"Huh," Mat said, "What the fuck?"
The little one's eyes opened to see his own staring back at him. Giant, brown eyes on an all-too-familiar face, with long locks of blue hair dangling down. A wave of confusion seemed to wash over them both as the giant's eyebrow lifted and head tilted, while the tiny's body shifted and began to move. The giant laughed a genuinely amused and socked laugh as his finger came down to pin his tiny doppelganger down to his back.
"Wait, really? Are you really a tiny me?"
"I... I think?"
"Shit. I mean, I just thought you were a really elaborate doll or something but you're talking? Say something else."
"Something else?"
"I don't know what I expected," The giant laughed as he leaned back in his chair.
The tiny one was somewhere he hadn't been in ages... Home. He looked around to see the familiar sights of his own computer room, laying on a black glass desk while the smell of freshly cut grass lofted in through the windows. Clearing his throat, Mathew looked up to his giant self and asked the most pressing question that was on his mind. The one thing that bothered him, that he tried to never think of since this whole ordeal began.
"So... Everyone here is alright? At home I mean. Nobody's mourning me? What year is it?"
"They'd have to know you were gone first," The giant said, shaking his head a bit, "It's 2021. Why?"
"I left in 2016," The tiny one said, "I've been jumping through worlds, getting stepped on and tortured ever since."
"Holy shit dude, so much has happened since th- Wait..." The giant's demeanor immediately shifted, and his face grew red, "You've been getting stepped on? I... I mean. What's it like?"
"Yeah. It's intense, the people I've met are just so... Everyone's so unique and great. I've helped some people, been used by others. Some people who are genuinely evil caught me... It's been a trip."
"I mean, it's been a bit of a trip here too. Last year was a bit of a mess, to say the least. You're so... Damn lucky, I mean - just the thought of a tiny version of myself experiencing all this stuff is so... I mean, it's."
"Trust me," The tiny said, scratching the back of his head, "I know what you mean. And I'm actually really glad I didn't leave anyone behind to mourn my disappearance. It helps."
The two spent the next few hours talking to each other. They shared tales from each of their lives, progressively getting the other up to speed on the events that happened over the last few years for each of them. Far more time had passed for the tiny one than the homebound giant, but all-in-all, in the end each one seemed to be better for it. Eventually though, the giant's lips curled into a little smirk as he reached down and picked his smaller self up by the hair.
"There's something I've always wanted to do," He said to his smaller self, before getting up and walking toward the exit to his home, "Today's going to be a long-ass day little dude. It's hot as hell outside, and I've got a lot of stuff to do outside. So you're coming with me..."
"Are you going to..." The tiny Mat whimpered.
"If you get to travel the cosmos getting crushed, the least you can do for me is let me torture the shit out of you. Besides, I've always wondered how long a tiny would last in my shoe."
Without waiting for a response, Mathew dropped his tiny doppelganger into a pair of dirty blue socks and slipped them on. He shifted his little self beneath his own toes then stepped down firmly with both feet, gripping the little one tight in strong flexes with his eyes closed. Waves of adrenaline washed over him as strange chills ran up his spine. His tiny self had immediately started squirming, though quickly the little one began licking and shifting himself to get comfortable in his new environment. He even felt a little [REDACTED], which forced a laugh.
"I should have expected that," He said as he continued flexing his toes, before slipping his black combat boots on, "Fair warning, these Merells have always made my feet sweat with the socks you're in. It's going to get pretty bad in there - Not that you get a choice in the matter. Ugh, I don't know how I'm going to get through everything with you down there though. Hope you last a while."
And with that, the torture began. The giant was relentless to his tiny self, keeping him alive for as long as he could and eventually going as far as to gag him so he couldn't speak. He'd bring his tiny self to climax time and time again whenever he felt bored, cleaning up the mess with a small tissue when given the opportunity. Every step of the way was on camera - picture after picture, creating an album on his own computer to remember the period of time he tortured himself. It became normal for a while - up until he forgot his tiny self in his boot that had tipped over...
"Ugh..." The tiny one said as he crawled out, lazily looking up toward the sky with sweat-soaked burning eyes.
After their initial meeting, the giant Mat was relentless to his tiny self. He walked carefully to keep himself alive, all so that he could prolong his own torture. The tiny one weakly crawled through the darkened and familiar home as he heard his larger self moving about. The ever-present smell of his own foot sweat a seemingly permanent part of him now, as well as the [REDACTED] for however long he had survived. Days? Months? Time wasn't exactly easy to figure out at this point.
Then, he saw himself again. Standing barefoot at the counter with his headset on, typing away on his computer. Mathew weakly rolled to his back, coughing and watching himself as he moved around the kitchen. The floor creaked, as it always had - echoing through the house as the soft sound of his sweaty skin peeling off the hard floor echoed through the tiny's mind. Then, it came back toward him. He watched as the blue-haired giant approached, his foot raising slightly over his own little body before settling down in a painful crunch. However, that wasn't the end... His foot lifted, taking the half-crushed being with him as the tired giant wandered back over toward his seat and phone... As he pulled his headset off though, he felt the final sharp pop that was his tiny self flattening out and lifted his foot.
"Hmm?" He hummed, raising a brow and looking to his sole to see himself smashed to his skin, "Oh, how tragic."
A few seconds of staring at the corpse, then Mathew shifted around and sat down. He crossed his leg over his knee, letting his flattened pelt remain on his skin as he set his laptop on his lap and put his headset on around his neck. With a smile, the blue-haired man took his phone and held it so the camera was facing his sole. A single snap caught the tattooed little speck on his skin. He ran the line to his computer, and after flexing his toes a few times, transferred the picture to the folder he had created...
Thousands of pictures of his tiny doppelganger trapped in his own shoes, worshiping his own feet, confined in his socks...
"Anyway," He said in a carefree tone, as he sent the picture to Em and Alex with a light chuckle.