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Between Two (2024)
🕑 Added 2024-12-24 15:25:53 +0000 UTCJohn and Aaron were up early, enjoying a quiet breakfast in the kitchen while Tom and Phil still slept soundly. Their conversation flowed casually until John suddenly paused, his brow furrowing as he gave Aaron an odd look.
“Are you okay?” Aaron asked, confused by his friend’s sudden change in demeanor.
But before John could respond, the strange feeling he was experiencing seemed to hit Aaron too. A wave of disorientation washed over both men, their surroundings blurring and distorting. Then, in the blink of an eye, they vanished from the kitchen entirely—leaving behind only the faint sound of shifting air as the room returned to its serene stillness.
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John stirred awake, his body heavy with grogginess and a strange warmth radiating through him, as if he had a fever. He groaned softly, raising a sluggish hand to his head. The faint sounds of movement nearby caught his attention, prompting him to roll onto his side and struggle to sit upright.
“Aar…” he called out weakly, his voice cracking. “You okay?”
A small voice replied, shaky and uncertain. “Yeah… I think. What… what happened?”
John managed to get to his feet, albeit unsteadily, and finally took in his surroundings. His breath caught in his throat, words failing him. The space was familiar and yet alien. Above him, what should have been the kitchen table loomed impossibly high, its edges casting immense shadows over the polished floor. The kitchen—a space he knew like the back of his hand—now felt like a surreal and oversized replica.
“Aaron?” John called out, his voice trembling.
“Uh… um… I don’t…” Aaron stammered, struggling to find words. His movements were jittery as he stumbled closer, his wide eyes meeting John’s. Together, they took in the terrifying vastness of their surroundings, their usual sanctuary transformed into a world of impossible scale.
“We…” John began, swallowing hard as he pieced the words together. “It looks like we shrank.”
“Shrank?!” Aaron’s voice shot up, his panic spilling over. “People don’t just shrink, John! We don’t just shrink! What the hell is going on? Someone has to help us! We need—”
“HEY, SLEEPYHEAD!”
The booming voice erupted through the air like thunder, rattling the very ground beneath them. Aaron’s rant died in his throat as both men froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the deafening sound. A shadow fell over their minuscule forms as the titanic figure of Tom entered the kitchen, his heavy steps reverberating like distant earthquakes.
Aaron’s voice barely rose above a whisper. “Oh, no… no, no, no…”
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“Morning,” Phil muttered, his voice thick with sleep as he shuffled into the room, rubbing his eyes. “Sleep well?”
Tom glanced over from the kitchen, already moving around with purpose. “Not really, but that’s fine. Where are John and Aaron?”
Phil sat up, his gaze shifting to the empty beds where their friends had been. “No idea. Maybe they went out to grab breakfast?”
Tom scoffed, a hint of sarcasm edging his tone. “Figures. Nice of them to let us know.”
Phil shrugged, dragging himself fully upright and stretching. “So, what’re you thinking for breakfast?” he asked as he made his way into the kitchen and plopped into one of the chairs at the now-vacant table.
“Cereal sound good?” Tom offered, already pulling open the cabinet.
“Perfect,” Phil replied, settling in with a contented sigh, blissfully unaware of the true whereabouts of their missing friends.
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Aaron and John were paralyzed with a mix of fear and disbelief as their now-massive friends entered the kitchen. To their horror, Tom and Phil moved around with casual ease, their conversation flowing as if nothing was amiss—as if John and Aaron didn’t exist. And for all intents and purposes, they didn’t.
“TOM!” John shouted, his voice raw with desperation. “PHIL! DOWN HERE!”
Aaron cupped his hands around his mouth, joining in. “WE’RE RIGHT HERE! LOOK DOWN!”
Their cries were swallowed up in the cavernous kitchen, lost to the vast scale of the world around them. Above, the giants continued to chat, oblivious to the tiny figures far below. The booming vibrations of their voices sent tremors through the ground, each word reverberating like thunder.
As the two titans took their seats at the table, the shrunken pair was left staring up at the colossal forms towering above. Aaron and John found themselves huddled together between the immense, bare feet of their friends, the heat from the enormous soles radiating around them. Each slight shift of the giants’ feet sent ripples of panic through their small bodies.
“John…” Aaron whispered, trembling. “What do we do? They don’t even know we’re here.”
John’s eyes stayed locked on the monolithic feet shifting nearby. “I don’t know, Aaron,” he admitted, his voice barely steady. “But we’ve got to stay out of their way. If they don’t see us, they could…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication hung heavy between them as they stared at the towering figures, their voices reduced to helpless squeaks in the shadow of their oblivious friends.
Comments
Joee
If it’s doable, I don’t see why not. I can’t make promises.
Husbant
Can I request something ?
