In a dimly lit, rundown classroom nestled in a forgotten corner of Birchwood High, a sense of eerie anticipation hung heavy in the air. The Occult Club's core members, besides one, bound together by their shared fascination for the macabre and supernatural, gathered around the ancient book that lay open before them, its worn pages exuding an aura of mystery.

Emma, the group's charismatic leader with her lustrous brunette hair, accentuated by a striking white streak that fell gracefully behind her ear, possessed an innate ability to command attention. As her pristine emerald eyes scanned the cryptic contents of the book, she felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. The opportunity to delve into the secrets held within the weathered pages before her was an adventure she couldn't resist.

Beside Emma, Sasha sat eagerly, her eyes alight with curiosity and her heart pounding with anticipation. With her wild tangle of vibrant red curls and a mischievous spark in her eyes, she had an uncanny knack for unearthing hidden treasures in the most unexpected places. It was she who had stumbled upon the mysterious tome, buried deep within the dusty attic of her grandmother's house. Entranced by its spooky and witchy appearance, Sasha couldn't resist bringing it to the attention of her fellow club members, eager to unravel its enigmatic secrets.

Michael sat across from Sasha, his shimmering blonde hair and blue eyes contrasting greatly from his dark clothing, a black hoodie with graphic band designs and ripped black jeans. He was just as intrigued as Emma, leaning over the table to get a better look.

Allie, a friend of Sasha's attending her first meeting, was a quiet and observant presence among the group. With her chestnut hair gently cascading down her shoulders and her warm hazel eyes, she had a peaceful vibe to her that put the group at ease. Allie's quiet and contemplative nature made her a keen observer, taking in every detail of the room and the interactions unfolding before her. 

Only one seat was left unoccupied in the room, and the recurring members new it belonged to the ditzy goth girl of the group, Amanda, for whom the occult was a lifestyle. If she was in the room with the group, she'd surely draw their attention with her stark black clothing and makeup.

Growing restless from the prolonged absence of Amanda, the members of the Occult Club exchanged glances filled with a mixture of impatience and curiosity. They couldn't delay their exploration of the ancient tome any longer; its eerie allure had become too enticing to resist. With a collective nod, they decided to begin their examination without her.

Emma, always the proactive one, leaned closer to the book, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The pages, weathered and yellowed with age, were filled with intricate symbols and cryptic incantations. As her eyes traced the lines of text, she couldn't help but feel a surge of energy emanating from the ancient words. It was as if the book held a dormant power waiting to be awakened.

Sasha, equally captivated by the book's mystique, reached out tentatively to touch its worn cover. Her fingertips brushed against the faded leather, and a jolt of energy coursed through her body

Michael, his curiosity piqued, traced his finger along the intricate illustrations adorning the margins of the pages. Each intricate detail seemed to come alive beneath his touch, pulsating with an otherworldly energy. He couldn't help but wonder about the origin and purpose of this enigmatic tome. What ancient knowledge and forbidden secrets did it hold within its aged pages?

Allie, quietly observing the group's interactions, leaned in closer to catch a glimpse of the text. The symbols and incantations danced before her eyes, igniting a spark of curiosity within her.

"This is crazy Sasha, you said your grandma had this?" Emma giddily asked.

"Yeah, it was in the attic. They sent me up there to grab some old pictures and I found it in a box with some other old books. Something about it just stuck out to me…" Sasha replied, beaming at her contribution to the group.

"Yeah, nice find Sasha!" Michael added.

Allie nodded, agreeing with the sentiment.

"Shame Amanda isn't here, she'd be all over it. Does anyone know where she's at?" Emma inquired, looking around the room but receiving nothing but shrugs.

Emma sighed, then went back to reading the seemingly gibberish text in the book. It definitely wasn't English, that was for sure. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to what each page contained, or meant for that matter.

“Sasha, do you know anything about this book, like what language it’s in?” she asked.

“Um… I have a lot of Eastern European lineage. Doesn’t look like Russian or anything I’ve seen before though… it’s like some kind of Runic language?” Sasha replied, just as puzzled.

“Hm. Well, it’s… neat, at least. Kind of sad we can’t try any cool spells… let me just…” Emma began to speak, before yelping in pain.

“Ouch!” she called out.

“What happened?” Michael asked with concern.

“Paper-cut. Shit that hurt… oh Sasha, I’m sorry… I got blood on your book…” Emma apologized, noticing the blotch of blood that had stained over one of the images on the page, some kind of pattern contained within a circle.

“It’s fine, honestly it makes it spookier!” Sasha giggled, before noticing something worrying.

“Uh, Emma, why is the book glowing purple?” she asked, pointing towards Emma with a pale face.

“Huh? Oh shit!” Emma yelled, jumping back from the book in surprise.

“What the hell? Is this a prank?” Allie asked nervously.

“I have no idea why it’s doing that… was it your blood?” Sasha pondered, her eyes widening as she noticed the sigil under the blood pulsating with a mesmerizing glow, the source of the book's mysterious illumination.

Emma's heart raced as she considered the possibility. "Maybe? Should I shut it?" she asked, her voice filled with urgency, her steps becoming more frantic as she paced back and forth.

"Yes! Shut it now before any other weird shit starts happening… oh my god Emma, your hair… it’s floating!" Michael exclaimed, rising from his chair and pointing at the mesmerizing sight above Emma's head.

Emma's hand reached out, her fingers trembling with determination, as she fought against the invisible force pushing back against her. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation and an underlying sense of danger.

But just as Emma's fingertips grazed the edges of the book, a blinding burst of purple light erupted from its pages, illuminating the room with a dazzling brilliance. The sudden intensity of the light overwhelmed their senses, causing them to shield their eyes in reflexive instinct.

"What's happening?" Allie's voice trembled with fear as she fumbled in the blinding brightness, desperately trying to make sense of the chaotic events unfolding around her.

Michael, his voice filled with both concern and determination, reassured the group, "Just hold on! We'll figure this out!"

Emma's grip tightened on the book, her body bracing against the energy surging through the room. She could feel the force pulling her, resisting her attempts to regain control. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she strained against the repelling force, her muscles straining with the effort.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the beam of purple light ceased, leaving the room shrouded in darkness. The air grew still, the remnants of the blinding radiance fading into an eerie silence. The group cautiously lowered their hands, their eyes adjusting to the dim surroundings.

"Thank god…" Emma gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as she leaned back against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest.

But their relief was short-lived.

In a breathtaking display of supernatural power, the ancient book erupted once more, its pages engulfed in a swirling sphere of vibrant purple light. The luminous sphere expanded rapidly, its ethereal glow filling every nook and cranny of the classroom, swallowing the consciousness of each club member one by one.

Silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint crackling of residual energy. As far as anyone could tell, at a first glance, the members of the Occult Club had vanished...

“Oh my god… my head…” Emma grumbled, awakening from what felt like the worst hangover she’d ever had. The world around her seemed strangely distorted, and as she struggled to gain clarity, the memories of the recent events flooded back into her consciousness.

As the fog of confusion lifted, Emma's eyes widened in disbelief and horror. She found herself in a miniature world, where every object was colossal in size. The once familiar classroom had transformed into an intimidating and bewildering landscape, with towering furniture and the gigantic book, now a towering structure akin to a two-story house, resting on the table beside her.

Emma's voice trembled with disbelief, her words barely audible in the vast expanse of the room. "What... happened?"

Desperate to understand their situation, Emma's gaze darted to her companions. Sasha, Michael, and Allie stood nearby, their faces reflecting a mix of shock, confusion, and growing panic.

"Emma!" Sasha's voice pierced through the air, carrying a mixture of relief and concern. The group huddled together, their tiny forms dwarfed by the surroundings, their voices intermingling in a cacophony of worried whispers.

"We're... we're so small," Michael stammered, his voice filled with disbelief.

"I can't believe this is happening. How are we going to get back to normal?" Allie's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

Emma, her mind racing with the enormity of their predicament, took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "We need to figure out what caused this and how to reverse it," she declared, her voice filled with determination.

“Oh, like you fucking know how to do that! You’re the reason we’re like this!” Allie spat, gaining a sudden burst of anger.

“Allie! This isn’t the time to be at eachothers throats, this is serious!” Sasha urged, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder.

“Why the fuck did I even come along to this stupid club, now I’m a fucking ant, all because I tried to be nice and hang out with you nerds!” Allie continued, pushing Sasha away.

“Fuck all of you, I’m figuring out how to get back to normal. Don’t follow me!” she finalized, walking away fuming.

“Allie!” Sasha began to run after her, before getting grabbed by Emma.

“No, Sasha. She’ll calm down. It’s not like we can go anywhere very fast at this size.” Emma reasoned.

“I… I guess. Emma, I’m scared. What do we do?” Sasha whimpered, unable to hold in her emotions as she collapsed into Emma’s chest. Emma simply held her friend tight, looking at Michael, who exchanged a sorrowful glance.

“We’ll fix this, Sasha. I promise. But for now… what should we do?” Emma pondered, thinking hard about the best course of action.

“Maybe if we climb the book and do something with the sigil?” Michael contributed, looking up at the titanic pages nearby.

“That’ll take hours…” Emma responded, still cradling Sasha.

“What else can we do? It’s no good just sitting around here. What if the janitor comes in and starts cleaning up? We’d be as good as dead!” Michael argued.

“I guess you’re right. Maybe we-” Emma began, before being cut off by a deafeningly loud creaking sound.

“Hello?” a voice called out from the entrance of the room.

“Oh fuck.” Emma gasped, her gaze shifting to the towering figure coming through the doorway.

As Emma's gaze settled on the figure emerging from the entrance of the room, her heart skipped a beat. It was Amanda, the ditzy goth girl whose bumbling clumsiness added an additional layer of fun to the Occult Club. Dressed in black, witchy attire that hugged her slender figure, Amanda exuded an air of gothic beauty. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders in beautiful waves, contrasting sharply against her pale complexion. Dark, smoky makeup emphasized her mesmerizing eyes, adding an element of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. Completing her distinctive look were her iconic Demonia boots, their towering platforms making her appear even more formidable. In her hands was some kind of foil pan, with a plastic lid that covered it, and adorning her right shoulder was her backpack, almost hanging to the floor.

“Sorry I was late guys! I was getting a salad…” Amada called out into the empty room, before realizing it was.

“Oh. Where is everyone?” she pondered, pacing towards the table.

The sheer impact of her thick-soled Demonia’s was enough to bounce all of the tiny club members off of the table repeatedly, ruining their footing and knocking them on their backs. This continued, until she reached the table and pulled out a seat. The club members were left in awe as they watched this girl take up most of their view as she neared, eventually taking her seat at the table, her rear falling onto the chair and once more sending reverberations through the table.

“Guess it’s just me for now…” she said with a saddened tone as she set her salad container on the table, the sound of the metal scratching against the table-top ripping through the sensitive ears of the tiny people scattered across the table.

"Weird book…" she muttered, momentarily peeking at the pages, before shrugging and closing it, leaving the one method of fixing their scenario rendered useless.

“AMANDA!” they screamed, trying to get her attention. Fruitless, it clearly was, as Amanda was already in the process of pulling out her earbuds, putting them in without a second thought and pressing play on her favorite playlist, the sound of loud guitars and screaming leaking through to the tiny ears of her unknowing captives.

The club members acknowledged their immediate defeat, ceasing their screaming as they watched the giantess start to bob her head.

“What the fuck do we do now?” Michael panicked.

Sasha was still crying, now reduced to whimpering sobs as she laid sprawled on the table.

Emma's mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan. The sight of Amanda, completely oblivious to their tiny existence, bobbing her head to the music, only added to the surrealness of their situation. They needed to find a way to catch Amanda's attention and make her aware of their plight. But how?

They could get close to her, but there was the very real possibility that they’d just be seen as bugs and slaughtered within an instant. Hell, she could do it completely accidentally.

They could also attempt to climb the book, but for what? Now that it was closed, it was nothing but high ground.

Suddenly, the sound of plastic bending and sliding took them out of their trance.

“Mmm… god, I’m starving…” Amanda called out, just before a loud grumble overtook the room.

“That was just her stomach?” Emma thought, flabbergasted by the sheer volume.

Amanda continued to unravel her lunch, taking the lid off of the container and momentarily holding it in her hand. WIthout a second thought, she tossed it onto the table. The three could barely react, before it hurtled towards them.

Emma saw her life flash before her eyes as she braced for impact…

Nothing. The screeching sounds of scraping plastic, and the gusting wind of momentum, ceased, as the plastic lid landed just before them, narrowly saving them from absolute death.

The three were shook to their core. Just like that, in one, accidental action, Amanda had already almost killed them. It truly set the tone of seriousness for what was potentially in store for them.

“Wait… Allie!” Sasha suddenly spoke up, wiping her tears and looking around with great concern…

Allie wasn’t blind; she saw Amanda come into the room, but for her, fear of being harmed wasn’t even a consideration. No, she saw Amanda as her savior, not knowing the sheer level of poor motor skills and tendency to cause accidents the giant girl truly was. Amanda was her ticket out of this hell.

That’s what she thought at first, anyway, before she too was almost crushed.

“YOU BUMBLING FUCKING IDIOT!” Allie shouted up at the giant goth, her leg narrowly avoiding being sliced off by the landing of the aluminum container.

She panted, her body stricken by an instant panic attack.

“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening…” she panted, her body growing flush.

Despite the severity of her private breakdown, Amanda was none the wiser of the serious tone, instead humming along to her music as she tapped her boots on the ground.

“Guess I’ll get comfy…” she mumbled, as she reached down below the table. Allie pondered what she was doing, until she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled once, then again.

The simple act of Amanda taking her shoes off was a marvel to watch, as a mountain of flesh moved within an instant, her black hair covering her face as she looked down to ensure her gargantuan boots came off neatly.

Eventually Amanda was satisfied, pulling her feet out of the boots and revealing a pair of pink socks with different cats adorning them.

“Alright, food time!” she cheered, before leaning back up to the table and grabbing the fork she brought, ripping off the plastic wrapper.

Allie watched with fury as she continued to go unnoticed. This was all those nerds fault… no, Sasha was to blame for her being brought along to the stupid club meeting. But yelling at Sasha would come later once she was normal, now it was time to fix this situation.

Allie jumped up and down, waving her arms frantically as she stared at the giantess before her, who was currently reaching the fork down into her salad to prepare the first bite.

-

“What is she doing?!” Emma yelled, watching Allie flounder about from a distance.

“What, it’s not a bad idea, how else is she gonna know we’re here?” Michael reasoned.

“Because we probably look like fucking ants! Sitting there and flailing is gonna get her crushed! Amanda hates bugs with a passion, you don’t remember that time Sasha tried bringing her tarantula to show us? She nearly threw up and we couldn’t get her to stop crying for hours!” Emma explained.

“Oh yeah. That was funny…” Michael chuckled.

“Michael! This isn’t the time!” Sasha snapped.

“Sorry Sasha, you’re right. We should probably go stop her…” Michael apologized, the group looking at each other with a resounding nod, as they started heading towards Allie…

-

Amanda continued to eat her salad with joy. “This dressing is bomb…” she mumbled, munching down the leafery, bite after bite.

Allie's frustration grew with every passing second. Seeing Amanda enjoy her meal so blissfully while they were stuck in this miniature nightmare was infuriating. Determined to catch Amanda's attention and make her aware of their presence, Allie decided to take matters into her own hands.

Without a second thought, she began to climb the side of the salad bowl, digging her nails into the foil coating. The slick surface made her progress slow and precarious, but she refused to give up. Her anger fueled her determination, and she pushed forward, inch by inch.

Emma, Sasha, and Michael watched in a mixture of worry and awe as Allie climbed higher, closer to the edge of the bowl. They understood Allie's intentions, but they also feared for her safety.

"Allie, be careful!" Emma called out, her voice filled with concern.

But Allie paid no heed to their warnings. She was laser-focused on reaching the rim of the salad bowl, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and anger. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to reach the top.

As she stood on the rim of the bowl, she stared down at Amanda, who was still engrossed in her meal. The giantess seemed oblivious to Allie's daring climb, unaware of the tiny figure perched on the edge of her salad.

"Allie, what are you doing? Get down from there!" Sasha pleaded, her voice laced with worry.

But Allie ignored the plea, her frustration giving way to a newfound determination. She knew she had to make herself seen, make herself heard. And climbing the salad bowl was her only chance.

Taking a deep breath, Allie summoned all her strength and let out a piercing shout, aiming to catch Amanda's attention once and for all.

"HEY, YOU! WEIRD GOTH BITCH!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room.

Allie's voice reverberated through the room, but to her dismay, Amanda remained oblivious to her presence. The giantess continued to enjoy her meal, completely absorbed in her own world. Allie's frustration reached its peak as her desperate attempt to catch Amanda's attention fell on deaf ears.

As Allie stood on the rim of the salad bowl, her heart sank. She felt a sudden shift beneath her feet, and before she could react, the bowl jolted. Amanda, engrossed in her eating, had accidentally nudged the bowl with her fork, causing it to tilt precariously.

Allie's grip on the rim weakened, and she slipped, tumbling downward into the sea of salad. The dressing-covered greens enveloped her, their slimy texture clinging to her tiny body. She struggled to resurface, but the weight of the lettuce and the dressing made it nearly impossible.

Emma, Sasha, and Michael watched in horror as their friend disappeared beneath the rim. “NO, ALLIE!” Sasha shouted, turning into a full on sprint. 

“WAIT SASHA!” Emma pleaded, trying desperately to keep up with her friend.

Unaware of the panic that was transpiring, Amanda continued to hum as she chewed her salad. She was in heaven, a quiet room, some tunes, and her favorite salad, all she needed to be happy.

She finished chewing her food, and with a gulp that would barely be perceptible to anyone of normal size, swallowed it down, a bulbous lump traveling down her throat and disappearing under her chest.

Allie, however, was fully entranced on watching her eat, as she poked her head out from the ocean of dressing; because she was fully aware that that could be her next.

“NO! I AM NOT GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS!” she yelled, as she slowly trudged through the dressing and leafage, barely making headway despite using all of her strength.

Allie's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to free herself from the clutches of the salad. The slimy greens and thick dressing made every movement a battle. She desperately clawed her way through, determination fueling her despite the overwhelming odds.

After what felt like an eternity, Allie managed to reach a small pile of greens in the middle of the salad. She stood there, panting heavily, her body and clothes covered in dressing, and waved her arms frantically, hoping to catch Amanda's attention.

But once again, Amanda remained oblivious. The giantess reached for her fork, a gleam of excitement in her eyes as she prepared to take another bite of her meal. Allie's heart sank as she realized what was about to happen.

"NO! STOP!" Allie screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos of the giant world around her.

Amanda, still unaware of Allie's existence, began to lower her fork toward the pile of greens. Allie's survival instincts kicked in, and she tried to dodge out of the way, but the sticky dressing held her in place.

The fork descended closer and closer, and Allie's world narrowed down to that single terrifying point. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for impact, but at the last moment, she managed to wriggle free from the dressing and roll off to the side.

The fork pierced through the pile of greens where Allie had been standing just moments before. It was a narrow escape, and Allie's body trembled with the realization of how close she had come to being impaled and eaten.

Emma, Sasha, and Michael watched in horror as the fork sank into the salad, their screams of terror echoing through the room. They looked desperately to see if Allie had been taken along with it, but as far as they could tell, Allie was still inside.

“OH MY GOD, PLEASE!” Allie begged, tears streaming down her face and mingling with the coating of dressing. 

Allie's body shook with a mixture of fear and exhaustion as she watched Amanda retrieve her fork from the salad and plunge the fork into her mouth, closing around it and pulling it off clean as she chewed with vigor. She knew she couldn't let her guard down, not even for a moment. But as the giantess prepared for another scoop, Allie's worst fears became a reality.

Amanda's hand descended into the salad once again, her fork scraping against the bowl as she gathered another mouthful. Allie's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that she was directly in the path of the impending scoop.

"NO, PLEASE NOT AGAIN!!" Allie cried out, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos of the giant world.

She desperately tried to scramble out of the way, but her tiny body was no match for the force of Amanda's hand. Allie felt a rush of air as the fork slid underneath her, lifting her with the greens and into the open air.

Her heart raced as she dangled precariously from the fork, her body swaying with each movement of Amanda's hand. Allie glanced down and saw the vast expanse of the salad below her, the dressing glistening under the room's lights.

Emma, Sasha, and Michael watched in horror as they saw Allie was scooped up by the fork. Their screams of panic filled the room as they frantically tried to come up with a plan to save their friend.

"ALLIE, HOLD ON!!" Emma shouted, her voice filled with desperation.

But Allie's grip on the fork was tenuous at best. The dressing-coated surface made it difficult for her to maintain her grasp, and she could feel herself slipping.

"Please, someone help me!" Allie pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

As Amanda raised the fork to her mouth, unaware of the tiny figure clinging to it, Allie knew that she had only moments left before she would be consumed. With her last bit of strength, she mustered a final cry for help.

"HELP! PLEASE, HELP ME!" Allie's voice echoed through the room, a desperate plea for her friends to come to her aid.

But the screaming was for nought, as Amanda continued moving the fork towards her gaping maw, her matte-black lipstick an event-horizon to the black-hole that was her mouth. Her pristine white teeth contrasted brightly, all surrounding an outstretched tongue, coated in viscera from the leafy salad, as well as puddles of dressing. Allie let out a final shriek, as she was pushed through the boundary of the mouth, and it closed around her, sealing her in darkness.

Emma, Sasha, and Michael watched in horror as Allie disappeared inside, their cries of anguish filling the room. 

-

Deep within the darkness of Amanda's mouth, Allie's world became a swirling vortex of slimy textures and suffocating darkness. Panic coursed through her veins as she struggled to find solid ground and a way to escape. The taste of the salad dressing coated her senses, overwhelming her with its sickly sweetness. Spit coated her body, making everything slick and impossible to hold. The scent of dressing filled the confined space, as globs of mush adorned the tongue.

Allie's mind raced, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. She had to find a way out, a way to survive this horrifying ordeal. The tiny flicker of determination within her refused to be extinguished, pushing her to keep fighting.

With trembling hands, Allie reached out and pushed against the slick surface of Amanda's tongue. The effort was in vain, as the giantess continued to chew her food, her teeth grinding against each other, threatening to crush Allie into oblivion.

She couldn’t even tell which way was up in the terrifying darkness, the only light slipping between Amanda’s teeth as she open-mouth chewed her food.

Allie realized something; she wasn’t dead yet! If she timed it right, she could jump out from between Amanda’s teeth, flinging herself out into the open. A short fall was far better than being swallowed alive!

Allie's heart pounded in her chest as she crawled toward the tip of Amanda's tongue, using the taste buds as stepping stones. The slimy surface made her progress slow and treacherous, but she refused to give up. The taste buds felt like rough edges of a rocky cliff, and she clung to them with all her strength.

With each movement, Allie's mind raced with the timing she needed to execute her daring escape. She had to time it perfectly to leap out of Amanda's mouth before she closed her jaws again. One misstep could lead to her being crushed between the giantess's teeth.

As Allie neared the tip of the tongue, her heart pounded louder in her ears. She could feel the air rushing past her, the faint light slipping through Amanda's parted lips. It was her only chance at freedom.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Allie prepared herself for the leap. She tensed her muscles, ready to propel herself forward. The moment of truth had arrived.

With a burst of strength and determination, she launched herself off the taste bud beneath her and flung herself toward the opening of Amanda's mouth. Time seemed to slow down as she soared through the air, her body twisting and turning.

The world outside Amanda's mouth came into view, a vast expanse of the club room awaiting her. Allie extended her arms, desperate to reach for anything that could break her fall and ensure her escape.

Unfortunately, this lead to perhaps the most pain Allie would ever experience in her remaining life.

A shrill screech escaped Amanda’s mouth, audible to the three on the table. Sasha shuddered, and Emma tried to console her, but wasn’t able to stop her from throwing up on the table-top, as they could just barely make out an arm falling from the maw.

Allie was in shock, one minute she was extending her arms out to the open world, the next, one of them was missing, as she continued to remain in Amanda’s salivating mouth, her gushing blood mixing with the accumulating spit.

Her body convulsed in pain as she realized the severity of her situation. The excruciating agony radiated from her missing arm, and the taste of blood mixed with saliva filled her mouth. She fought against the overwhelming urge to scream more, fearing that it would only invite more pain and harm.

Amanda continued to chew her food, oblivious to the tiny figure trapped inside her mouth. The grinding of her teeth echoed through Allie's ears, each movement causing fresh waves of pain to course through her injured body.

With each bite, Allie's hope diminished. She knew that if Amanda swallowed, her chances of survival would be slim to none. She had to find a way to escape before it was too late.

Unfortunately, that time had already passed.

-

“Mmm… this salad is so fucking good…” Amanda spoke to herself through mouthfuls. It really was. Something about this bite was different from the rest. There was almost a… metallic taste to it, but in a good way. It was savory, a perfect mix with the rest of the flavors.

She continued to chew the bite, loving every second of it. But eventually, the accumulated mush in her mouth started to lose its flavor, and as anyone would, she decided it was time for the next bite, but first she had to make room.

*GULP*

*GULP*

*GULP*

-

Allie flailed about as the tongue suddenly lifted, slowly raising to a steep slope. She desperately tried to cling to the slick surface, but her weakened state and the force of Amanda's tongue proved too much to overcome.

With a final cry of despair, Allie lost her grip and tumbled backward, hurtling down the tongue's slope. The world spun around her, a blur of flesh and saliva, as she descended further into the darkness of Amanda's mouth.

She couldn't even tell which way was up in the terrifying darkness. There was no light, no sign of escape. Allie was trapped, destined to be swallowed alive by Amanda.

She continued to roll, carried by the pile of chewed mush, until she felt herself start to free-fall.

“NO!” she called out, once more catching a mouthful of her own blood, chewed salad and saliva. But it was pointless, she was already heading towards her destiny.

Time seemed to stretch as Allie's descent continued. She braced herself for the inevitable, knowing that the end was near. There was no way to escape the clutches of the giantess, no way to evade the fate that awaited her.

As she plummeted through the void, a sudden rush of air engulfed Allie. The sensation of weightlessness overcame her as she realized she had been swallowed. Her body slid down the esophagus, propelled by the force of gravity.

The sound of Amanda’s gulping was deafening, each one sending a ring through her ears. She could do nothing as she slid through the fleshy tube of pure muscle, being pumped down further and further, until she fell into a burning hot pool.

Allie's body crashed into the searing pool of stomach acid, a scorching bath of digestive juices that immediately began to dissolve her flesh. Agonizing pain coursed through her body as she writhed in the acidic liquid, her screams silenced by the suffocating environment.

The stomach walls contracted around Allie, squeezing her with relentless force. The acidic fluid seeped into every crevice, breaking down her body bit by bit. She could feel herself dissolving, her skin turning to a slimy residue mixed with the gastric juices.

Fear, pain, and despair overwhelmed Allie's senses as her consciousness faded in and out. Her body weakened, her movements sluggish and feeble. She could no longer fight against the inevitable, the inevitability of being completely consumed by Amanda's digestive system.

The minutes stretched into an eternity as Allie's existence diminished. Her body disintegrated, becoming one with the digestive process. There was no escape, no hope left. She was being broken down and assimilated, her very essence fading away.

“Why…” she murmured, before sinking under the pool of acid…

As Allie's consciousness faded, her final thoughts were filled with confusion and anguish. Why had she ended up in this nightmarish situation? Why had her life been cut short in such a gruesome manner?

The acidic liquid continued to corrode her, dissolving her body into nothingness. She felt herself becoming a mere memory, a tragic tale in the vastness of the world. The pain subsided, replaced by an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

And then, in the depths of Amanda's stomach, Allie's existence came to an end. Her physical form dissolved completely, consumed by the relentless digestive process. All that remained were traces of her essence, mingling with the acidic fluids.

The worst part? She'd never actually met Amanda. She was eaten alive by a girl she didn’t even know, just food for a stranger…

-

Amanda, unaware of the tragedy that had unfolded within her, continued to savor her meal. The taste of the salad lingered on her tongue, oblivious to the tiny life she had devoured. After a few more bites, she was done.

Having finished her meal, she felt a sense of satisfaction and sat back in her chair. The salad had nourished her, giving her energy for the day ahead. She remained blissfully unaware of the tragedy that had unfolded within her, simply content to have eaten a delicious salad. What she couldn’t forget about, however, was the delicious taste of that particular bite. She had no idea what the cause was, but she wished the whole salad was like that.

She simply shrugged, then laid a hand on her stomach. It was certainly full.

*BURP*

Amanda giggled, glad no one was around to hear that...

“Sasha, Sasha, it’s okay, I’m so sorry…” Emma consoled through her own tears, her friend howling in rage and sadness.

“Oh my god…” Michael said stunned, having just watched the lumps disappear down Amanda’s throat.

He thought to himself; if they didn’t get Amanda’s attention, they’d end up just like Allie. He had to do something. 

As Michael's desperation grew, he knew he had to take action to save himself and his friends from meeting the same fate. With a surge of adrenaline, he rushed toward Amanda, his heart pounding in his chest.

“NO! MICHAEL YOU IDIOT, YOU’LL JUST END UP LIKE ALLIE!” Emma shouted, but it fell on deaf ears as Michael continued to sprint at the giantess.

He neared Amanda, eventually reaching the table's edge, staring straight up at the all-encompassing figure. It didn’t really set in for him until then, just how large Amanda really was.

As Michael stood at the edge of the table, gazing up at Amanda, a sense of awe mingled with his fear. Amanda appeared colossal, a titan towering over the room with her immense presence. Her form filled the space, her every movement a risk for the remaining three.

From this vantage point, Michael could see the grandeur of Amanda's stature. Her body seemed to stretch endlessly, her legs extending like mighty pillars, supporting her enormous frame. He marveled at the sheer size of her feet, clad in cute kitty socks that now were canvases of likely smelly death.

Amanda's legs led up to a torso that loomed above him, imposing and powerful. Her curves and contours, magnified by her immense size, created a mesmerizing spectacle. The rise and fall of her sizable chest with each breath was awe-inspiring.

Her arms, frail and pale, hung by her sides like tree trunks. Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance compared to the vastness of her limbs.

And then, there was her head. It was like looking up at a mountain peak. Her face, adorned with features that seemed larger than oceans, exhibited an expression of oblivious bliss as she savored her meal.

Amanda's eyes alone were like miniature planets, her irises gigantic pools of blue that shone brightly in the room's fluorescent lighting.

Her black flowing locks cascaded down from her colossal head, a waterfall of hair that framed her face and tumbled down her back.

Michael couldn't help but feel small, insignificant compared to the giantess before him. The enormity of her existence was overwhelming, making it even more crucial to capture her attention and divert her from the impending danger they all faced.

With a deep breath, Michael summoned his courage. He raised his voice, hoping against hope that his words would penetrate Amanda's world and draw her focus to the peril that threatened them all.

"AMANDA! PLEASE, LOOK DOWN! WE'RE HERE! YOU HAVE TO STOP!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room, carrying his plea to the colossal figure above.

Amanda reacted, just not to Michael.

“Itchy…” she grumbled.

As Amanda absentmindedly swiped her arm to relieve an itch on her leg, the force sent Michael hurtling through the air. Panic surged through his veins as he soared through the room, desperately trying to regain control of his trajectory.

But fate had a different plan in store for him.

With a sickening thud, Michael crashed into the side of Amanda's towering right Demonia boot, left vacant below the desk. The bounced around harshly, until he fell against the hard insole. The impact rattled his body, leaving him disoriented and gasping for breath. The stench of sweat and leather overwhelmed his senses as he found himself trapped inside the dark, odorous confined space.

The inside of Amanda's boot was hot and suffocating. Michael struggled to breathe, his chest constricted by the tight confines. Each harsh breath was like huffing through a filter of sharp cheese and old gym socks, the boots giving little to no air for the feet that were often trapped inside. Michael was indirectly a victim of the sacrifices Amanda makes for style, and he was certainly feeling it.

Even the insole was slick with sweat, each step he took threatening to make him slip and fall. There was nothing he could do, left to pace around inside the boot. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he could make it out of the boot, it was several stories high.

With each step Michael took inside the footwear, the discomfort intensified. The heat seemed to seep into his very bones, causing him to break out in a clammy sweat. The pungent smell of worn leather mingled with the stench of his own fear, creating an overwhelming sensory assault.

As Michael paced back and forth, his mind raced with thoughts of his friends and their desperate situation. He couldn't bear the thought of Sasha and Emma meeting the same fate as Allie, like being swallowed alive by Amanda. He had to find a way to help them, to escape this nightmarish scenario…

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!” Emma screamed, being held down by Sasha as she watched yet another one of her shrunken comrades descend into peril.

Sasha looked up, not aware of what just transpired as she was too caught up in grief.

Emma was beginning to cry too, losing her composure after what she understood as yet another loss.

“Emma… what just happened to Michael?” Sasha nervously asked.

“He… Amanda just swept him off the table. If he… No, he survived, he had to. The carpet should be soft enough. He's gotta have just landed on the floor, maybe a little bruised, but still alive. But if Amanda gets up, she could step on him. We have to do something Sasha, before we lose another person. C’mon, let’s get moving. I have an idea…” Emma pleaded, helping her friend to her feet.

Emma's voice trembled with a mix of fear and determination as she spoke to Sasha. The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, and time was of the essence. They couldn't afford to waste a single moment.

Sasha wiped away her tears, her grief momentarily set aside as she focused on Emma's words. She trusted her friend, and they needed to work together to save Michael and themselves from Amanda's oblivious rampage.

"What's your idea, Emma?" Sasha asked, her voice shaky but filled with a newfound resolve.

“...We climb Amanda.” Emma responded succinctly.

“...What?” Sasha replied in disbelief…

Emma's words hung in the air, the absurdity of the plan sinking in for both Sasha and Emma. The enormity of Amanda's size and the potential dangers that awaited them seemed insurmountable.

Emma took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before explaining her risky plan. "Look, I know it sounds crazy, but we've seen how oblivious Amanda is to our presence. I don’t think we’re getting found unless we take matters into our own hands…”

Sasha's eyes widened in disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend the audacity of Emma's proposal. "But... but we'll be risking our lives. We don't even know if we can hold on, let alone CLIMB her.”

Emma's voice quivered with a mix of determination and desperation. "I know it's dangerous, Sasha, but what other choice do we have? We can't just stand here and wait as we disappear one by one. We have to do something."

Sasha's gaze shifted from Emma to Amanda, contemplating the gravity of the situation. They were caught in a nightmare, a world where they were at the mercy of a giantess who couldn't even perceive their existence. It was a desperate and perilous situation, leaving them with limited options.

Finally, Sasha looked up, determination flickering in her eyes. "Alright, Emma. I trust you. Let's do this. We'll climb Amanda and save Michael, no matter the risks."

Emma nodded, a mixture of relief and apprehension washing over her. They were embarking on an incredibly dangerous endeavor, but they had to try. They had to fight for their survival.

Together, Emma and Sasha made their way towards Amanda, careful to stay out of her line of sight. The table felt like an endless plain, stretching out before them as they approached the colossal figure before them.

As they cautiously approached Amanda, their eyes scanned her towering figure, searching for a possible point of entry. The challenge was daunting; Amanda's size and obliviousness to their presence made finding a safe foothold seem like an impossible task.

They circled around Amanda, their hearts pounding in their chests. Sasha's gaze fixated on Amanda's clothing, looking for any seams or loose fabric that could provide a grip. Emma's eyes focused on Amanda's wrists, contemplating the possibility of climbing onto them.

"There!" Emma whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and fear. She pointed to the edge of Amanda's wrists, where her shirt met the fabric of her dark cardigan. The small gap seemed like a potential opportunity, a narrow passage that they could squeeze into.

Sasha nodded in agreement, her eyes following Emma's gaze. It was a risky move, but they had no other options. They had to seize this chance to reach higher ground.

With synchronized determination, Emma and Sasha moved closer to Amanda's wrist. They carefully approached the edge, their bodies pressed against the fabric. Slowly, they inched their way toward the gap, hoping to find a way inside.

As they reached the edge, they glanced at each other, exchanging a silent reassurance. Taking a deep breath, they simultaneously pushed themselves into the narrow space between Amanda's shirt and cardigan.

The fabric enveloped them, the sensation of being wedged between layers both disorienting and terrifying. They relied on their instinctive sense of balance and agility as they maneuvered deeper, seeking a stable position.

Finally, they found themselves nestled within the fabric, their bodies pressed against Amanda's warm skin. It was an uncomfortable and unfamiliar environment, but they clung to the hope that their daring move would lead them closer to their objective.

Emma and Sasha looked upward, their eyes tracing the path ahead. Amanda's neck rose high above them, a towering expanse they needed to conquer. They realized they would need to continue their climb, utilizing every available foothold and handhold to ascend to Amanda's head.

With renewed determination, they pressed forward, navigating the fabric with precision and caution. Each step brought them closer to their goal, but the journey was far from over.

As they ventured further, the girls could feel Amanda's movements through the fabric. Her gentle swaying and occasional adjustments reminded them of the delicate balance they were precariously perched upon.

Emma and Sasha knew they were venturing into dangerous territory, but the prospect of saving Michael spurred them on. They finally had made it to her shoulder, and took a moment to rest, shielded from the outside world by Amanda’s hanging locks.

They sat side by side on Amanda's shoulder, their bodies nestled amidst the strands of her hair. The weight of their perilous situation hung in the air, but for a brief moment, they allowed themselves a respite from their fears.

As they caught their breath, memories of better times flooded their minds. Emma's eyes glistened with a hint of nostalgia as she looked at Sasha. "Do you remember when we first founded the Occult Club?”

Sasha's eyes softened as she locked gazes with Emma, her mind transported back to their shared past. A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she began to speak.

"Of course, Emma," Sasha replied, her voice filled with warmth. "I remember it like it was yesterday. We were all freshmen, brought together because we were, and still are, huge nerds. We wanted an excuse to goof off that’d look good on our records, so we formed the “Occult Club”, since Amanda was actually interested in the stuff. Turns out it’s super fun."

Emma chuckled, a glimmer of joy shining in her eyes. "To think, we'd spend hours researching urban legends, studying ancient symbols, and discussing all things supernatural. Amanda's enthusiasm was adorable."

Sasha nodded in agreement. "She had a way of making everything seem so fascinating. I remember how she would tell these elaborate stories. And Michael, always the skeptic, would challenge her theories, then they’d get into shouting matches. Those things made our meetings so much fun."

A wistful sigh escaped Emma's lips. We didn't have to worry about being shrunk to miniature size or climbing onto giants to save our friends. We were just having fun."

Sasha's expression softened, a tinge of sadness mixing with the nostalgia. "I just want to go back to that. I miss when I wasn’t fighting to be alive."

Emma reached out and squeezed Sasha's hand, a gesture of comfort and solidarity. "I miss it too, Sasha. We'll face it together, just like we did back then."

Sasha nodded, a determined spark igniting in her eyes. "You're right, Emma. We'll find a way to save Michael, and we'll make it through this, no matter what."

With renewed resolve, Emma and Sasha rose from their resting place on Amanda's shoulder, ready to continue their climb.

“I say we climb her hair, then get onto her ear, if we can get through to her despite those earbuds, we have a solid chance at saving ourselves, and Michael. But… we can’t ever tell her about Allie… she didn’t mean to, and it’d crush her…” Emma explained, getting a pained glance from Sasha.

“I… I feel responsible for Allie. I brought her here, she would be alive if I didn’t.” Sasha confessed.

“Look Sasha, you had no idea this would happen. None of us did. Allie wasn’t anyone’s fault. It happened, we need to move past it until we get out of this situation. Then we can grieve…” Emma assured, a hand on Sasha’s shoulder.

“I… you’re right. Let’s move…” Sasha sighed, the girls starting to begin their climb on Amanda’s hair.

With unwavering determination, Emma and Sasha continued on, their eyes set on reaching Amanda's head. They carefully maneuvered through the strands of her hair, using them as handholds and footholds as they made their ascent.

As they climbed higher, the sound of Amanda's movements and the gentle swaying of her head became more pronounced. The realization of the immense danger they were in heightened their senses, urging them to be even more cautious.

Just as they were nearing the midpoint of their climb, their hopes of reaching Amanda's ears, disaster struck. Amanda abruptly turned her head, her swift movement catching Sasha off guard. In an instant, Sasha was whipped towards Amanda's nose, her grip on the hair slipping away.

"Sasha!" Emma cried out in panic, watching helplessly as her friend dangled precariously in front of Amanda's face.

“AH!” Sasha screamed, her body swinging from the strand of hair, right in front of Amanda’s button nose, adorned with a septum piercing.

“I’M SLIPPING!” she continued, her grip weakening on the silky strand of hair.

“SASHA, THE PIERCING, JUMP!” Emma called out, her heart beating out of her chest as she watched Sasha hang.

With Emma’s advice, Sasha swung from the hair at the last moment, just barely managing to grip on to the shiny metal of Amanda’s septum piercing.

“Thank god!" Sasha laughed with delirious exhaustion.

Emma sighed, grateful her friend wasn’t dead.

Amanda blew the strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, thankfully not the one Emma was hanging near. The sheer force of the gust was enough to make Sasha’s ears almost bleed, leaving them ringing.

“SASHA, HOW LONG CAN YOU HOLD ON?” Emma asked, just barely in earshot of Sasha.

“WHAT?” Sasha yelled, her hearing still shot.

“I SAID, HOW LONG CAN YOU HOLD ON FOR?” Emma repeated.

“AT LEAST A LITTLE!" Sasha yelled back.

Emma looked around for some kind of solution, but there were few, if any, that wouldn’t put her in danger too. She could swing towards her, but that would alert Amanda to their presence, something they were trying to avoid before being heard first due to Amanda’s perspective on bugs.

Wait… that’s it!

“SASHA, LET GO! YOU’LL FALL INTO AMANDA’S BRA, IT SHOULD CUSHION YOUR FALL!” Emma shouted.

“WHAT?! I’M NOT DOING THAT!” Sasha shouted back, struggling to get her voice out over the steady blow of air coming in and out around her.

“YOU HAVE TO, YOU’LL FALL REGARDLESS!” Emma explained.

Sasha looked down, staring at Amanda’s chest. It did look soft, but what if she bounced? And if she did sink into her cleavage, she could end up suffocating between her boobs.

“I’M SCARED!” Sasha screamed, losing her composure.

“IT’S OKAY! TRUST ME!” Emma yelled, her voice growing hoarse.

Sasha’s hands began to sweat, and her grip on the metal bar was growing loose.

“I… I… OKAY! I’LL DO IT!” Sasha panicked, trying to maintain her grip.

“3… 2… 1… DROP!” Emma shouted, as her friend was about to make the drop, hoping it would encourage her. It did, but neither of them would have predicted what happened next...

Amanda sat, bored of waiting. Her friends should’ve been at the club room an hour ago. Where were they?

Suddenly, her nose started to tickle. She initially tried to fight it, but it grew too annoying…

*SNIFF*

Amanda inhaled deeply, but still didn’t feel the sensation leave.

*SNIFFF*

She inhaled even deeper, feeling a slight improvement.

*SNIFFFF*

She inhaled one final time, finally feeling it leave.

“That’s better.” she sighed, wiping her nose, and trying to find a way to occupy her boredom…

-

As Sasha desperately tried to hold on to the metal bar, her grip slipping, Amanda's face suddenly contorted in a sniffle. The powerful gust of air caused by Amanda's inhalation intensified, and Sasha felt herself being pulled closer to Amanda's nose.

"No!" Emma screamed, her voice filled with anguish as she watched Sasha lose her grip and plummet towards Amanda's face. Time seemed to slow down as Sasha's body was engulfed by the rushing air, disappearing into the depths of Amanda's nose.

Emma's heart shattered as she witnessed her friend being sucked into Amanda's nasal passage. She loosely hung from the hair, a cry of grief escaping her lips. Another friend, taken within seconds…

-

“EMMA!” Sasha shouted, as she felt a vortex of wind pull her tiny body with ease towards a dark, dank hole. As she was pulled in, within mere moments, her body was flung into a solid, goopy mass, sinking neck deep into it.

“Wha… where… no… no way…” Sasha sputtered, realizing where she was, and what she was stuck in. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized the fate that had befallen her. She was stuck deep within Amanda's nose, surrounded by the mucus that lined its walls. The sticky substance clung to her tiny body, making it difficult to move or even breathe properly.

Panic surged through Sasha's veins as she struggled to free herself from the thick mucus. She wriggled and squirmed, her tiny limbs feeling heavy and restricted in the gooey trap, doing everything she could to maintain the rapidly reducing opening her head was poking out of.

"Emma!" Sasha's voice echoed in desperation, her cry muffled by the sticky substance that enveloped her. She strained her ears, hoping to hear a response from her friend, but all she could hear was the sound of her own labored breathing.

Sasha's heart raced as she fought against the constricting grip of the mucus. With each passing moment, the sticky substance seemed to tighten its hold on her, making it increasingly difficult to move or even take a breath.

As the mucus enveloped her further, Sasha's body sank deeper into the suffocating darkness. Panic welled up inside her, and she desperately gasped for air, but the thick snot obstructed her lungs, leaving her gasping in vain.

"Emma!" Sasha's voice was barely a whisper now, her strength waning. She strained to hear any sign of her friend, but her cries were lost amidst the muffled echoes within Amanda's nose.

The air around Sasha became denser and more suffocating with each passing second. She felt the pressure building, squeezing her tiny body, and her struggles grew weaker.

Her vision blurred, and dizziness washed over her. The lack of oxygen began to take its toll, and Sasha's consciousness teetered on the edge of darkness. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer.

In her final moments of lucidity, Sasha's thoughts turned to her friends, Emma and Michael. She hoped they would find a way to escape, to survive this nightmare. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving them behind.

As the darkness closed in, Sasha's body went limp, and she succumbed to the lack of oxygen, her consciousness slipping away...

Emma was in severe shock. Potentially, she was the only one left alive of the four, and at this point, she couldn’t find much justification for keeping on. As the realization of Sasha's fate settled upon her, Emma's grip on the strand of hair she was holding onto weakened. Disbelief and despair consumed her, clouding her judgment and shattering her resolve.

In a moment of absolute despair, Emma let go of the hair, allowing herself to fall onto the table below. The impact was jarring, and pain shot through her body as she landed with a thud. She felt it immediately.

“My… my leg! It’s… fuck!” she winced, immediately acknowledging she couldn’t hope to stand on it. All of that work, just to lose Sasha and be rendered crippled, unable to dare climb Amanda again.

“I have to… do something…” Emma resolved, not wanting Sasha’s loss to be in vain, but knowing that in all seriousness, there wasn’t much she could do.

She looked up at Amanda, still bobbing her head to the music, fully immersed.

Emma grimaced, before launching an arm before her, pulling her body forward on the table, towards Amanda. She crawled, and crawled, and kept on crawling.

Her determination propelled her forward, her injured leg throbbing with each agonizing crawl. She ignored the pain, focusing solely on reaching Amanda, the giantess who seemed oblivious to their plight.

As Emma neared Amanda's towering figure, her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. She knew that catching Amanda's attention was crucial, but she also understood the risk she was taking.

Emma's body trembled as she crawled closer to Amanda, her voice hoarse from calling out. She reached out with her tiny arm, her fingers stretching towards the giantess, desperately trying to make contact.

"Amanda, it's me, Emma!" she pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and longing. "C’mon, we’ve been friends since we were kids! Please, notice me! Help us!"

A flicker of recognition crossed Amanda's face as she momentarily turned her attention toward the table. Emma's heart soared with a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Amanda would finally see her, recognize their long-standing friendship, and lend a helping hand.

But Amanda's gaze settled on Emma's minuscule form, and in that moment, all hope shattered. Amanda's expression twisted in disgust.

Without warning, Amanda brought her finger down, crushing Emma beneath its weight instantly. Emma's fragile body ruptured, and a sickening mixture of blood and innards splattered onto Amanda's finger.

"Ew... I got its guts on my finger," Amanda remarked, her tone filled with revulsion. She quickly wiped the remnants of Emma's crushed form on the table, her face contorted with a mixture of repulsion and annoyance.

In her final moments, Emma's broken spirit could only comprehend the depths of Amanda's indifference and callousness. The pain and betrayal cut deep, overshadowing the memories of their cherished friendship. The realization that her pleas had been met with disregard and her existence reduced to nothing more than an inconvenience filled her with a profound sense of sorrow, and as the finger obliterated her, she had the same question to ask as the other victims… why?

- 

“I hate bugs…” Amanda groaned, annoyed to have even had to crush the insect that was on the table. The only good bug was a dead bug, she always said. If only Emma was around, ever since they were kids she helped her get rid of any bugs that caused her problems.

“I guess no ones coming?” she sighed. Looking around the room, it was weird to see these seats empty.

“Not something I want to get used to anyway…” she laughed, missing her friends dearly.

Amanda stared at the book on the table. What was up with that, anyway? She opened it again, then quickly skimmed through it, reading its pages and finding herself confused by the runic writing. "Oh… there's blood on this one?" she noted, seeing a peculiar symbol coated with a trickle of dried blood. “Funky. I guess I’ll keep it, since… no ones here with it…” she resolved, closing it shut once more and sliding it into her backpack.

“Guess I’ll put my boots back on and head home.” she said with a yawn, stretching her legs out.

Amanda leaned down to the ground, picking her boots up and sliding her slender feet into them, finding amusement in her socks as they disappeared into the throats of her Demonias.

Once her boots were securely fastened, Amanda rose to her full height, her figure towering over the empty club room. She glanced around one last time, the silence of the room echoing the absence of her friends. It felt eerie and unsettling, a stark contrast to the laughter and camaraderie they had once shared.

As Amanda prepared to leave, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Memories of their adventures and inside jokes flooded her mind, reminding her of the bond they had formed over the years. She missed them all dearly, and was hopeful that everyone would show up next time.

She put the book and her salad container into her bag, then slung it over her shoulder. With that, everything she needed was on her person, and she walked out of the room, her heavy stomps shaking everything once more…

“Guys?!” Michael shouted.

It was beyond boring within the depths of Amanda’s Demonia. It stank of feet, but he’d been in so long he was growing noseblind.

In the darkness of the boot, Michael's mind spun with worry and curiosity. What had happened to Emma and Sasha? Were they safe? Did they manage to escape the chaos that had unfolded? His thoughts raced, searching for answers that eluded him.

He imagined various scenarios, picturing Emma and Sasha fighting against the odds, struggling to survive. Were they looking for him? Did they even know he was stuck inside Amanda's boot? The uncertainty gnawed at him, amplifying his anxiety.

As the minutes turned into hours, Michael's perception of time grew hazy. He wondered how long it had been since he was swallowed by the Demonia, losing track of the days and nights that had blurred together in the darkness.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught his attention. A sliver of light breached the darkness as the boot's zipper was slowly undone. His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. What was happening?

A glimmer of hope sparked within him as he glimpsed Amanda's kitten-socked foot making its way into the boot. But that hope quickly turned to terror as the massive foot loomed over him, its presence overwhelming.

Michael's mind raced with fear as he realized the potential danger he was in. He had gone from boredom to apprehension, trapped in a confined space with a giant foot descending upon him. The overwhelming size and power of Amanda's foot struck him with a primal fear.

He pressed himself against the walls of the boot, desperately seeking a way to escape. But there was no place to hide, no means of defense. He was at the mercy of Amanda's oblivious movements.

As the kitten-socked foot came closer, Michael's heart pounded in his chest. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to run, to escape the impending catastrophe. But he was trapped, his fate hanging in the balance.

Fear enveloped him like a suffocating shroud as the foot loomed directly above him. He braced himself, but nothing could have prepared him for the impact of the foot as he was speared directly by the toes, dragged on his back all the way into the toe of the shoe, getting horrible friction burn and brutalizing his lower half.

“AMANDA!” he pleaded, feeling his legs get crushed as the smelly clothed appendage settled in to place, pinning him down.

"AMANDA!" he cried out, his voice filled with both pain and desperation. "Please... I'm trapped. Help me!"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Amanda, oblivious to his cries, simply stood up and began walking. Each step sent shockwaves of agony through Michael's body, amplifying his suffering.

With every stride, Michael's hope diminished. He realized that Amanda was completely unaware of his presence and the pain he was experiencing. The weight of her foot pressing down on him was unbearable, and his strength waned with each passing moment.

As Amanda continued to walk, the boot enclosing Michael became a prison of pain. He fought against the overwhelming pressure, but his struggles were futile. The realization that he might not survive this ordeal sank in, filling him with a profound sense of helplessness.

In the midst of his anguish, Michael's thoughts turned to his friends, Emma and Sasha. He hoped with all his heart that they were safe and that they escaped the nightmarish fate that had befallen them.

Michael's world began to fade into darkness. The pain became overwhelming, and his body grew weak. He knew he was nearing the end of his strength, and his consciousness teetered on the precipice of oblivion.

Suddenly, the boot stopped swinging for a moment, granting Michael a single moment of respite. “Why… why did she stop…” he sputtered, blood starting to come out of his mouth from internal damage.

Without warning, the boot lifted up astronomically high. Before Michael could even comprehend why that would happen, the boot slammed down into the ground.

And again.

And again.

Michael didn’t survive the first impact.

And again…

-

Amanda paused, feeling a pebble in her shoe.

As Amanda stomped her foot repeatedly, trying to shake off the annoying pebble, a strange sensation tingled through her foot.

If Amanda had been more observant and taken her shoes off to investigate, she might have noticed the damp spot growing on her socks, the discoloration hinting at the gruesome aftermath of her relentless stomping. A sticky substance, a mix of blood and crushed remains, had smeared onto the material of her kitty socks. But her mind was occupied with thoughts of going home, oblivious to the grisly fate that had befallen Michael.

With an unconcerned smile on her face, Amanda continued on her way, completely unaware of the tragedy she had unknowingly left behind. The wet spot on her socks would wash out, leaving no visible trace of the final gruesome end she inadvertently caused.

All that was going through her head was the excitement of seeing everyone again, at the next meeting of the Occult Club…