasius pulled him up.

"From now on, Alix, you need to listen to me. No matter what I say, your life is at stake." Lasius scolded him after they were both back atop the bridge. 

Alix nodded. "This sucks." 

"I know. I live it." Lasius said. "Once we reach the back kitchen, a crew will be there waiting for us." Lasius continued, changing the subject. "They will journey with us to attempt to save the colony from your species. Unfortunately, I cannot bring you to the colony, as our home must remain a secret to all those not apart of it." Lasius said.

"Alright, the more the safer, I guess." Alix responded.

"The more to pull you out of danger." Lasius joked.

Alix laughed, "Why do you even need me, anyways?" He asked, as they walked.

"In part, to let one of you know that we exist. And another, for someone who knows this store to assist us in our journey, as we never really leave behind these fridges, for protection." Lasius answered.

Eventually, they reached the other side. The bridge increased in height until it leveled with the back kitchen sink, where the others were waiting.

Lasius introduced Alix to everyone, increasing their group to 10. From that point, they agreed on the plan. Together, they had to make their way across the kitchen, into the office, and destroy the spray that the owner, Mary, intended on releasing atop the colony that night. 

First, however, they had to cross the kitchen, the most dangerous part of the store. Directly in front of them was the sink and the hurricane of dishes. 

Paige, the same one who almost sent Alix falling to his death earlier, was doing the dishes. The sink was a spray handle attached to the wall. Water was going everywhere, including the sink, lowering the temperature and creating a small wind towards the sink. On top of all of that, the store speaker was located behind the sink, and Paige was dancing as she cleaned. 

Looking out into the storm, Alix commented, "We need to cross that?" 

Lasius sighed, "Yes. We must be incredibly careful not to slip into the sink, and hug the wall." The walkway ahead of them was a small inch of counter between the sink and the wall. At their size it was closer to a couple feet, but it was tight nonetheless.

Together, finally, they moved forward. As they walked, Alix watched his coworker from his position. Her hips were even with the sink counter, dancing around and shaking as she carelessly sprayed steaming hot water in, and unfortunately around, the sink. 

The group pushed against the wind and water, feeling it pull them towards the sink. One of them, a man named Poma, was the first to go down. As Paige bopped and shook her shoulders and hips, Poma slipped on the water and tumbled off the counter into the water. 

Some rushed to the side to see if they could spot or save Poma, but it was too late. The soapy ocean in the sink shifted as Paige nonchalantly picked out dishes, sending others falling over one another. Wherever Poma was, there was a strong chance he would never see the surface again. Alas, the group carried onward. 

"He's-" One started. 

"Dead." Lasius finished. "We must keep moving; the entire colony is at stake." 

Not too soon after, they reached the rest of the counter, away from the sink. Unfortunately, more dangers awaited them here.

Another of Alix's coworkers, Alana, a skinny girl with a deep black bob haircut, was cleaning the counter with a sponge. 

"Why is everyone cleaning?!" One of the group asked. 

"Because we close soon!" Alix answered. 

"We have to brave the counter, we don't have much time!" Lasius shouted over the music.

The group pushed forwards, as Alana scrubbed in circles on the counter. For the most part they were okay, as she was focused on the center. Moving slow and steady got them nearly there. 

Until, of course, Alana needed to clean the back edge. They watched as she leaned into the counter, half on top of it, squishing the sponge against the wall and moving it down the counter. It would be on top of them within seconds.

"RUN!" Lasius screamed. They began an all out sprint down the counter, ignoring the fear of potentially being spotted. 

Alix looked over his shoulder, the anxiety building inside him. As he did, he made eye contact with Alana, and not the good kind. 

"Ew." Her voice echoed over anything else in the room, as it directed towards them. "We have ants!" She yelled.

Alana's voice was so loud as she shouted, they couldn't help but slow down out of the pain in their heads. A man in the back fell, even. He wasn't going to survive, and everyone else's instinct kept them going. They knew he was dead but were too afraid to go back for him. 

The sponge rolled over him smoothly, Alana using it to brush the group off the counter. Somehow the rest outran in, already being neat the edge, they jumped.

However, the one who was underneath it wasn't so lucky. Trapped and tangled with the sponge, he found himself dragged across the counter, the metal burning his skin as it scraped across him. Alana lifted the sponge in the air, holding it over the trash as she peered at the man stuck to the sponge. 

He struggled, screaming for his life towards uncaring ears. Alana looked at him with disgust, flicking him off the sponge and into the trash with her wrist. He was as good as dead.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group had jumped off the counter, plummeting to the tile below.

Surprisingly, everyone was completely fine landing on the ground. All 8 of them. Lasius explained it had to do with their size as the group hid beneath the counter to gather themselves.

Ahead of them lay the most dangerous expanse so far, the main kitchen, where subs were made. Workers gathered here not only to serve customers, but also to simply talk and joke around. And the group of 8 tinies who looked like ants needed to cross it. 

"If we hug the wall underneath the food containers, we should be okay." Lasius said as the group exited from underneath the counter. 

Slowly, they made their way across the tiled floor, traveling between the cracks, not that it was deep enough anyways. 

As they moved, they could feel and hear the booming as Alix's friends and coworkers moved around them, able to crush them at any time, whether intentional or not. Far above they laughed and joked around, completely oblivious to Alix's presence. 

Underneath all of the talking, laughing, and booming of footsteps, the group was too focused on moving across the floor to hear Alix's coworker Vicky approach behind them with a broom.

At nearly the last second Alix turned to see it. His coworker Vicky, a normally 6'1" girl, was horrifically gigantic at his new size. Her legs alone were endless in height, even more in the width of her thighs. Her bleached blonde hair had been tied into a ponytail behind her, her eyes looking almost directly at the group, obvious to their presence. 

The broom she used was the typical wide push-broom, collecting a mountain of dust and dirt particles the size of cars for the tinies' size. 

"FUCKING RUN-" Alix managed to scream as the group noticed the onslaught together. The sound of the scraping had been almost silent underneath the talking and joking around above them, only audible as the static became deafening the closer it got.

The group was immediately separated as Vicky continued sweeping, completely unaware to the group's plights. Many were tangled in the bristles, broken and crushed either by the weight from being underneath the bristles, or squished between the dirt and dust. 

Alix watched as he tumbled between the bristles as someone fell behind the broom, escaping its hellish clutches. Unfortunately for them, Vicky's shoe had other ideas. Just as they began to attempt to stand once more, her foot came crashing down, killing them nearly instantly. The combination of the stress and the trauma caused Alix to pass out, potentially for the last time.

Meanwhile, others in the group were not as lucky as Alix. A woman named Vonda watched as Alix dropped out of the bristles, rolling until he fell between the cracks, safe and sound. 

Vonda hung on for dear life as Vicky pushed the broom forwards, stopping every sweep to go back for what fell out. Vonda struggled to hang on, each titanic leap into the air and slam back down loosening her grip severely. 

Until eventually, she did fall off. Her grip slipped out and down she went, tumbling towards the front of the broom, caught up in the dust, screaming for her life as Vicky swept the floor calmly. 

Vonda was tossed around, landing in the final pile at the end of the kitchen, pinned beneath a spec of dirt, which to her, was the size of a car.

Vicky finally finished, swapping out her larger broom for the smaller one. The broom used to push the pile onto the dustpan. 

Helpless, Vonda could do nothing but watch as the titanic human carelessly swept her away, pushing her deeper into the dustpan. 

She screamed at the top of her lungs, somehow in denial of the humans seeing them as ants. Her pleas did not go unanswered, however. 

Unfortunately, her denial was misplaced. Vicky looked down into the dustpan, a look of both humor and disgust upon her face. 

With her deep yet ear shatteringly loud voice, Vicky joked, bringing the dustpan to Alana. "Look there's a fucking ant in the dustpan." They chuckled together, Vonda's cries for help seen as helplessly funny. 

Alana looked down into the dustpan, making eye contact with Vonda, whether she knew it or not. "Ha ha!" She mocked the tiny, in an almost childlike tone. 

Vonda was crushed, emotionally. She was so hopeful, that somehow, in some way she could be saved. Without a care in the world, Vicky tipped the pan over, emptying it, and Vonda into the trash. Much like many others, she was as good as dead.

Somewhere between not much later and far too late, Alix woke up. He found himself laying on his back in a crack between the tiles deep enough to avoid being stepped on. 

Far above him he stared, his ginormous coworkers simply going about their shift, talking amongst themselves as if Alix didn't exist at all. Alana and another coworker Sasha stood before him, their voices like that of gods, merely ignoring the ants below their feet. 

Suddenly remembering what exactly had just happened to them, Alix bolted upright, feeling a new panic to get out of the kitchen as fast as he could. 

Quickly, he crawled out of his ditch, making a break for it.

Alix tried to stay within the cracks so as to hopefully avoid being stepped on. As he ran a couple other people happened to join him, Lasius and someone named Zack he had met earlier. The two had been hidden against the wall, but saw Alix sprinting and hopped in to run with him.

More aware of his surroundings now, Alix glanced behind them as he heard the faint rumbling. Even at his normal size the sound was the same: the mop bucket. Vicky was coming to mop the kitchen.

"Fuck. Run!" He cried, pulling them out of the cracks and making a full sprint towards safety. 

Alana, however, had the same idea. Far above, she knew she had to leave the kitchen while it was mopped, walking casually away. 

With every step the floor shook beneath them. Alana, in all her glory, moved towards them from behind, much faster than Vicky.

Her foot rocketed through the air, descending far too fast from above. Alix shoved Lasius out of the way, grabbing Zack and trying to pull him away, too.

That, however, is not what happened. Swiftly and simply, Alana's foot landed upon the pair and lifted right back up. As fast as it happened, it felt much longer to Alix, and especially Zack.

Her black treaded sneakers crashed all around them. For a moment, Alix did truly believe he died. He found himself curled into a ball, sitting between the treads underneath one of his coworker's shoes. 

Zack, unfortunately, was not too lucky. He found himself, still alive, split in half between two treads underneath the titanic weight of an oblique eighteen year old human being. 

Alix looked up towards Zack, who was still holding his hand as Alana's foot lifted upwards to continue walking. Alix screamed, trying to pull Zack's top-half from his bottom, which was stuck to Alana's sneaker.

Alana's foot moved too fast for Alix's lack of strength at his new size. His grip slipped away from Zack, who became quickly silent as death was pushing him towards the ground at walking speed.

Alix stared at Alana, completely unaware to the life she just took, the living being with hopes and dreams and care for his friends who just perished underneath her. Practically a goddess to the likes of tinies, simple grains of sand compared to her size. He watched as she walked away, making a joke to Sasha about slipping in the mop water, pretending to do so, which is honestly what probably finished Zack off.

Lasius got back up from being shoved, looking back at the mop incoming from behind them. As close as it was, he knew running wasn't worth it. Instead, he accepted his fate, turning to Alix and saying, "The mop is here, pray that you survive, my friend." Within seconds it overtook them, wrapping around them and encasing them inside the soaking wet rope dragging across the floor.

Neither Alix or Lasius died from the mop, but both wished they did. Alix found himself tangled in thick mop fibers, wider than him in terms of width. His legs and torso tangled, he could barely breathe as water soaked all around him. Lasius was in a similar situation, tangled just as much but further up. He wasn't touching the water, but was instead resisting being hanged as the mop whipped around him.

Vicky flicked the mop around the floor, spreading water around to properly soak it so she could scrub the dirt out of it. She did it carelessly; mopping was her least favorite task. 

During one of the flicks across the floor Lasius was freed, released tumbling from his prison, sliding across the wet floor until he slammed into the wall beneath the counter, somehow safe.

Alix had a little bit worse fate. Nearly drowned, he struggled for consciousness, trying desperately to free himself from being killed by his oblivious coworker, once again.

After the floor was properly soaked and ready to be scrubbed, Vicky lifted the mop off the ground and dropped it with a thud into the bucket. 

Luckily, Alix managed to get out just before the mop entered bucket airspace, landing broken on the floor.

What felt like an eternity later, Alix woke up. He found himself being carried by one of them 6 remaining members of the group. He wasn't exactly sure where they were though.

Looking around, the area was a massive flat metallic surface, with a metal wall far off in the distance before the popcorn wall behind it. Turning his head, he saw the rest of the kitchen, below them? It took him a minute, but he figured it out. They were standing on the fucking stove.

Alix fought out of the grip of what was apparently Lasius, so he could stand. "Why are we here? This is dangerous!" He shouted, panicked.

The group all turned shocked towards him, Lasius trying to calm down the situation. "I understand your concern, however it appears to be off, and this is the easiest path into the rest of the kitchen. Your coworkers block the way." He pointed to the door between the two sides of the kitchen, where Alana, Sasha, and Paige were all gathered talking while Vicky mopped and swept. 

Alix sighed. "Then let's move quickly! Who knows if this thing has been cleaned yet." 

Unfortunately for Alix, this day of his only gets worse. As if on command, the group all distinctly heard Paige say "Anyways, I should really clean this goddamn grill." She separated from the group, taking on what took the tinies over 20 minutes to conquer in only 2 steps. 

"Run. Run now. RUN!" Alix cried, ushering the awestruck group as they watched certain doom approach, completely unaware to their presence. 

Looking right over the tinies on the grill, Paige flicked on all the burners to medium heat, preparing to spray it down and scrub it. 

The group sprinted as fast as they could, but they could feel the heat increasing. Their feet began to burn, their shoes beginning to melt. 

Before long, before they could get off the grill, Paige returned with the cleaning spray. No one stopped to look as the liquid rocketed out of the bottle, covering the grill. 

Within seconds someone was knocked down, their skin bubbling and burning over the sound of their screams. Nobody bothered to stop and help, the heat was getting too unbearable. 

"God I hate cleaning this thing!" Paige complained, setting the scrub down next to the heat. Tying her hair into a bun, "I'm literally already starting to sweat!" Oh, the irony.

Alix's feet were burned, his shoes had caved through, and the skin on his feet was peeling and starting to melt. The edge was so close, yet so far. 

Above, Paige began to clean the grill. She picked up the scrub, and started scrubbing in the opposite side's top corner than the group. However, she moved fast. Up and down she repeated, row by row, gaining ground on the tinies. 

As per usual, the tinies were too slow. Paige caught up easily, wiping through another person as she scrubbed upwards. They heard the screams only for a second. One second they were there, and the next, a metal scrub-brush overtook them, impaling them, as well as burning them alive. 

Luckily, for once, the group leaped off the grill, finally having reached the edge. As of now, there were only 4 left. Numbers were dwindling, but will was not.

"We need to keep moving." Lasius said. 

"Hey, wait, we just lost two more people! Can we have a minute, here?" One of the few remaining members chimed in.

"No." Lasius answered. "The fate of the entire colony is at stake, here. We must keep moving." With that he turned around, heading towards the hole in the wall between rooms.

Without much more question, the rest followed. The hole output them onto the table where food was prepped to be put on the floor, so it was a complete mess. 

"Navigating this would be impossible." Lasius said.

"What's your alternative, then? The floor?" Alix asked sarcastically.

After a moment of consideration, Lasius said "Yes. The floor may be defenseless, but it is empty. Aside from her." Off in the distance, on the other side of the room, Sasha was cleaning out the sink. Who knew if she'd even be there when they got to the other side.

Reluctantly, they agreed, following Lasius as he led them down the leg of the table, back to the bricks below.

As Lasius had said, the floor was indeed empty. They passed through flour, water, and other random foot bits. Behind them they could hear Vicky with the mop, but she wasn't coming towards them.

Eventually, though, they did reach Sasha. She wasn't completely in the way, but they had to pass right under her to get by. As they did, Alix couldn't help but look up, her ass stuck out a good few inches, and as she washed the sink it jiggled behind her. 

All was well, they were on their way to saving the colony, and Alix could return to normal size, never to think of his coworkers the same again. That was, until Sasha spotted them. 

She had spotted something out of the corner of her eye, turning just to glance. However, Sasha does not like bugs. They scare her, and she finds them disgusting. 

All of this knowledge adding into Alix's fear when he heard, "Ew! A bug!" He only had time to glance up at her before moving. She did not look at them as any kind of living thing, they were already dead in her eyes. Alix looked into the eyes of his friend and saw disregard and disgust. He was afraid. 

At once they sprinted away from Sasha as fast as their burnt feet could carry them. Her foot smashed into the ground, already they had lost someone. A guy named Jamie had been caught underneath her, his body burst under her combined force and weight.  He didn't get a single second to think anything before he was dead, crushed in an instant by an unforgiving, unknowing human being. 

The rest immediately rounded the corner through the doorway, escaping underneath some shelving as Sasha gave up, satisfied with her kill. They sat, catching their breath and shaking from their closest call yet; actually being targeted.

Not long after that, the tinies continued their trek towards the main office. Finally, their plan to destroy the chemicals targeting the colony could succeed. They survived the kitchen, as well as Alix's obliviously hostile coworkers. 

They walked, once again, between the bricks, staying low to keep safe. Unfortunately, they weren't low enough. 

Alix heard her coming, but had hoped, since she was a little bit older, she wouldn't see them. Mary Beret, 50-something year old owner of The Steak Shack, had been looking for and at bugs for the past few days. That very night, she had plans to spray down specific corners of the store in order to kill all the bugs she had seen lately. Of course, what she didn't know, is that one of these bugs she intended to kill, worked for her. 

"Oh, I got you now!" Mary whispered to herself, loud enough for the tinies to hear. They watched as she turned around, making a break for it the second her eyes left them.

A fridge sat along the wall of the back hallway, of which the tinies now hid underneath. It felt like enough, how could Mary know where they would hide? They stayed in place, and hoped for the best.

The floor shook as she walked. At first, a light tremor, but it got worse as she approached. She got closer, and closer, standing right outside the fridge. They thought she gave up, she should turn around, then it moved.

The fridge was on wheels, making it easy to move, and Mary just rolled it away to spot them. Alix looked into his boss's brown eyes; she had light brown hair, freckles, and a sprayer filled with something deadly. His boss was about to kill them.

"RUN!" Lasius screamed, dragging them all underneath the fridge. The mist followed close behind, essentially chasing the group. They ran towards Mary's office, the goal. 

However, she met them on the other side, too. As they ran, Mary's face dropped into view, alongside the sprayer. With no regard for their lives whatsoever, Mary sprayed more directly at them. 

None of them had any escape plan. Immediately Alix inhaled the mist, dropping to his knees as it felt like he was decomposing. His chest heaved, his body ached, his head pounded. He watched as Mary stood back up, felt as she walked away; a job well done on her part. Accidentally killing her own employee, and other tiny human beings. 

It was going to be a slow death. Now, it was just Alix and Lasius left, crawling their way to victory, no matter the cost. 

An eternity later, they made it. Together, they crawled underneath Mary's office door, and made their way towards her chair in the center. Fortunately, the office was currently vacant. 

"We need..." Lasius started, getting interrupted by a coughing fit. "The spray is on her desk. We need to rip it open, spilling it... I think she only has one."

Alix nodded, "And... And that will give the colony time... time to escape." He finished.

They stared upwards at their new task. Mary's chair alone was gigantic at their size. In no way was it as big as Mary herself, but seeing such a mundane object so much larger than life was bewildering at the least.

The two final members of the group began tirelessly scaling the chair, Lasius struggling the most. 

Eventually, they made it to the top, and Lasius collapsed immediately. 

"I cannot go any further." He breathed. "This is it for me, Alix." He was heaving on his hands and knees, looking barely alive.

Alix fell down next to him, trying to help him up. "No, no you're okay. Come on, Las!" He could feel the ground begin to rumble, she was coming. "She's coming, Las, get up!" But it was no use.

"I... I can't. Go!" Lasius said, shoving Alix away.

Hesitantly, Alix continued, climbing up the arm of the chair, just as Mary entered. The door swung open, Alix feeling the gust of wind as he stood. He barely kept his balance. 

Passing a final glance back to Lasius, he sprinted towards the edge and jumped towards the desk. Luckily, the chair sat just a little bit over the desk, leaving Alix to roll onto it. 

Lasius, on the other hand, watched helpless as death herself approached. Mary walked over to her desk with incomprehensible speed to a tiny, pulling her chair backwards to sit. Lasius was tossed forwards, trying to stay strong above his fear. To no use, however, seeing her jean covered ass. Mary's hips were wide already, and her ass at his size was planet-worthy.

Helplessly, he couldn't find the courage to even scream. He stared, painstakingly as she crushed him underneath her weight. There was no suffocation, the impact alone shattered Lasius, killing him near instantly.

Meanwhile, Alix needed to get moving. He saw the device, a long sprayer holding whatever chemicals could kill them. As well, he spotted a paperclip, and knew what to do.

As fast as he possibly could, Alix picked up the loose paperclip and sprinted into the container. Luckily, the plastic was not very strong; it cracked and Alix pierced through on his first try. He wiggled the paperclip around to increase the hole's size, and tore it out, watching as the deadly chemicals spilled out around him. He had no choice but to inhale some, immediately feeling its affects.

Unfortunately, that was not all he felt. He looked up to see Mary, his boss, and a friend, staring down in disgust. He was going to die here, but at least the colony was saved. 

Mary slammed her hand down on Alix, washing it before cleaning up the mess he made, and ordering more of the spray.

With the new time bought for them, the colony managed to escape the building safely.