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My roommate. The one who always joked about squishing bugs.

The carpet rose up like a shaggy jungle. Each fiber was a pale, twisted tree trunk as tall as my chest. I landed on my hands and knees—soft, thank God, but the impact shuddered through my tiny bones. The headset had tumbled off somewhere in the drop, and for a second I was just… there. On my hands and knees. The size of an action figure.

Now I was falling through my own living room.

My coffee table loomed above me like an overpass. The ceiling was a sky. The sofa was a cliff face. -VR- Height 15cm Looking at VR Get smaller and ...

But the footsteps were coming back. Heavier this time.

“Hey?” she called out, her voice a thunderclap that rattled my ribs. “You in here?”

I ran. The carpet ripped at my bare feet. I dodged a fiber, leaped over a dust bunny the size of a boulder. She was already lifting her foot. My roommate

“Hey little guy,” he’d said once, holding up a spider. “Time to die.”

The moment I slipped the headset on, I knew something was wrong.

Every step was a marathon. A fallen Cheeto was the size of a throw pillow. A dropped coin was a manhole cover. The air smelled of dust and static and something else—something sweet and huge, like a giant’s breath. Each fiber was a pale, twisted tree trunk

She didn’t hear me. Of course she didn’t. I was less than six inches tall. I might as well have been a cricket.

My girlfriend, Sarah, was standing in the doorway.