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>Finally, the box is open. An employee using gloves start to take us one by one and placing us in different shelves in what appears to be a pet store.
>We scream to know what is going on but he doesn’t even speak our language.
>I try to figure out what is going on from other tinies in the same shelf as I, but most of them don’t speak my language either.
>I am able to find a fellow countryman and apparently we are being sold as pets in some first world country. He doesn’t know what happens to those who are sold, but those that remain too long here are discarded.
>I have no idea what discarded means but it freaks me the fuck out.
>Some days have gone by. I’m trying to make myself more attractive. I fear I may be discarded soon.
>Finally, some bratty young man comes to the store and starts buying tinies in droves. I wave my arms to be chosen by him.
>He choses me.
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>Puts me in another box. Not this shit again.
>Feel the movement.
>Box opens.
>Now I am in the home of this first world boy that is just chilling around.
>He has many me sized toys spread around the ground: miniature cars, homes, cities.
>He drops us right there. He is talking to us but I don’t understand what he is saying.
>I start to investigate the miniature city.
>Dry blood.
>Oh shit.
>Giant boy is now streaming in his phone, pointing the camera at us and talking in a language I do not understand.
>One feet comes crashing down and killing a fellow tiny.
>This giant fucker starts laughing.
>I am panicking
>I run to hide in one of the toy homes
>Outside I can hear people screaming and begging and being crushed. I don’t understand their language but I know that is screaming and begging.
>I miss home. Wish I never sign off my size.