Atimist's BIG Morning
A tiny terror is unleashed on the big city. When Atimist wakes up to discover that his normally miniature body is as tall as the buildings, he slowly moves from worry to glee as he has the time of his little life taking on the town.
My first dive into the world of micro/macro, so I hope I didn't disappoint. Atimist is a good friend, so it was a pleasure to let the pint-sized pipsqueak have a big adventure.
Atimist belongs to FA: Atimist . Do not use the character without his permission.
Atimist's BIG Morning By Lykanos Wulfheart
The cold ground was unyielding, firmly pushing against the fox's back. Despite this, Atimist was sleeping deeply, his tiny form twitching as he dreamt. In reality, the yellowy-orange canine stood about five inches, but in his mind, he was huge. Massive fingers swept up cars as he trounced around the city looking for the miniature versions of friends who had teased him.
Reaching down to get his revenge, Atimist snapped awake as his hand slipped off his belly and splashed into the river beside him. "What the-" His eyes went wide as he looked across the stream. What should have been a quarter mile across, an ocean to him, was no more than a couple strides from his current perspective.
Twisting his body to sit, the three-toed paw slid along the roadway, snapping a streetlight as it went. "Oh no," he yelled as he picked up the knee-high post and tried his hardest to put it back in. The damaged debris would not stay in place, forcing the giant to lob it into the river.
Sweeping at his thick brown hair, the nervous fox chuckled with shame. "At least there were no cars," he said as he delicately moved around, hoping no one would get hurt as he shuffled. "Wait," shouted the monstrosity as he looked at the nearby buildings. Feeling at his fluff, he had to make sure it was real, not just a dream. Inventorying himself, he was all there. Eight fingers, six toes, black ear tufts, and a cute little nose.
Walking across the street with a stride, he rested an elbow on the building as he pondered. "Okay. I was at a friend's house. I fell asleep on his table... then woke up a freaking macro?" Atimist still wasn't convinced, but he couldn't explain it, either. "Maybe if I get back to his house, I can figure this out..." Looking over the build tops, he could see the city stretch out before him, his sight ending at the skyscrapers. "And I should really stop talking to myself."
Carefully, the giant fox walked between the businesses, feet pushing over parking meters as he went. The streets were bare until a few blocks in, parked cars lining the sidewalks of the bigger buildings. "Where is everyone," he asked as he peeked into the nearby apartments, its twelve stories just as tall as the titan leaning against it. "Wow," he mumbled as he pushed off, "This is nothing like I expected."
Atimist had figured that he'd be able to make out people inside the rooms, but all the curtains seemed to be closed. He also expected that the bricks would come loose as he pushed around the massive structure, but that, too, was not going as planned. "I wonder," mumbled the monster as he tested his theory. With a kick, he embedded his foot into the fourth floor. "Maybe they all left because of me... A higher vantage point-" As he said it, he could feel the sharp pain in his paw, much like stepping on a plastic toy.
The gigantic fingers slipped off the rooftop as the mass of fur fell hard against the roadways, cars crushing and trees snapping like toothpicks. Spinning with a horrified start, the white-tipped tail swept carnage into the sides of the stores. "Oh no! I'm so sorry," he pleaded as he regained his footing and backed up, heel clipping the wall of a little one-floor auto shop.
With a yelp of surprise, the white fluffed butt smashed through the roof, leaving Atimist sprawled across the wreckage. Pulling himself out with a wince, bits of building fell from his fur as he moved away. Unable to force a glance back, he was heartbroken. "I-I really hope nobody got hurt. I always wanted to be big, but... now I'm just ruining everything!"
With a frustrated kick, he took out half the stoplights in an intersection. The action only lowered his ears as he realized that people could have driven out into his foot had he not been so lucky. Tears welled up as he dropped down in the center of the roadway, hugging his knees as he pouted.
The silence lingered as his ears flicked around, searching for any signs of life. Nothing. No cars zooming. No helicopters coming to fight. No babies screaming. He was all alone.
"Huh," he stated as he stood back up. "If they're all gone..." His woe turned to wicked glee as the scenario flipped in his mind. "I can have some fun without anyone getting hurt!" The evil cackle that followed matched his actions as he ripped the billboard off a nearby rooftop and lobbed it as far as he could. "Mwahahahahaha!"
Looking down at the cars, he stomped them into the pavement, the vehicles crumpling like paper under his bulky feet. The further he went, the more devious he grew. Powerlines snapped, trucks were tossed, he even tipped over a water tower. Making his way to the closest skyscraper, he readied himself for a treat. He was going to snap it in half, then toss it over his head like a movie monster. Starting with a beastly roar, he grabbed the tower that was twice his height. With a mighty squeeze, it crushed in on itself, yet somehow held firm. Another mighty yank crumpled it further, but only slightly sagging, it continued to defy him. Enraged, Atimist let out a terrifying growl as he pulled the whole skyscraper from the ground, using it like a crumpled baseball bat as he drove it into the shopping center down the block.
Riding off the high, he rushed through a couple smaller building, stomping into the ceilings as he headed for a long complex about the height of his chest. Clasping his hands together, he slammed them both down into the nearest wall, shattering the section as he screamed out, "ATI SMASH!"
"Ati, what have you done!?" The voice snapped the fox to attention, spinning him around in the wake of his destruction. Atimist's friend towered over him, at least six miles tall to the tiny pipsqueak.
"H-hey buddy... H-how's it going?"
"Dangit, Ati! You destroyed my model! I needed that for a city planning presentation."
Looking back at where he pounded his fists, he was shocked with what he saw. The structure was entirely hollow. He had been crushing through plastic and cardboard. "I am so sorry! I woke up and had no clue what was going on!" Picking up a car, he realized that it was made entirely out of paper, almost like origami.
"You'd better be sorry," groaned the voice in the sky. "You decided to take a nap on my only table big enough for this thing. Had to pick you up and put you down in it. Actually, I'm still surprised you slept through that."
"Wait," stated the micro fox as he tilted his head. "But I woke up at the river. There was real water in there!"
"Of course there was," huffed his friend. "I was going for accuracy and was testing to see of it could hold the water I poured in."
"So..." mumbled Atimist, the embarrassment sweeping over his face."
"So, why did you destroy it all, anyways?" A judgmental finger poked into the white fluff of Atimist's belly. "What? If you WERE a macro, you'd just stomp a whole city?"
"N-no, it's not like that," spouted the tiny terror. "I felt really bad at first. I didn't want to hurt anyone, honest." Shyly digging his toe into the ground, he continued as softly as he could. "But... when I figured out the city was empty... I just couldn't help myself."
Scoffing, his friend shook his head. "So you wanted to feel like a big deal, huh? And you couldn't have waited for me to get my camera. Now that would have made a cool video."
"Right?" squeaked Atimist as he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. "So... about that..."
"So, about that. You're going to help me fix this. Then, after my presentation, I might let you destroy it. Might."
Blushing with shame, the pint-sized fox got to work fixing the chaos he'd created. As much fun as it was, he still felt bad, not only for destroying his buddy's model, but for reveling in the heinous destruction he'd caused.