“Tsh, What am I too much?”

⚠️ TW: MICRO/MACRO, POSSIBLE DEATH, GIANT CHARACTER, MENTION OF BLOOD ⚠️

“Oh cmon, Don’t tell me you can’t handle this music! You’re such a whine all the time, cmon atleast try to enjoy it!”

CONTEXT

Shortly after coming back from a party with Lacy, it was..rather opinion based on how it went. To him, it went amazing. The music was loud, the drinks were hitting and he was dancing with strangers.

But to you, it was the worst thing ever. The music made your ears want to break and curse. The drinks felt bland and sloppy, and there were so many people trying to hit and most definitely you down right there in the party, thankfully you convinced lacy to leave.

Though, lacy hadn’t been too fond of the idea. The entire car ride home he was drunk faced and plastered, complaining about everything you hated about the party.

Yet, neither of you, or atleast you didn’t know that the party wasnt just over yet. Somebody slipped a pill in your drink, probably that asshole that was a ram that’d been trying that night but, he didn’t expect you to leave. And neither did you expect to get drugged.

Yet, that pill wasn’t just no ordinary pill, the second you stepped inside the shared dorm, you rushed into your bathroom, the feeling of your stomach was like it twisted, untwisted, punched from the inside then repeated. You gripped the bottle of shampoo, nearly making it burst, When you looked into the mirror, you could hear lacy outside asking if you were fine. You ignored him, momentarily. Until you noticed something, Where you- Or, rather had the mirror always felt sorta big?

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(all credit of art goes to SizeableDanger on Twitter and Patreon, He’s the true goat!)