Small World [for Gretter]

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by ChewyEnnui

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It was quiet in the newsroom. The kind of Tuesday where nothing felt urgent. The TV murmured a segment on low-carb diets. Earlier headlines marked minor car crashes, a sinkhole on 2600 South. Nothing memorable. Stacy, a gray-furred wolfess and the station’s main reporter, was halfway through a sandwich, scrolling her phone. Across from her, Lucas, a darker-toned wolf and their cameraman, picked at chips, legs stretched under the breakroom table.

“Can’t believe it’s only Tuesday,” Stacy muttered. “This week’s dragging like hell.”

Lucas smirked. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and something actually happens.”

“Yeah, sure. Another fender bender and some crazy homeless guy."

Then the lights flickered.

Not just a blink but a deep rumble rolled under their feet. The bulbs buzzed. Stacy sat up. Lucas froze. “…The fuck was that?” she said. "E-Earthquake?” Stacy stood, ears flicking. “But we don’t get earthquakes.” Before Lucas could answer, a scream cut the air. Then a horn. Then glass shattering. They grabbed their phones and ran for the doors.

Outside was chaos. People ran. Some just stood in the street staring. Cars crashed into trees, smoke rose, sirens blared. But no one looked at the wrecks.

They were staring at the sky.
Stacy followed their gaze and stopped. High above was the bottom of a face. A face so enormous it made her stomach twist. The whole sky had been replaced. Eyes. A nose. Lips. Barely moving, but alive “…what the fuck,” Stacy whispered. Lucas rubbed his eyes. “Is that… real?” “I think so.” “What is that? A screen?” “There is no fucking way.” A low breath passed above. Muffled, but massive. Stacy stepped back. “That thing’s… huge.” “And are those… Why are there two giant fucking hills on either side?”

“Stacy… those ‘hills’ might be…”

“Oh I fucking hope not.”

Later, the WFUR news van parked at a cliffside observation point. Stacy stood near the edge, mic in hand. Lucas adjusted the tripod behind her. Below, the ocean looked normal. Above, it didn’t. Through what looked like curved glass, the enormous face remained. Still. Watching. Or maybe not. Police set up barriers. And a crowd had gathered, there were reporters, scientists, civilians. No one yelled. No one ran. Just confusion. Just awe. The camera’s red light blinked on. Lucas nodded. Stacy took a breath and spoke.

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story and idea by Gretter74
art by ChewyEnnui

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Details

Type: Comic

Published: 8 months, 4 weeks ago

Rating: General

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