Jason watched as Laurel rummaged around through the bowl. He could only imagine the terrifying sight for those trapped inside. They probably only mostly saw Laurel’s beautiful face, framed by her long brown hair, with gravity pulling her bangs downward, and her lips pulled back in a cruel smile.




It was taking Laurel longer this time to select her victims than before. Jason decided that meant one of two things: 1 – La

Jason patiently waited on the table for his
gigantic goddess to return and resume murdering all their shrunken friends. He glanced at the large bowl that held practically every single person he had ever interacted with in this city. He felt bad for them… but there was nothing he could do to save them. And even if he could, he wouldn’t because Laurel wouldn’t want that.




He felt guilty that ther

Jason looked up to see a titanic Laurel towering over him with a look of pure glee on her face.




“I’d say you’re about three inches! I was hoping for two, but I’ve taken bigger in my ass.” Laurel chuckled. “Hey watch this!” Laurel took a step so her foot slammed down directly to his right. The force of the impact was enough to make his surrounding world shake, as if a mini earthquake was

Jason Redfield sat in his one bedroom apartment staring down at his phone with a shocked look on his face. He had lived in his apartment from the very first day he moved to his new city for his new job ten years ago. Never, in all that time, had he received a text message that made his heart beat so fast. He stared down at his phone, re-reading the message for the thousandth time.





Laurel Zell – Sent 11/9/2