"Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back," Guy chanted in his mind, as he ran down the city street. Other people were less circumspect about their inner voice, preferring the outer kind, and varying from fervent prayers, to angry swearing, to frightened yelling. All of it was validated by Lindsey's daunting approach. She shook the street with her colossal steps, each booming impact shivering the air. More than once, Guy stumbled and nearly fell, as some of that terrifying energy lifted the pavement beneath his feet. The first, most important goal, was to get off the avenue the giantess was following. This is Survival 101. Do not run straight away from a tree toppling in your direction, unless you're the dog in a Tex Avery cartoon. Likewise, do not try to outrace someone fifty times your size. Coming to an intersection, Guy's inner voice took over. "Left," said one part of his mind. "No, right is better!" said another part. "Left is the way to go
[ DISCLAIMER: This is a loose parody of the SCP Foundation entries, and should not be considered canon to Lauren Smith, or any of the related OCs of the original artist/writer. This also contains dark and disturbing subject matter, including panic attacks. If knowing that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read. ] Item #: SCP-6900-J Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6900-J’s containment cell should resemble a lavish studio apartment built along the edge of Site ___________. Apartment should be 58.9 meters in diameter, and 6 meters in height. Complete with a queen-sized bed, furnishings, walk-in closet, 1.8-meter-long couch, and one ultra-wide Vissani top freezer refrigerator—which should be stocked at all times. Any food within should be replenished every forty-eight hours, whenever the subject is asleep. This also applies to any destroyed furniture, clothing, and concrete from fractured walls. The size of the apartment is subject to change depending on
On a moonless autumn night Fawn and Henry strolled together on the outskirts of the town. Fallen leaves swished around their feet as they turned aside into a small playground. Finding some swings they sat next to each other. "You can really change your size?" Henry asked after a while. Fawn had revealed her ability to him about an hour ago, and Henry, being a thoughtful type, had chewed on the idea in the interim. "Uh-huh," Fawn replied, kicking back and forth on the swing. "You need proof?" "Sure," Henry agreed. "Prove to me you can change your size." "Simplicity itself," she said, standing up. "Get off the swing. Stand in front of me." With an amused smirk Henry did as he was told. Standing close with his arms behind his looked down at her. Her eyes twinkled, and slowly she rose in front of him, until her eyes were almost level with his. Cocking an eyebrow, Henry glanced down. "You're up on your toes," he commented. "You're telling me that doesn't