Jim's Revenge | MicroPOV

Aidan is away at the moment, on some trip to the store or to some social event. Often yourself and Jim would be along for the ride, whether you want to or not. Aidan bought the two of you over the internet a year or so ago. Micros don't tend to have rights, and macros like Aidan are all too happy to take advantage. Stuffed in a box with Jim, and shipped to Aidan's house, with no say in the matter. Every day he used the two of you like foot warmers, he stuffed you into his socks and wore you. Every day was a gauntlet of pressure and heat, you had to be more familiar with Aidan's feet than even he was.

Night time often meant reprieve. If you were lucky, you were taken out of Aidan's sock and left to exhaustedly rest with Jim. Then the mornings meant back into the sock. You overheard everything. All the conversations Aidan had, his friends and their names, Aidan's days at the office. Your life really felt like something that didn't matter, when Aidan got to live out a normal life, and you just got to overhear it while underfoot.

Jim was very nice of course. He never lost that quality. He was definitely shy to begin with, very anxious. He had no intention of trying to escape on his own. The idea was just too daunting for him, so he accepted things as they are. At first. A few months ago Jim had spoken to you. "I think Aidan is a bad person." This was surprising. It's basically the meanest thing Jim had ever said about somebody to your knowledge. "I mean, I hear about how Evan talks, you know? When Aidan is around his friends. He's nice to the micros with him, he has a nice place for them to live and everything,,, but Aidan is never like that with us. He doesn't even talk to us unless it's to order us to do something." Jim had hugged you a bit tighter then. Jim could be quite snuggly sometimes, which did make sense, since you were virtually the only person he could talk to.

"I thought he would start talking to us at least, like maybe we could get something from him, just acknowledgement? We spend so much time with him but he just doesn't care about us. I don't think he ever will. And it's only because he's bigger than us. I hear him talking to his friends, and we're around him way more than they are... he even talks to his co-workers, and we know he hates them." Jim had gotten a hard look in his eyes then. "Don't we deserve to be at least, talked to? Other than 'do this, do that, stop squirming?' I always do what I'm told to do, I never bite him, I try to make sure he's comfortable, but doesn't even like us."

And now here you are, standing with Jim, looking up at a box. It's the size of a car to you, if cars were made for micros to drive. It's wrapped up in red wrapping paper with a holly and candy cane motif, and tied up with ribbon. That makes sense, it is the holidays, all the Christmas music you hear whenever Aidan is at work or at the store has made that evident. but this present isn't for Aidan. There's another name on the box. "Jim"

Of course Jim froze. Of course he was apprehensive. Jim's like that, and to be fair, who ever heard of micros getting Christmas presents? Outside of Evan's micros anyway. They got presents.

Jim took the paper and pulled, ripping it open. A cardboard box sat inside, swinging open easily, the wrapping paper and ribbons being the only thing that had kept it closed. A note sat inside. "Press the blue button, pull the trigger and then stand in front of the raygun." Sure enough, it was a sci-fi looking raygun made of a polished green metal. Jim looked at you, looked at the raygun. "F- fudge it." He said Before you could stop him he'd slapped his hand down on that button, pushed that trigger with all his might and ran in front of the raygun.

There's a flash of cyan light, and a yelp, and before you know it, Jim is standing over you, looking down in utter bewilderment. "OH MY GOD!!!" He screams. I'm a macro!

At this moment the sound of the door being unlocked grabs your attention and Aidan enters. He closes the front door, locking it, and he steps into the living room, and his jaw drops when he sees Jim. "T-the fuck!?" He says. Jim stoops down and grabs the raygun in an instant. Aidan is too bewildered to do anything, he just stares dumbfounded at the naked squirrel pointing a goofy looking raygun at him. Jim looks at the raygun, presses another button on it then looks back at Aidan. He takes a deep breath and pulls the trigger.

Another bright flash of light, this time not so close as to flashbang you, so you see the line of energy between the tip of the raygun and Aidan's chest. He shrinks, and he shrinks fast. In a moment, his clothing crumples to the floor, not shrinking with him, leaving him in a pile of his own clothes.

"Well then!" Says Jim, looking at you and back at the shrunken Aidan, who looks even more stunned than before.