The Worst Kind (Patreon)

When found shrunken, there were all kinds of reactions from those who would notice you.

Some would pick you up and look for a way to somehow help you.

Some would take you home, either kept as a pet or tamed as a shrunken slave.

Some would just ignore you, trying to avoid the chore of helping you.

Some would use the opportunity to get some money out of it, either taking ransom from your family, extorting your savings, or overcharging a significant payment in order to get you the cure, those were considered scum and were hated by society the most.

But the worst kind are those mischievous girls who just see it as an opportunity to have some fun. Shrunken lives were a joke to them, and they would deliberately step on and crush you for the lols.

When you shrunk at Walmart, you ran and hid beneath the shelves, waiting for someone you might get the attention from, and then you saw 2 pairs of feet of young women standing and checking out from the shelves above you.

One of them had sandals, so you went ahead and poked her foot, looking up.

“Oh, look”, she said and pointed down, they both stared at you.

“So cute”, her friend said, “are you lost honey?”

You nodded, waited for them to pick you up, they giggled and looked at each other mischievously.

“He approached me, don’t even think about it”, the first one told her, waving with her finger.

“Ugh, but you stepped on the last one”

Once you heard it you started running in panic, trying to find a sanctuary, but your chances were slim, very slim.

*Rest is a short comic*