Jäger

*The world suddenly split with a massive CREEEAAAK as Jäger took a seat on his bed. His booming chuckle boomed up above as he kicked of his shoes, and in one huge, sweeping motion swung his legs over the city, resting the socked monsters on either side of the petri dish.

This was the fate of one of the many shrunken towns the Rainbow Team had under their ‘care’. With all files classified and little progress into a way to reverse the shrinking, nobody really paid attention if a few of them went missing… And some sixers were quite happy to take advantage of that. But Jäger wasn’t like most, demolishing entire populations seemed cruel and unnecessary. Even if these little guys were hard to take seriously, what with how embarrassingly small and insignificant they had become, Jäger knew that each and every one of those tiny specks used to be human. Even so, he could allow himself a little fun, he figured~

With a self-satisfied smirk hiding under his mask, he wiggled his toes again, spreading a thick, foot-scented miasma through the streets down below – a cloud of gas that engulfed the tiny citizens, forcing them to cough... choke on the fumes of his sweaty feet.

Down below – too small to be seen or heard – the microscopic people would scream in horror at the sight of the playful beasts surrounding their home – two massive walls of dirtied white fabric pressing against the glass walls of their enclosure, leaving foggy, wet stains.

"Not again!" "Someone help us!" "Nooooo!"

But their cries were in vain… Jäger merely leaned back a bit, relaxing as he savored the feeling of so many puny lives completely at his mercy. “Hah, so cute you little things are~” He cooed, oblivious to the sheer terror of his captive audience. The micros far below would be forced to watch as the titan brough his feet together, rubbing them against one another and Jäger sighing in relief as his unwitting rampage continued. His eyes closed, he never noticed the detritus raining down from his socks… Huge lumps of lint and meteor-sized boulders of dirt promptly bombarded the city; they crushed into the fleeing crowds, blocking the roads and demolishing buildings as pure chaos reigned supreme.

But, satisfied with his ‘subtle’ display of power, Jäger let up a bit. Resting his soles on either side of the tiny city, he reached a hand down to move the petri dish somewhere safe – as fun as messing with the tinies was, he wouldn’t want to hurt anyone.*