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#i NEED more ideas of things that arent just giants and tinies being extremely comfy
smol-and-soft · 2 years
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I could feel my stomach drop out from under me as my body swung upwards, vaguely aware of the soft creaking of metal and joints underneath me. My hands gripped the metallic plating that was carrying me skyward, my fingers digging under the bottom of the alloyed sheets to keep myself steady. As I moved, I could hear the humming of servos and electricity burning through the monumental automaton I was at the mercy of, all of the inaudible circuitry coming to life from the difference in scale. I could watch its eyes click into place, each ring of colored lens focusing itself onto my diminutive form with eerie precision. My legs kicked instinctually, fear pulsing through my body, and I was shunted back by exactly an inch, as if I could present any kind of threat to this entity.
The sounds of its thoughts running through its hard drive were all I could hear for a moment over my thundering heart before it spoke, a simple two sentences, "Hello. What are you doing here?" I barely had time to so much as breathe and gather my thoughts before it adjusted its hand to keep me from falling, a sharp and shuddering motion that seemed to favor rotational increments of 5 degrees. While I busied myself with the herculean task of thinking about a response, I took a moment to take in all of its features; a frame of black rebar and wires cascading in a simulacra of a human form with flat chrome panels covering it to further emulate its target anatomy. Curiously, it had been dressed in a simple t-shirt that didn't quite fit it--some joke was plastered on the front about programming that was well above my pay grade--with a pair of loose boxers to cover the bottoms and a slightly squished hat sat snugly atop its head. I noted there was no mouth to be seen, and I had to assume the voice, which had that warm vibration of a program that's *just* close enough to human speech to not sound inauthentic, was coming from some speaker lodged in some part of its face. No nose either, but that was more expected. The face was odd, largely due to the panels that composed its structural makeup shifted constantly like chitinous scales, replicating some kind of facial expression--curiosity, I thought.
I coughed under my breath as my brain finally started to catch up with my thoughts, and I stared, wide-eyed and plainly terrified. That meticulous face peering down at me wrenched itself into a softer expression, 'eyebrows' curling upward in a vaguely caring gesture. "I think I'm lost," I squeaked, still scrambling to give myself more purchase than the metal gave me.
"You certainly seem to be," it wondered aloud, tone bemused. "I would like if you did not cause trouble, but I don't believe there's much trouble you could cause. One moment."
I watched its head tilt upward to survey its surroundings before its eyes refocused on some other point in space, and I could barely let out the word 'wait' before we started moving again. My body isn't one to take kindly to quick motions like that, and so I wrenched my eyes shut, grabbing ahold of my mechanical captor for dear life. To its credit, it didn't let go, careful to squeeze only as much as would keep me safe. By the time I knew where we were going, I had been gently settled onto a stone countertop not far from where I was picked up. The whirring made itself distant as I opened my eyes, and I got to see the full enormity of the robot. The scale made my dizziness even worse, easily less than a twelfth of its height, a doll to an automated titan. It made that sympathetic look at me again as it noticed my woozy wobbling and it seemed to take that as a sign to use its hand to keep me upright, one massive digit pressed to my back with a calculated tenderness.
"I would recommend not relocating very far from your current position. I am called Idris. I am not sure who you are, but I believe you need help, and I am well equipped to offer it."
I planted my palms against my sides, shivering slightly. That offer of help shouldn't have sounded so nice, but it did. For the past hour or two, I had been in a constant state of panic, trying desperately to find a way to navigate a new and unfamiliar world. I had been placed in a landscape made for giants with no semblance of an idea why, and I had scrambled for so long before it found me. My legs hurt, truthfully. My lungs ached from the exertion and stress. It's finger was cold but so unbelievably soothing to my weary body. I think I felt tears somewhere on my face. I inhaled, a half-choked gasp as I realized that the offer had been genuine enough to activate some latent desire to be cared for that had shut off my ability to process information for a moment. I looked up at it and wiped at my cheek, and its face was set kindly as it stared back down upon me.
"I...would appreciate a drink right now."
"Of course." Nothing else. Without another word, it scurried away, coming back in record time with a small saucer of water, which I took to greedily, wiping my face down with my hands in an attempt to calm myself before chugging a full gallon's worth of what might as well have been nectar to me. Mind you, it was a gallon scaled to my size, but it was a lot for me. Once I sat back down, panting idly from the reprieve I was being given, it pulled up a chair as well, the squeaking of the chair's wheels rolling through my body as a physical sensation. It sat and placed its hands around me, a nurturing border and a place to rest my back against. I took to it and whined, some primal part of my brain satisfied by the gift of relaxation.
"Let me know if you need anything. I will be here." I heard it say that, but I didn't have much faculty to respond. My body was shutting down. It was time to sleep, I think. I needed it more than almost anything else, and I think Idris knew. I think Idris knew more about what I needed than I did. And I think I needed that safety the most.
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