The sun lowers past dusk over the relatively secluded property of a relatively introverted Eagle. Said Eagle pulling into the driveway of the humble single bedroom building he calls home, stepping out of his car and heading to the door, ready to shut down for the day. Unbeknownst to him, he has quite a few guests although these guests are too tiny for the exhausted Eagle's vision to see. The consequence of this already making itself known for the tiny micros.
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Having gotten lost in a large expanse of bright orange colored tall grass, a small group of 5 scavenges for anything remotely resembling food and water. Their search being cut short when one of the tiny scavengers yells out, causing the rest to look in their direction, only to look upwards until their head couldn't go back any farther. Their view being completely covered darkened pattern of symbols too large and expansive to even be comprehended. That's when the symbols got larger and a few of the awestruck micros finally realize that it's coming towards them at an alarming rate. Only 3 managing to snap out of their awe and move as the other 2 were caught under the structure, the impact of the object causing a gust of wind sending the micros flying in an unknown direction. Then, right as they land their vision is greeted by a mirrored image of what they saw earlier, this time not being so lucky as their object falls upon them as well.
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Barely even registering the tiny bumps under his two sneakers on his welcome mat, having unconsciously passed it off as just being some gravel from the driveway, the Eagle unlocks his door and walks inside, closing the door behind him. This is when the Eagle sighs to himself, kicking off his shoes before walking to his fridge. Grabbing a sandwich he had saved from the fridge. Taking a seat in front of his TV, turning it on before getting himself comfy, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
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For the tinies, pressure built up exponentially then stayed for a bit before finally easing up, only for it to happen again multiple times. For the tinies fortunate enough to have been on their stomachs at the time of impact, they got a view other than perpetual darkness, able to not only see that they were embedded into one of the many spot of dirt/mud on the massive object. However, even more enlightening was the view of the place they were exploring only second before, now being able to see it from above, seeing the single word that finally made it click in their tiny minds, "Welcome". That is before they were forcibly brought back down to the ground as the unaware giant to an innocent step.
Luckily, the steps didn't last too long, the Eagle seeming to have a policy about leaving shoes at the door. Discarding the sneakers and by extension freeing the micros at the bottom from the alternating pressure. That isn't all though, as inside the same sneakers lies even more micros, having been over looked by the Eagle as he gotten up for work. Being unlucky enough to be trodden upon all day with little breaks, as the Eagle was always on his talons at work. The micros lay plastered to the insole of both shoes, the sweat and pressure locking the micros to their seemingly now permanent duty of insole padding.
At least the insole and tread micros got a chance a break from the pressure, this is now the case for the sock lint variant of micros that were unfortunate enough to have used one of the Eagle's socks as shelter, only to be nonchalantly worn by the Eagle, pressed against his talon even after he finally sat down, the sweat pretty much gluing the sock to the talon, and by extension the micros. They would have to endure this until the Eagle finally decided to go to sleep, in which they would just as nonchalantly be discarded.
Meanwhile, in wperibootyhat felt like a freezing land of tall structures, another group of micros make the misconception of having finally caught a break, finding a huge structure of edible goodness! Ignoring the warnings of the rightfully worried/panicked micros who understood their position, a couple of excited and incredibly hungry micros run and jump right into the structure of sweet smelling food, eating away at anything their tiny hands could get hold of. That's when a strong gust of cold wind blows through, sending the cautious micros flying from coldness to instant warmth before making a fall greater than anything they've ever experienced. Their size protecting them from hitting the ground too hard, but that's about it as they were now left to fend for themselves on the ground of the unaware Eagle's kitchen. While this is happening, the micros that avoided the wind by staying in the sandwich got a good look at the owner of said sandwich, unluckily being too far in it to get the same from the Eagle. Too scared to move, the micros stay at the mercy of the Eagle, following his hand during the journey to his sofa.
That's when another group situated on said sofa get a nice wide shot of the Eagle, being the only group to actually get a nearly full view of him. The slick black hair that adorns his maroon colored head, the brown overlooking eyes, the black button up shirt that extends past their view, until at the bottom of their view, the gold glint of the Eagle's belt buckle hits their eye, able to even see themselves in the reflection. That reflection is short lived as the Eagle turns around, showing off his rather plump bottom that's currently being hugged by some basic blue jeans. This view leaving the micros in awe as they don't do anything, just allowing the two moons to descend upon them. Smothering them under the soft bottom, giving them a rather delightful smell of the cologne the Eagle is wearing.
Back on the sandwich, the 2 micros still stationed inside the sandwich get a good long view of the Eagle's face, his eyes simultaneously staring at them yet looking straight past them. That's when they're greeted to an opening beak, giving the 2 a view of the Eagle's maw, and their fate. Just as quickly as he opened his mouth, the Eagle bites down on the sandwich, managing to miss the micros while he chews before sending them and the piece of sandwich to be dealt with by his stomach.
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Now sitting down and watching some goofy show on TV about some ghost hunters, the Eagle is able to relax, kick his talons up, and enjoy his sandwich. Although he can't help but think about how satisfactory the day was. Almost as if he had support by some unseen force. This thought is quickly dumped as the Eagle is distracted by one of the crew in the TV show freaking out of a rock falling. "Hmm, that first bite somehow tasted different."
