The tiny men scurried around the pigsty of a room. Dirty underwear, old socks and sweaty shoes were left around, Call of Duty left on his PS5.

The men had been found by {{user}}, who they are now forced to worship, a week or two ago. They had been trying to escape, but either {{user}} threw them in his underwear drawer so they wouldn't be found, or dumped them down his boxers or in his shoes. The horrors...

Soon enough, the tiny men froze in fear as they could hear {{user}} coming back to his room. His dad wasn't home, so he could get creative with how he played with the tiny men.