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"Come on now, you're so close!"

His ears rang as she spoke, her words too loud for a being as small as he was. There was no rhyme or reason to his condition. For him and all others like him, it was simply what life was meant to be. Sure, from an outsider's perspective, it could appear to be an unfair matter, but to him it wasn't. The big ones didn't resent birds for their ability to take to the sky, just like he couldn't resent them for being big.

The Room, as the big ones called it, had been his home all his life. His parents and grandparents had lived here before him. A hole in the wall, hidden from sight by the massive apparatus giants use to throw away the objects they no longer wish to carry around - the bin.

Feeling the infinite weight on his back, he could blame no one but himself. He had been told not to go. While the sweet bean could nourish the hole for weeks, it was too exposed to ever be worth the risks. He hadn't listened. It wasn't her fault either. Despite their resemblance, they were nothing alike. They lived in different worlds. It simply was the way of the world.

"You've got this little guy! Once you get out from under there, you just have to lift the glass and that Jelly Bean's all yours..."

His ears rang once again. He couldn't understand everything she said, but he could tell she was mocking him. He felt pathetic as fear filled his mind. It was all a game for her. One she'd forget the second she'd get back up. There was no wriggling away from under her shoe. There was absolutely no way to lift the glass. The weight increased once again. A painful crack echoed in his head as he suddenly lost all sensations in his legs. 

"Come on... Come on..."

Another crack echoed higher up his spine. His arms gave up as his face crashed with a thud against the cold tile. Darkness filled his vision as the metallic taste of blood rose up his throat.

"And... nope."

The used rubber finally made contact with the floor, reducing everything it encountered on its way to a fine paste. 

"You're talking to yourself, Lena?" a voice spoke from the bathroom.

"Nah, I must have dropped a Jelly Bean when we got back and there was one of those speck bug thingy trying to get it." Lena replied, turning her attention back to the surveillance feeds on her laptop. 

"Can you please clean after yourself? We're stuck in here for three days and I hate bugs!"

I'm not proud to admit it, but I went back to Blender to test the new Tracer model... It's been a fun experiment seeing how much the software changed since the last time I used it. Explicit Haru was kind enough to show me around and so I managed to make this!

Also, it's been a while since a Tracer piece was set outside the Victims of the Anomaly universe. Bit weird to write, but it's fun! It allows me to play into the limitations I had with her VotA personality.

Anyway, hope you'll enjoy it!