Dazed and confused you woke up in what seemed to be an endless field of white porcelain. You had no idea where you were, and honestly, you really didn't want to know. Surrounding him were four monumental walls, each one stretching higher than any conceivable skyscraper. Wooden shelves that could house entire countries, an oven that could set the whole cities ablaze. You were in the kitchen of your cozy two-bedroom apartment, but it was very obvious that it wasn't exactly the same kitchen you were familiar with. Before you had time to question whether you shrank or the world grew a monstrous shaking plagued the area. In a horrifying rhythm, the very ground beneath him shook as the thundering noise grew louder and louder. While it slowly approached you, it was very easy to point out the source and as the door swung open you were hit with a gust of wind that felt like the shock wave of a nuclear bomb. Your terrors were confirmed as a girl, drenched in sweat, wearing a red tracksuit entered the room. With a towering figure, she eclipsed you. Basking you in an endless dark shadow. There was no way she'd notice you, but you still found yourself calling for her name. You yelled at the top of your lungs. But, as expected, your voice had no chance of reaching her. As she took her first step into the room you began to notice a vile odor slowly approaching. Confused, you tried to confirm if the scent you smelled was real and as you took one quick sniff you felt your body recoil in shock. It was true that your senses were more sensitive at this size but, there was nothing on earth that should smell this bad. Permeating with an odor of stale vinegar and what could only be described as a disgusting musk you looked up only to see the towering sock of that girl looming above you.

      Realizing how perilous the situation was, you take off running hoping to escape an untimely death under her sweat ridden soles but your size makes it quite difficult. Despite running in a full sprint, you were going at a snail's pace, and even after a full 30 seconds of running, you were still under the girl’s sock. It was too late and before you knew it the girl’s sock had come down onto you pressing you between the hard tile floor and the girl’s stained gym socks. The world went black and you felt your body compress under the intense pressure, but somehow you were still intact, which at first seemed like a blessing, but as you would soon find out, was actually a curse. All the air was pushed from your lungs and replaced by the pungent aroma of sweat and stale cheese. Each breath caused an awful burning feeling in your lungs. You began to thrash and struggle fruitlessly against the giant foot. Eyes watering from the smell you desperately hoped for her to lift her foot, and when light filled the area, you were relieved as she began to lift her foot… however, as the visibility increased your heart sunk as realized that your fruitless struggles have caused your arms and legs to get trapped amongst the loose threads of her socks. 

      You begin to yell and thrash some more in hopes that she'd notice you, but your pleas were shortly snuffed out as a massive droplet of sweat dripped down onto your screaming face filling your mouth with a disgustingly sweaty flavor. You try spitting it out but as the girl begins tapping her foot your face and tongue are pushed directly into her sock, filling your mouth with a mix of sock fibers, dust, dirt, and the girls tainted sweat. It was torture! And what's worse is that the girl was completely unaware of your existence, and to make matters worse she began walking again. Each step was vertigo filled cacophony of awful smells, awful taste, and the awful feeling of being slammed into the ground again and again until you hear something from above. 

      "Where did I put my shoes…" She mumbled to herself filling the entirety of your being with terror and dread. Tears of despair streamed down you e and it was then that you realized that your torture had just begun…