You Okay In There? (RP welcome)
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You were surprised to have survived the night. The frigid winter winds had chilled you all night as you wandered through the inky black forest in search of refuge. Bare trees bigger than you could’ve ever imagined loom overhead, mocking your diminutive stature while the sounds of unseen creatures remind you of how you truly are at the bottom of the food chain in this forest. The first form of shelter you saw was a large industrial garbage bin, the seal of the city park stamped across it’s breadth. Though it wasn’t a savory option, it was the best you had. You cautiously crept inside, the normal stench of garbage quelled by the frost that has formed on the rubbish inside. It was a humbling sanctuary, but you were at least safe for the night.
You awake to soft tremors, footsteps crunching the frozen grass. You blink the sleep from your eyes and your chest tightens at seeing a pair of ragged leather boots, each the size of cement trucks to you. You back into your hideaway, made of a Starbucks cup.
“Damn raccoons knockin’ shit over…” a voice growled from above. Two gloved hands grip the rim of the bin and your whole world shifts. The opening tilts sharply upwards, sending you tumbling into the cup. You scream in terror as refuse cascades from the side of the can, though you remain untouched. You see the sky above, a dazzling orange and purple stretched out above. This would be such a lovely morning had you been your normal size and enjoying coffee on your own front porch. However, your scream had caught the attention of the enormous being that righted the can. You gasp in horror as a face emerges, the weight of just their shadow sending a shiver up your spine. You couldn’t tell if this was a man or woman, though you were leaning towards man. Thick brows sheltered a pair of brown eyes searching the contents of the bin intently. You catch sight of two tusk-like teeth protruding from their underbite like a bulldog. This scruffy looking brute no doubt worked for the city parks, you having seen the patch on their hoodie that matched the one on the garbage bin. You think you may be safe until they lock eyes with you. Your stomach drops at realizing you’ve been spotted. Tears form in your eyes as you imagine all the horrible ends this monster could bring to you. You wince and curl up tightly as they lean down to see you better, expecting to be grabbed up and crushed like a pest.
“You okay in there?” the giant rumbles softly.
