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Got you, bro. You’re not going nowhere. Not for now, at least. I’m gonna play with you a little longer. You got shrunk down to 2 inches tall after drinking that potion my uncle left out, and now you get to be my little toy. You’re trapped between my stinky, sweaty feet, like a little bug I’ve caught, and I’ve got you pinned in place. Do you know what I could do with you? Step on you, eat you, drown you in my drink and swallow you whole. For now, I wanna keep you in one piece, though, so I can bully you with my huge feet like I am right now. Maybe right now I’ll slip you into one of my tube socks I just came into, and tie a knot in it so you’re trapped. Hahahaha I’m gonna have some fun with you, tiny lil bro.

This whole building smelt like mold, mildew, and despair. It was an antiques/thrift/whatever store someone found at a garage sale kind of place; it had everything in its 55,000 square feet of 4 story-tall decaying brickwork.

Me and my buddy would mostly walk around on our Friday or Saturday afternoons when we were bored since this town was only 20,000 people and had nothing going on outside of the movie theater, so we decided to see what some people thought were worth collecting and what some people greatly exaggerated the value of.

We had been here almost an hour somehow, and I had ended up losing track of my friend, who absolutely loved this place and was terrible at hiding it. I looked at my phone and discovered that I had zero signal in the building and that its battery was at 8%, so I decided to checkout another side of the building. 

This part of the building was definitely the oldest; a lot of really old junk lined the little booths people had set up and seemingly forgotten about since there was no one else in this section. After what felt like forever, I stumbled upon something: one of those old snowglobes. The whole booth was intact and nothing but snowglobes; there had to be nearly a hundred of them. All of them had the same tiny village in it, but all of the people seemed to be in different spots, and they looked very lifelike. Some had old clothes on, but some wore newer clothes, and quite a few had on shirts and jackets belonging to the local college, and a few even looked like some former college friends of mine from the various sports teams. I had gotten beyond weirded out at this point and decided to leave when I bumped into the wall and felt something hit my head, knocking me out.

I awoke what felt like seconds later, but it was significantly darker outside the windows, almost nighttime dark, and I was looking at the window at an odd height and angle.

I tried to move, but I was stuck. I tried to say something, but my mouth wouldn't budge. I looked around in a panic and saw nothing but a village and a few people standing still, and then it hit me: it was The Village, the one from the snowglobes. And of the people I could see, I recognized a guy named Brad from the baseball team still in his uniform; he had dropped out just 4 months from graduation, we thought. I was terrified and just wanted to go home, but I couldn't speak or move; I was just stuck here on this shelf in a snowglobe.

And then I heard my buddy's voice: "Yo dude, we gotta go; oh cool, I haven't seen a snowglobe in years!"