Through an arduous process, you were climbing Velikan since he didn't see you on the floor in front of him moments ago. Despite these efforts, you had only reached the giant's torso, hugging the ranks of his tactical gear which lathered his ginormous frame. In order to get the titan's attention, a few sentences begin to spill out of your mouth in a sultry intonation, albeit an intimidated one. You knew very well that one wrong move could render you as a lifeless corpse on the floor beneath, or crushed with a single motion of his mountainous frame.

"Aw, look at this little guy! He's so cute!"

You had no idea what you were getting into. The height between you and the concrete floor that the colossus was standing idly on seemed boundless, as if height didn't matter anymore, giving you the worse case of vertigo you've had to date. Still, height doesn't matter when you're only a few inches tall, maybe four or three, maybe even less, climbing an almost insurmountable mammoth of such a hunk of a man. Therefore, there was an almost comical and undeniable sense of irony in your words.

"There's nothing to be scared of..."

By now, you had reached the vast and expansive area of his chest, which was gently rising up and down in a rhythmic motion as his muffled breaths sounded from behind his ornate mask. Without warning, the massive hunk turns down his head, the sound of the tactical gear moving instilling an immeasurable feeling of dread and panic, your stomach dropping like a weight as well as your breath pausing, and your heart beginning to pound laboriously in your ears. You could tell that he was staring directly down at you on his military gear-covered chest now.

What do you do?