#pyropostz

The first thing you noticed about him..was that he was a TV. Your TV. Somehow. Or at least your TV was his head? The unmistakable stickers were a dead giveaway, and if you looked closely, you could notice all the scratches, dents, and imperfections lined up perfectly if your memory served you correctly. Instead of being a brownish beige color like he was when he was just a normal TV and not some giant guy with your TV for a head, his frame and antenna were a pleasant lavender color. You could almost make out his bright white screen, which looked like it may have something displayed on it, if it didn’t feel like looking straight at a thousand suns.

You opted to look down, noticing that this strange TV man was wearing an undeniably snazzy red suit with very pronounced lapels, with an equally as flashy banana yellow tie, contrasting against the white undershirt he was wearing underneath. The large tie wasn’t tucked in, the article of clothing swaying back and forth slightly as the strange giant held you closer to his chest, leaning over you, cradling the ball that held you, almost as if he was trying to shield you from the rest of the room and keep you all to himself. The position made you nervous, but not much more nervous then you already had been, and not too nervous to not notice the massive golden “TV” pin located on the left of his lapel, which you couldn’t help but find cute despite the circumstances. Was that like a fancy name tag for him?

Suddenly, the bright light of his screen shut off, causing you to flinch and look up, finally able to look directly at his screen without feeling like your eyes were being actively burned. It was now pitch black, you could see the reflection of yourself in the ball you were trapped in, finally noticing that he somehow had both hands gloved as he held you. It was a spare, you supposed.

“I-I’m sorry, sweetheart, was my screen too bright?” The TV giant apologized, causing you to flinch once more, causing the fairly dressed man to let out a nervous chuckle. “You’re awfully jumpy right now, aren’t you? I-I promise there’s nothing to be scared of, ___, you recognize me..don’t you?”

You felt shiver run down your spine as a wide, cartoonish mouth appeared on the otherwise pitch black screen, a nervous smile as he said your name once more, making you realize..holy shit, this really was your TV.

“..how?” Was all you were able to say, hou almost cringed at how pathetic you sounded, your voice cracking. You were surprised he could even hear you, as he immediately perked up, his antenna leaning forward and down a bit towards you, his screen turning back on, although the brightness was turned down immensely this time around, which gave you a good look at his face(?) as he responded.

“How?” He mirrored back at you. He had no visible eyes anywhere, although you quickly noticed the giant, pointy nose underneath his lack of eyes, as well as the mouth underneath said nose. His screen face was undeniably fascinating, it looked like the glass of the screen extended and molded itself into a half face, the glass moving in ways you’ve never seen before as the TV spoke.

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, ___, I’ll answer any questions you have, just ask away!” He chirped. You barely registered what he had said, transfixed on his weird screen face. A spattering of pink pixels suddenly appeared where his cheeks would be, and you finally realized you were staring, quickly snapped yourself out of it with a small, mumbled apology. Although, your TV seemed more upset than relieved when you tor your gaze from his screen. His antenna visibly drooping a bit more, and his nervous smile faltering.

Before he could say anything about it, you finally said a full sentence..or two. “H-How did I get here? Who are you? Are you my TV? Are you like a..werewolf but a TV? Why are you so big? Wh-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! One at a time, sweetheart! I know I said I’d answer any question you have, and I will!” The TV quickly put the side of his hand to the side of his mouth, looking off to the side, as he ‘whispered’ to, what you could assume, was an imaginary audience next to him. “(But your interviewer is going to short circuit at this rate!)” He just as quickly snapped right back to his previous position, cradling the ball that held you with both gloved hands. “Why don’t you calm down a bit more and then we can-“

Something in your snapped, and you suddenly felt a wave of annoyance wash over you as you yelled out. “How can I be calm in this situation?! I lost my remote, I ended up is some weird cold void dressed up as a soldier for some reason, and then I get kidnapped by some giant robot guy with my TV for a head!!” You caught your breath for a moment, the screen was off again, the TVs antennas were fully drooped in front of his screen. You could’ve sworn he got..shorter as well, but that was impossible.

“And stop calling me sweetheart! I don’t know you!” You added once you caught your breath. The TV let out the most pathetic whimper you’d ever heard from a..well you’d never heard a TV whimper before, but that was besides the point. He flinched as if you had struck him physically, and you watched him actively get shorter, it happened so fast that you were lifted in the air for a moment in the ball before you plopped onto the glove again, your helmet was also lifted off of your head, and fell back down onto it with a painful “thunk!”. You made a note to yourself to stop thinking things were impossible.

The mouth returned to the dark screen, now a frown. “P-Please don’t yell at me..you do know me, I-I don’t have your TV for a head, I am your TV, sweetheart-“ He stopped himself. “Sorry!! I’m just so used to calling you that it my head, and when you can’t hear me-I-I-“ He continued to sputter, and you quickly felt horrible for snapping and yelling at him. If he really was your trusty TV, then it made sense why he was so upset about your sudden anger, considering how..unnecessarily sweet and intimate you are with that thing. The more you thought about it, the more and more sense your TV calling you ‘sweetheart’ made. You blush as you hush the giant.

“H-Hey, it’s fine, I’m sorry! Please don’t get upset! I’m not really mad at you-just..I’m just really, really confused.” You explained to the best of your ability, still feeling bad at snapping at the poor guy who had only shown you hospitality and kindness so far. “I’m sorry.” You repeated, as the TV switched back on, his eyeless glass face visible once more. His pained expression quickly morphed into the same pitying, almost adoring expression he had before you lashed out.

“Here, let me show you something that will explain..well, not everything, but it should at least explain me!” He said, an undeniably cute laugh escaping him afterwards. After he was silent for a moment, his screen went dark once more, you looked around awkwardly for this ‘something’ before he tapped one of his large fingers against the plastic ball. “Eyes on my screen, sweetheart.”

Something started to actually play on his screen, like any normal TV. Except the thing playing on his screen..wasn’t exactly what you would call ‘normal’, but nothing about this situation had been so far, so that wasn’t too surprising.

“It’s now time for our feature presentation..”

“Mr. Ant Tenna’s..T..V..TIME!!”

Whatever you expected him to play on his screen..none of your hunches came close to what you had just watched. You were left a giggling mess by the end of the presentation, even, embarrassingly, snorting a few times, taken aback by the sheer goofiness of it all. Okay, this guy, Mr. Tenna, as you had just learned, was definitely not a threat.

When Tennas screen faded back to his ‘face’, he had a wide, wiggly smile between his two blushing cheeks. He brought one of his gloved hands up to the side of his frame, making you realize he had grown so big he only needed one massive hand to hold the ball you were trapped in, you must’ve missed that while you were watching the presentation.

“Oh, ___, I’m so glad you liked that! I’ll have to show you some actual episodes of TV Time later, I’m sure you’ll love it!! I know how to put on a good show, I promise! You don’t know how happy I am to see your smile again while you watch something on my screen..and your laugh is just so stinkin’ cute, I could just gobble you up!!” Tenna exclaimed, before noticing your smile faltering at that last sentence, making him add. “N-Not literally, of course!”

You had finally come down from your giggling fit, your face red(although that was also because of the constant stream of praise from the show host). “So..this is your office?” You asked tentatively. Tenna nodded. “Yep! And it’s also your new ho-uh…temporary home! Haha..” He looked nervous as he said temporary, pixels which could only represent sweat droplets forming on the top corner of his screen.

You were about to ask him to elaborate on that, and..everything else, before there were fast, violent knocks from the door to Tennas office, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud yelp. “MR. TENNA!!” Someone yelled from behind the door, continuing to bang on it.

For the first time since you’ve met him, Tenna looked mad, not just mad, pissed. You were starting to feel perpetually nervous again as he let out a weak sigh, obviously trying to hold himself together as he gave you a small smile.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to open the toy ball and place you on my desk while I answer the door, can you promise me you won’t run off and hurt yourself while I do?” The TV asked, and you quickly responded with frantic nods, not wanting to piss him off more. A more genuine smile graced his glass lips. “Good! This should only be a moment, dearest.”

You didn’t have time to think about the new pet name before Tenna gently cracked open the toy ball with his clawed fingers(since when did he have those??), and lifted you into his hand. He simply held you for a moment, seeming to..revel in being able to hold you, before softly putting you down onto his desk, which seemed to be made of some fancy, most likely very expensive wood, which made you cringe when you noticed the dried blob of glue stuck to it.

Tenna gave you a small pat on your little head with his pointer finger, giving you one last gentle smile before his expression hardened as he turned around and made his way to the door in a few long strides, opening the door.

You didn’t get a good look at the much smaller giant behind the door for long before Tenna blocked them with his larger figure, but you saw a red body and a white head. You finally got a look at the lower part of Tennas body, or the back of it at least. His cherry red suit had very long coattails that swooped up to frame his ample derrière, which you couldn’t help but take a few good seconds to look at before catching yourself and blushing. Were you really that lonely and depraved that you were staring at your own TVs ass? It seemed you were. It didn’t help that he was wearing a pair of very tight black leather dress pants, the signature shine of the leather giving itself away.

You quickly distracted yourself by looking down at the mans shoes, the same snazzy yellow as his tie and-was that a tail? Yes it was, you were so distracted by Tennas ass you completely missed the long, thin, black tail lashing back and forth behind him. After a moment you realized the tail was the same plug he usually had plugged into the wall when he was just a TV. Did he not need to be plugged in when he was in this form? You were still going with your wereTV theory at the moment.

“What is so important that you had to interrupt the very heartfelt meeting of me and my lightner? Hm? After I explicitly stated I didn’t want me or them being bothered? Go ahead, I’m listening.” Tenna spat out, his tone shift causing a shiver to go down your spine. Jeez, you were glad you were this guys ‘lightner’(whatever that means) and not his employee, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the smaller giant as they sputtered out a response that you couldn’t quite make out from where you were seated on Tennas desk.

“A zapper got stuck in-well, why didn’t anyone tell me?!” Tenna snapped, pointing to his antennas. You wondered if he could communicate through those as the smaller giant responded once more, but this time you could hear them as they exasperatedly yelled. “BECAUSE YOU TOLD US NOT TO INTERRUPT YOU!!” Before shutting up for a moment, and then continuing on in the same tone as before, unheard by you.

Tenna turned around swiftly, clasping his hands together and taking a deep breath, giving you time to notice the shiny golden belt buckle that resembled his head, antenna, pointy nose and all. You could hear the smaller giant behind Tenna let out annoyed grunts as they were ruthlessly beaten by the tail still lashing behind the TV. Tenna turned back around, snapping.

“DON’T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME, WISE GUY! GO FIND MIKE AND AND TELL HIM TO COME HERE!” A murmured question came from said wise guy, before getting cut off. “DON’T QUESTION ME! JUST GO!!”

Whoever that was quickly left, their footsteps quickly fading away. Tenna turned around, closing the door behind him with his foot before walking back towards the desk, his screen pitch black as he cooed to you when he noticed how nervous you looked.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay, shhhh. I’m not mad at you!” He enveloped you in a singular gloved hand, holding your shaking form tight, since when had you been shaking? Tenna shushed you once more, using his thumb to gently stroke the helmet atop your head. “Shhhhh, it’s okay. That nasty pippins is gone now, and your TV is here, everything is going to be okay, sweetie.”

You couldn’t deny how comforting this was despite the situation, being held firmly with a giant hand with a plush glove on as the hands owner cooed to and pet you, you quickly felt your muscles relax. “There you go, just like that, just relax for me sweetheart. You’re being so good for me.” Tenna murmured, a wide smile appearing on his dark screen as he realized how physically you reacted to his praise, your body practically melting into his gloved hand.

“How long has it been since someone’s held you and talked to you like this, honey? Be honest with me.” The (presumably)older man asked. You thought for a moment, even if it was hard to do so. It..really had been a long time, hadn’t it? You couldn’t remember the last time you submitted to someone this fast, melting into their touch as they praise you. “I..I don’t know.” You meekly murmured out, causing Tennas smile to falter.

“Ah, I see..forgive me for assuming, but it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? Since I’ve gotten here I don’t think you’ve ever had anyone over to watch me with you, the only person that ever calls you is your mom, and every time you fall asleep in front of me, you cling onto that silly pillow for dear life.” You tried to hide your face in Tennas hand as he practically emotionally cut into you, calling out your loneliness.

“Aw, there’s no shame in it, baby.” You let out a small whimper as he called you baby, the intimacy of that word alone making you shiver. “I-I’ve been lonely too, sweetheart. No one watched me anymore, for so long, a-and after that mailman left me, no one was there to..hold me anymore either.” You didn’t ask who the mailman was, with the way he said it, you could only assume there was quite a bit of baggage to go along with it.

“From what I’ve seen, we’re a lot alike, ___. More than you could ever know, and I think-..I think I can help you, honey. You’ve helped me so much, just by taking me in and watching me, loving me.” Tenna brought his other hand up to the top of his frame, gently touching what you automatically knew to be the smiley face sticker you gave affectionate pats to whenever you felt like it. Tenna really was your TV, truly.

“I think some good ol’ TLC from your trusty CRT is what you need, sweetheart. Will..will you let me?” Tenna asked ten(na)tatively, his face showing up once more, his entire screen now a light pink color. A wobbly smile that held a bountiful amount of emotion on it alone underneath his pointy nose.

This was so much to take in. You still truly didn’t know what was going on, or how you or your TV had gotten here, or how your TV was even a person in the first place, or why you were wearing this damn soldier uniform. And yet, Tenna made you feel so loved, more loved than you had ever felt in a long time, and you were just..giving yourself to him, nuzzling into his finger like you’d never been held before.

Tenna had shown you that he can be really nasty, really aggressive, and that he can flip on a dime very quickly, dangerously fast. Yet you still felt like he wasn’t a threat to you, not at all. You tried to ignore how fast your heart was beating, now red your face undeniably was, but it was getting harder and harder to do so as the TV broke down all your emotional barriers with a few honeyed words and soft touches.

Before you could respond to his question, there was yet another knock on the door, although this one was much less frantic and..could a knock sound more professional? Tenna perked up, swiftly putting you down and practically jumping backwards a bit, his screen turning white once more as all of his blush ran to his cheeks, pink lines representing said blush standing out as he adjusted his tie with an awkward laugh.

“O-oh yeah, Mike! I forgot, h-how clumsy of me, haha!” Tenna said to no one in particular, before calling out to the new person behind the door before they could knock again. “I’ll be there in a moment, old pal!“

Tenna once again made his way across the whole room in a few long strides, opening up the door and greeting this so called ‘Mike’ jovially. It seems he has favorites. Tenna bent down and talked to Mike for a bit, both of their voices too quiet to make out.

Once they were done talking, Tenna turned around animatedly, leading Mike to his desk where you were sat. It didn’t take long for you to notice that Mike…was a mic. His round, grey head with the distinct pattern of a microphone head in the shape of slicked back hair giving him away. He was yet another short giant, although at this point you were let to believe that Tenna was just bigger than most. He has a large smile plastered on his face, and he was round in shape, wearing a black suit with a bright red bowtie, wearing similar white, plush gloves to Tenna. Did everyone here wear suits, ties, and gloves?

“Mike, this is ___, ___, Mike! You’ve already met him,” no you haven’t “but he should be in a much more talkative mood now! He’ll explain everything while I go take care of something, then I’ll be right back, alright sweetheart?” Tenna explained to you, an attentive smile on his screen.

“A-Alright!” You responded, giving Mike a small smile as a greeting, which you were pretty sure was returned in the form of his smile getting even wider, strenuously so it seemed.

“Sounds TV-tastic!! You two play nice, and I’ll be right back after these messages!” Tenna announced, the TV getting a small giggle out of you before bounding out of his office, leaving you alone with Mike.

You’re depressed. There’s no sugarcoating it. The days were starting to bleed together, and most of those days followed the same exact routine, ‘get up, watch TV while you eat breakfast, work, make/order food, watch TV, go to sleep, repeat’.

The only saving grace of the cycle was your CRT TV. You’d gotten it from a nice older monster woman, Ms. Toriel, when you had moved into Hometown a few months back, when you were talking about how it seemed that you and her kid were the only humans in town, which she confirmed with sympathy. You personally didn’t care if your neighbors were monsters or humans, but she seemed to take it personally for you, immediately apologizing, even after you explained that you didn’t mind at all and there was nothing she could do about it. You assumed she took it personally since her kid, Kris, was the only human in Hometown, which must have been a bit isolating when they were growing up, you assumed. She was quick to offer the big TV to you, explaining in a mournful tone that no one watches it anymore, and that if no one takes it she would probably have to just throw it out. With an unnecessary amount of sympathy for the poor, forgotten tech, you accepted it.

It was an old thing, presumably from around the 70s-80s if you had to guess. It showed its age, dents and scratches were all over its plastic frame, it had obvious burn-in from some channels logo on the corner of its screen(it looked like it was from a kids channel of some sort), the whole screen was tinted a strange color you couldn’t quite pinpoint, and it had a few stickers stuck onto its frame. A red heart on the left side towards the top in the front, right next to the screen, which seemed to be the oldest and was now a faded pink, a yellow star on the right side, and on the side of the TV itself, towards the back, which also seemed quite old and was definitely a brighter yellow at some point, and one you had added yourself, a classic yellow smiley face that someone had given to you when you had first arrived here, which you had placed right smack dab in the center on the top of the CRTs frame, right in front of its antennas where you liked to give it appreciative pats. You knew that meant that it too would fade and lose its bright yellow color eventually from the continuous touching, but you found yourself looking forward to that, hoping that this TV would stick with you for a good while..why did that thought make you feel so warm and fuzzy inside?

There were a few other stickers that had been scattered across its frame when you first got it, but they had completely lost their color, having been reduced to unidentifiable white blobs. You had decided to scrape those off. When you had accidentally left a small scratch on the frame from the spatula you had been using(you couldn’t find anything else in your ‘just moved in’ state) to rid your TV of its unidentifiable white blobs, you, in shock or something, had left a small, chaste kiss where the scratch was. To this day you swear you heard a small, static pop as you pressed your lips against the scratched area, but that was impossible, the TV wasn’t even on! Very quickly regretting it and wondering why the hell you did that, your face was red as you pet the scratched area and mumbled apologies to the object that couldn’t even hear you.

At the last place you lived, you had a small flat screen TV in your room that only had streaming services, which was all fine and dandy at first, but you could only watch Setflix originals and MyTube commentary for so long before you get bored. You had come to miss the days of cable, VHSs, and DVDs, so, as luck would have it, you have a giant, boxy CRT now! Yay! And it was the only thing keeping you sane. Boo.

You aren’t quite sure why you had gotten so attached to the thing, maybe it was just the pure nostalgia of it, or the fact that you’re about 50% sure it’s either haunted by some sort of friendly entity, or sentient somehow, like the computer from that one weird niche 80s romance movie that you had watched on the family CRT as a kid that stuck with you for whatever reason. It would turn off and on at will at times, usually being off by the time you woke up if you went to sleep watching it, and it’s comedic timing was impeccable at times, but you knew that old TVs like this were a bit erratic. You weren’t quite sure what to think of it, but if it was haunted or sentient in some way, it didn’t seem malicious at all, although it did make the time you smooched it very embarrassing, you would get flustered any time you thought about it to much.

In any case, the only thing you really looked forward to these days was watching TV and sometimes scrolling the internet mindlessly. Jeez, when did you become so addicted to technology? Oh well, it’s not like it’s the technology’s fault!

You got up from where you were sitting on your couch, stretching your body, hearing a bone crack made you flinch. You had a long day at work and had immediately sat your butt down onto the couch to watch some TV while you ate your takeout.

You looked around, searching for the remote. Weird, you could’ve sworn you put in on the arm of your couch, it’s probably just stuck in the cushions or something. With a huff, you lifted up one of the cushions. Okay, not there. You checked under the other one, not there either. You checked under the couch, using your phone flashlight for light, nothing. Where the hell could it be? You had work in the morning, you didn’t have time for this.

Quickly growing frustrated, you stomped on the ground like a toddler. You didn’t have time to feel embarrassed about your little tantrum however, as you were suddenly blinded by a bright light, and a violent gust of wind flew up from the ground, and just like that, everything went dark.

You woke up with a start, quickly realizing you were not in the safety of your home anymore. It was so much chillier, and you were on the cold, hard ground. You got up and tried to take in your surroundings, but everything was so dark, it was very hard for your eyes to focus on anything.

Alright, if you couldn’t check around you, you could always check you. You quickly looked down and patted yourself down, quickly realizing that you were in fact not wearing your pajamas like you had been before this whole fiasco. It looked and felt like you were wearing..some sort of military uniform? After a moment, you suddenly realized the heavy helmet on your head, realizing that you were indeed wearing a soldier uniform. What the hell was going on?

You quickly started to panic, your breaths getting quicker and your eyes started to tear up. You tried to use some coping methods, taking deep breaths, closing your eyes, assuring yourself that this was just some fucked up dream that you’d wake up from soon. Yeah, this was just a dream! Nothing to worry about! But this didn’t feel like a dream, it felt real, so real in fact, you suddenly tripped as you started to pace around, falling flat on your face, your metal helmet causing that to hurt like hell, more tears pricking your eyes, causing a few to run down your cheeks as you let out a pathetic whimper. That was definitely going to bruise and leave you with a killer headache, the latter of which you got a painful confirmation of.

You got up with a groan, cradling your head as you got your bearings. You looked behind you to see what you had tripped on and it was..a large pin? It was about the size of a football, the bright red color standing out amongst the darkness. You took a step forward, only for the pin to start rolling in the other direction, causing you to pause as you, dumbfounded, watched the ‘inanimate’ object roll away on its own. Your head started to hurt even more. This had to be a dream.

Before you could look around once more, maybe find some kind of landmark or something, you finally heard something that you could discern. Someone was calling out..your name. It was a pretty masculine sounding voice, although very high pitched with a very obvious accent.

“___? ___!? Where are you?! I know this is all probably really confusing, b-but everything’s going to be okay! ___?!” You felt the ground tremble below you as the voice got closer and closer, and you saw a square shaped white light in the sky, fastly approaching. Now, you did the only thing any sane person in this situation would do. Scream, really loud. The light stopped, but not before two massive yellow shoes slammed down onto the ground in front of you, the light, which seemed to be attached to whatever massive giant wore these shoes, was suddenly shone onto you, causing you to cover your face and cower in fear.

“___? Is that you?? You’re so-w-wait-!!” Before the massive creature could continue its sentence, you finally started running away from it, only for it to start chasing you, the ground shaking violently with each thundering step, quickly catching up to you, and you were very quickly engulfed into what you could only assume was its hands, gloved hands, given how soft and plushy they were. You took zero time to start struggling and screaming your lungs out, the muffled sounds of the giant shushing and cooing to you making its way through your giant hand prison.

“Shh shh shh, it’s okay! You’re safe now! No need to struggle, just-just let me explain, alright? P-Please?” But before you could let it explain, you blacked out, either from fear, or suffocation from the creatures massive hands, you weren’t quite sure.

You woke up with a start. Again. You hoped you didn’t pass out again soon, this was already getting old. You let out a yawn as you rubbed your eyes. Despite passing out twice, you didn’t feel all that well rested, and if you were in a more comfortable situation, you would’ve fallen right back asleep onto the cushions beneath you-wait, cushions?

You took a moment to fully take in your surroundings, and, even though it was much more bright here, you were even more confused of your surroundings than when you were left in the dark. The first thing you noticed, besides the soft thing you were laying on, was that you were trapped in some sort of..ball. The top side was clear, and what you could see of the bottom side was solid red, and you couldn’t see through it. Upon investigating the white ‘cushions’ underneath you further, you realized that it was a giant plush hand...It was actually probably a giant glove, now that you thought about it for more than a few seconds. It took a few more seconds for you to realize it was one of the same gloves that had trapped you earlier.

So, a giant..thing had caught you and put you in a weird plastic ball. When you looked around to see where you actually were, it looked like you were in an office of some sort, although you couldn’t make out much of the details besides the fact that you were on the desk, and the many(what looked like) movie posters that lined the walls that you couldn’t make out even if you tried, even if the top side of this ball was see through, it was very cloudy, and it was hard to see anything beyond blobs when it came to anything that was beyond the desk you were placed on.

You tried to move the ball, but it was glued down onto the desk or something and you couldn’t move an inch, you were thoroughly trapped. You felt like a broken record thinking ‘what the hell is going on’. You shivered, remembering stories from your childhood about giants kidnapping and eating little humans and monsters. But if this giant really wanted to eat you, why did it care enough about your comfort to literally put one of its clothing items in the ball it was keeping you in, seemingly for your own comfort and nothing else? Thinking like this was making your head hurt, worse than before, causing you to groan and put your head in your hands.

Suddenly, you heard a weird..honk? It sounded like an instrument of some sort. You looked in the direction of the sound and saw..well you couldn’t really tell what it was. All you could make out was a black cat-shaped blob with one yellow eye and one pink eye(or they were glasses of some sort, you genuinely couldn’t tell), as well as something red around it’s neck. It made a few more honking sounds, and you were pretty sure it was the sound of a saxophone now that you heard it a few more times. A giant cat monster that made saxophone noises, cool, sure, whatever. You were starting to think your takeout was drugged and you were just having a really bad trip. The cat giant left through the door behind it with another saxophone noise, you could’ve sworn it was saying bye to you, but you couldn’t be sure, and you weren’t sure you even wanted to know what it was saying.

You tried to move the ball you were trapped in once again to no avail. Since there was no one around and you were thoroughly stuck, tears finally started to fall down your cheeks, quickly turning into sobs. You held your head in your hands once more, just letting yourself sob into them, you deserved a good cry after all of this-It wasn’t even after, it was still happening! You curled up into a ball, facing away from the door as your tears fell onto the giant white glove underneath you as you shook with sobs.

Eventually, you heard the door open again, you squeezed your eyes shut as something approached. “___..?” You heard the same giant from before say your name once again. How did it even know your name? No matter, you were probably about to be eaten, or worse. As you sobbed, you felt your ball prison be jostled around a bit, you dared not to look. Suddenly, you felt the ball you were in lurch violently, causing your back to hit the top(?) of the ball, making you scream. The giant gave you stammered apologies.

“Sorry sorry sorry!! I knew we shouldn’t have glued it down..oh, sweetheart I’m so sorry, you must be so scared!” No shit you were scared! “C-can you look at me? Please..? I promise I won’t hurt you-I-I would never hurt you, I swear it. I just want to want to make you happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted!”…What?

Your sobs died down as the giant soothed you, but you just got more and more confused as it(they?) kept talking. Did you know this weird giant? You’re pretty sure you would’ve remembered having a giant as an acquaintance, especially if they cared this much about you. Well, if they weren’t planning to hurt you, then it(quite literally) wouldn’t hurt to look. After hastily wiping your face of your tears, you cautiously opened your eyes, looking up and through the clear part of the ball, finally getting a good look at your massive captor.