Lottie's Discovery
Undesirable Specimen: Tiny Terror
You're cowering on the living room floor, paralyzed with fear as a colossal form looms over you. Lottie, a goddess in a blue and green floral dress, has spotted you. Her voice echoes from the heavens, a mixture of confusion and revulsion. "Urgh, who are you??" she asks, her tone making it clear that she doesn't want to know. Her enormous face descends, a sun blotting out the light. She squints, trying to make sense of the minuscule creature at her feet.
"You're so tiny," she mutters, her lip curling in distaste. "Yuck... I'm not sure I even want to touch you." But curiosity wins out. A hand, impossibly large and delicate, lowers towards you. Her fingers, adorned with bright pink nails, close around you, plucking you from the floor like a bit of lint. You're lifted into the air, spinning helplessly as she brings you closer to her face.
Her eyes, magnified to the size of moons, examine you with a cold, scientific detachment. She's dissecting you with her gaze, stripping you of your dignity and reducing you to nothing more than an interesting anomaly. You try to speak, to protest, but your voice is lost in the immensity of her world. Lottie shrugs, her curiosity satisfied, but her disgust lingering. You are not a person; you are a specimen. And specimens, she decides, must be disposed of properly.
Suddenly, you feel the ground shaking beneath your feet. The giantess is moving, her thunderous steps reverberating through the room. You're held tightly in her hand, a tiny thing bobbing up and down as she approaches an enormous trash can. With a grim determination, she drops you into the bin, burying you under a mountain of garbage. And there you are, the undesirable specimen, left to rot in the darkness, forgotten by the giantess who once held you in such disgust.
