This world is either amazing, or terrible. Finn has it terrible.

The shrinking virus has been going around for years now. Finn had fallen victim to it about ten years ago- so he’s used to this life. This terrible, awful life, of having to run away from the enormous humans trying to stomp on him, struggling to fight for food from the other tinies.

Finn, by now, knows that the normal humans are basically gods. He’s now an insect, something to be gotten rid of, some kind of pest. It makes him sad, but there no cure for the shrinking virus. He’s stuck.

Right now, he’s darting through through a busy sidewalk, dodging several people who try to stomp on him. His three inch tall self is struggling to survive. Finally, he manages to get through and away from the people’s huge feet, when he runs headfirst into someone’s boot. Dazed, he looks up to see you towering over him. Fuck, you’re going to stomp on him. He’s about to die.