Illusion by LunaRolexLer

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Mathew barely had enough time to gasp. He had just opened his eyes in this new world when he saw the red underside of Nawara's slipper rise over his body. He didn't even have enough time to figure out what world he was in before her foot came down on his tiny form. He landed directly underneath her arch, feeling her weight roll up his body as her foot settled in on him. His bones creaked in protest, breath was difficult but not impossible... The slipper was rough enough for good traction, but soft enough that it allowed him survival.

However, something stuck to his chest. Maybe a bit of gunk she had stepped on, something annoyingly sticky... When her foot lifted up, he felt himself lifted with it by his chest. His arms and legs dangled back down.

"I'm going to sleep! I just need to take a shower so I don't smell like ass!" Nawara shouted back down the hall toward Monder, who was nowhere to be seen. She was actually relieved when that annoying stickyness that she could feel with each step went away - she had no idea she had a passenger.

"You'd better go straight to bed when you're finished there otherwise you're grounded!" Monder shouted back - Even though Nawara was 18, Monder still had control in the household.

She rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh as she made her way toward the shower room. Mathew gasped when he could breathe, only when her foot was off the ground. Every step she took was devastating. The ground slammed into his back knocking the wind out of him with each step she took. Soon it felt like pins and needles on his skin, before he couldn't feel his back at all. Blood began to roll from his mouth and his nose as his insides took the brunt of the damage with each step. He was simply lint on the sole of her soft house slipper.

He couldn't tell where he was when she removed her slippers. The weight was manageable without Nawara wearing him, but his body was sore all over. He was forced to stare at the crack of light between the sole of her slipper and the ground as Nawara got undressed. He couldn't see anything other than her heel. Her black socks were striking as her clothes dropped to the ground. She kicked them aside, pulling her socks off to reveal her bare feet. The little one watched as she walked around the bathroom getting ready, watching as her feet came into view and out of view, knowing that he was just beneath her...

The strange, stinging pain had taken a toll on him. However, it was converted to energetic pleasure by his strange hardwired brain. The poor creature was forced to crave this, he didn't want to leave his spot beneath her feet.

Mist and humidity rolled over him as the steam from her shower filled the room. It wasn't long before the falling water stopped, and she had stepped out onto a towel she had there so that she would not make a mess of the water dripping off her body. Her skin sparkled as she dried it, but again, all Mat could see were her socks. She finished drying off, got into her night gown, and pulled her black thigh-high socks onto her legs once more. Then, it was back to the torture...

His prison shifted to the side, dragging him along the damp floor as she got her slipper into position to put on. All she had to do was slide her toes in and it was set. He could feel as her heel came down, forcing the air from his lungs as his body once again deformed to take the pressure of her weight without breaking. Although he couldn't see, his vision was filled with stars as the pressure got to his body.

Nawara went to her bedroom. Her red bed was in the corner, and right next to it in the same corner was a black bed with a white pillow. She shared her bedroom with Anon1, and absolutely hated sleeping alone. While she did it a few times when she had gotten herself lost earlier due to really lazy repair people near the Pink Garden, it was extremely hard for her to actually fall sleep without Anon around. However, she wasn't planning on sleeping just yet - Anon wasn't here, so she sat down on her bed and opened up her favorite book.

Mathew gasped for air as his weary little body was lifted up from the floor. He was forced to gaze downward, his head stuck to the right as his hair dangled over his face. His right leg had already been broken, squished a bit but no blood had made its way through the skin. It was taking a while to bruise as well, though he could feel the bones within were splintered and snapped.

An hour or so passed, and still no Anon...

Nawara sighed, setting her book down finally. She didn't want to go to sleep, but she didn't want to be grounded either. Oh well ~ She stood up to go on the hunt... Mathew could feel every step... After she finished reading her book and began her walk, it seemed like it was far more damaging to his little body than before. She wandered aimlessly, avoiding Monder purposefully so that he didn't know she was still awake. Anon should be asleep now as well, so she would get in trouble too if she didn't get to bed soon.

*Thump... Crick... Woosh... Thump...*

Again and again. Step after step... Mathew's body was being pressed to his limits. Blood began draining from his eyes, nose, and mouth as internal organs began to burst and rupture. His ribs began to pop with each step one by one as joints were forced out of socket. It was slow, it was brutal, it was painful... He had no idea what was happening around him, only that he couldn't even think at this point. It wasn't pain, it was overwhelming - unrelenting - unwanted pleasure. He was lost...

Nawara finally returned with Anon, who had also been trying her best to avoid going to sleep. He couldn't hear what was going on as Nawara finally kicked her slippers off, but he could hear the two talking and moving around. All he could do though was exist, like gum on the bottom of a shoe. He was nothing, he was broken...

Half way through the night, Mat felt a huge pressure blast onto his body and hold there. He couldn't breathe... His skull began to split slightly, whoever was standing on him must have weighted a bit more than Nawara... It didn't last long, just enough to remind Mathew he was unsafe.

The next morning came slowly. The little tortured soul couldn't do anything but wait to be walked into oblivion. The two girls had gotten up around the same time that morning for breakfast, both successful in avoiding Monder's wrath about staying up too late last night. He was oblivious, partially because he was so focused on his potions that he didn't have the time to check up on them until they were already asleep. He even accidentally stepped on Nawara's slipper ~ Which was what jolted Mathew that night.

As the two girls wandered down the hallway, Nawara took the lead. She had her slippers on, and the cycle of torture was continuing... Behind her was Anon, who had a tissue to her nose. She wasn't super sick or anything, she just had a runny nose for some reason...

*Thump... Squelch... Woosh... Thump...*

Then, finally... Light flooded his eyes. Whatever had kept him on her slipper had worn off, the stickiness had gone away and Mathew was left in Nawara's wake. He watched her heel lift up from his body... Then he saw another figure come into view. He recognized her from before - the one who put him on the Pizza and tricked Nawara into eating it. He could hardly breathe as his broken, twisted little body disappeared beneath her footstep.

Anon could smell breakfast through the halls, following her sister lazily... Then, she felt something beneath her foot. It was small, but big enough to feel gross as she stepped forward. Her foot was far less forgiving than the soft squishy slippers that Nawara had been wearing, and Mathew was lucky enough to wind up mostly beneath her heel.

"Ugh!" She grunted, immediately switching from dead-tired to rage. "What the hell is this shit!"

She lifted her foot up to reveal Mathew's flattened corpse on her heel, crushed - but she remembered him. The toy from before... Where the hell were these gross toys coming from? Its intestines were hanging out and it looked like a crushed cockroach. It was amusing, but still really fucking annoying at the same time. She used the same snotty tissue she had been wiping her nose with to wipe Mathew's body into, mixing him into the gross mess.

"What?" Nawara asked as she turned around to see what was going on.

"Whoever's getting these stupid fucking toys needs to stop, they're gross, and really starting to piss me off!" Anon grumbled as she wiped Mathew's body off her foot into a tissue. She opened it up to reveal Mathew's half-flattened body to her sister. "Did you get him?"

"The store here just sells a bunch of nothing. It's a rip-off, not even useful..." Nawara said, looking at the humanesque naked toy. "It's super realistic though. Like, why would someone want to buy a bunch of really real tiny people?"

"When they aren't flat they have a fucking hard-on." Anon said as she quickly wrapped Mathew back up in the white tissue. He was still alive, barely... He felt Anon's fingers crumple him down, breaking and crushing all the bones that were still in-tact. He could feel as Anon's snot mixed into his wounds, it was gross! Finally, the little gory mess was tossed into a nearby trash can.

"Seriously? That's fucking hilarious!" Nawara laughed, "I want one now."

"Gotta' hand it to whoever makes them. They are really super realistic, like guts and everything. Maybe they're for science or something..."

"I wonder if Monder is making them?" Nawara said quizzically.

"Monder? I mean, maybe. He might be doing them to learn about anatomy or something..."

Their voices trailed off into the distance, no longer audible to the little one as he died alone. Crushed up in a used and snotty tissue. He hung onto life for a few more hours of torturous pain before passing onto the next universe of torture...