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"I fuckin' hate micros.." Matt muttered, as he carefully laid out tiny traps along the white tiles of the kitchen. Lately, he had discovered that an infestation of pesky micros had nearly done away with the food supply in his pantry; There were tiny holes in -everything-! He would have to throw a sizable amount of food out, now that it had been torn into and exposed to the air.  The shark exhaled softly, priming the trap and sliding it under the oven. This trap was designed to spray lethal chemicals at surrounding micros. Out of spite, Matt made sure to buy the most expensive ones, those which would guarantee a particularly nasty death.  The shark stooped back up, dusted his knees off, and slowly made his way back to the living room. He flopped on the beige couch, stretched, and kicked his tired and sore feet up onto a small wooden table that lay a couple of feet in front of the couch. Matt closed his eyes halfway, casually watching television. "Micro extermination is such hard work.." He yawned out.   ...    Outside, snow fell steadily. Freezing cold wind blew across the road, blowing snow in all sorts of directions. This weather would've been bad for a normal sized fur, yet for a micro, this would certainly prove to be fatal.  A tiny white and purple furred bat struggled against the wind, one of his large wings wrapped around his body, in a weak attempt to shield him from the bone chilling wind, while the other covered his face, to keep gusts of snow out of his eyes. The various blasts of wind knocked the bat over, and each time he fell, it took him a little longer to get back up to his feet. He was angry at himself for venturing out in this weather, and terrified because he knew it was only a matter of time before he would freeze over completely.  ...  "...Possibly the worst snowstorm this year! Stay inside, folks, this storm isn't going to pass anytime soon. We hope you stocked up on water and canned food, because a power outage isn't out of the question. Don't give up hope, though! We should be in the clear by next week!""  "Oh boy.." The shark sighed out, stirred from his nap by the cheerful anchorcat, who seemed far too happy to be reporting about a terrible snowstorm. "If those little bastards hadn't torn into my pantry, I would've been fine. Selfish little thieves." He spat out, huffing angrily. It would be impossible to get back into a good mood, now that he knew his supplies were fairly limited. Perhaps if the snow stopped for an hour or so, he could drive to the supermarket (Assuming it was open, of course) and pick up a couple of items. Scratching his chin, the shark hopped up to his feet, walking off into his room, presumably to play a couple of games on his computer, and lighten his sour mood.  ...  "O-oh god.. I'm going to die out here.." The

bat whimpered to himself, sniffling and wiping half frozen tears off of his muzzle. Another gust of wind knocked him backwards again, and this time he simply lay there, snow slowly piling up atop his bare chest. His purple and golden eyes closed, and he choked back another quiet sob. Just as he was preparing to give up and accept death, he heard a muffled and cheery voice; "...Don't give up hope!"  Nox slowly sat up, rubbing some of the snow off his chest. Confused and bewildered by the mysteriously cheerful voice, he looked around. Though his vision was bleary and obscured by tears, he could make out the warm glow of a porch-light. It seemed to be less than twenty feet from him. "O-oh.. If that's a house, then.." He muttered, sniffling again and dusting another layer of snow off of his chest. He made a move to stand up, yet found that he couldn't feel his feet at all. He tumbled straight down to the ground, again! Still, the bat didn't give up. Encouraged by the mysterious voice, he clumsily stood back up again, and steadily made his way towards the lights in the distance.  ...  "HAH! Take THAT!" Matt cheered. On his computer screen, the Heavy in front of him flashed a metallic blue, the signature sign of an Übercharge. Matt, who was the Medic, crouched behind the him, the blue stream of particles flowing from his medigun and straight into the Heavy. In the top right corner, the killfeed display was quickly getting full with various names, all players who were torn to bits by the minigun."Oh, to your left!" Matt practically yelped out, into his microphone. The heavy turned instantly, quickly gunning down a rather fancy looking spy.  ...  Noxxy sputtered and spat out snow, which had blown into his little muzzle. He cleared his throat and groaned, spitting again. Despite the fierce wind, he had made significant progress! The wind was blowing at his left now, causing him to stumble sideways, instead of backwards. "Almost..There.." He huffed out, through a clenched jaw. Indeed, he was fairly close to the light now. Gradually, he discovered the light belonged to a large house, just as he suspected!  The little bat pushed onwards, the house growing bigger and bigger before his eyes, as more of it was revealed; the fierce blizzard obscured most of it, before. Finally, he reached the front porch, where he clambered up the steep stairs. This was made possible, because the porch shielded him from a good amount of wind. Noxxy brushed excess snow off of his shoulders and wings, and clambered up the very last step. "Jeez.. Finally.." The little bat panted out, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes, taking a moment to catch his breath.  ...  "Oh man, heh! Give me a couple of minutes, I'm going to go get a drink." Matt chuckled out, slipping his headset off as he stood up. He stretched and

yawned, his pointy shark teeth shining in the bright light of his room. He shuffled out of his room, and through the hallway, to the kitchen. He gently tugged the refrigerator door open, and stooped down to peer into the fridge. "Mm.. Yeah, orange juice should be fine." He hummed quietly, sliding the carton of orange juice out and placing it on the table. He turned and reached up into a cabinet, grabbed a glass, and set it back down near the juice.  ...  "Well.. I can't stay here forever.."  The bat chirped out, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He stood up, and inched over to the large whitewashed door. Upon closer investigation, it seemed that there was a tiny space, at the very bottom of the door. There was definitely something blocking it from the other side, most likely to keep the snow and water out of the home. "Well.. No harm in trying!" Noxxy stretched and laid down on his belly, right in front of the door. He began to wriggle his way under the space, and when his body was halfway through, he felt something damp brushing against the tip of his nose. A strong and pungent smell filled his nose, and he turned and gagged! The little bat squirmed his way back out, sputtering and coughing, as he sat up, and rubbed his nose. The particularly offensive smell still lingered, however. "Ugh!" He chirped out, whining as he rubbed his nose again.  Still, he had a mission to complete! Taking a deep breath and holding it in, the bat got down on his belly again, and proceeded to squirm his way back under the door. This time when he felt the damp and warm fabric pressing against his face, he didn't stop. He continued to wiggle against it, the rest of his body sliding through the space under the door. "M-mmph.." He groaned out, blindly groping about with his hands, trying to find some sort of space in the coarse fabric, pushing and tugging it around, and chirping out of frustration.  ...  Matt stood in the kitchen as he drank the juice, yet when he heard muffled and quiet squeaking, he immediately stopped lowered the mug down from his maw. He frowned and stayed perfectly still, attempting to discern the direction from where the squeaking was coming from. "What on earth..?"  The shark scanned the living room, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. As his eyes glided across the living room, he noticed that the bundle of used socks he stuffed into the door, was moving and quivering. "Oh -great-. Another one of these things.." He grumbled out, making his way to the door. He stood in front of it, arms crossed, glaring down at the small pile of socks that was halfway stuffed through the door.  ...  "G-gah.. What on earth could possibly taste -that- bad?!" The micro spat out, as he finally wriggled out from in between the various layers of used socks. He shakily stood, facing the socks, and aimed a

triumphant little kick at them. "Take -that-!" He chirped, happily. He dusted himself off, turned, and then-  As soon as the little bat turned around to face him, Matt pinned him to the floor with a foot. "And just what do you think you're doing in here? Stealing more food, like your pesky species always does? Well, you're not going to steal any more, you little fucker." The shark hissed out. He ground his foot upon the little bat, hard enough to make the micro bruise slightly, but gentle enough that none of the bat's bones broke."I'm going to exterminate you, like the pest you are. I'll make sure your death is slow and agonizing."  ...  The little bat sputtered and coughed. The vast white expanse of the shark's sole was the only thing that he could see. The sole was soft, almost rubbery, even. It helped to cushion some of the weight, and lessen the dull pain that Noxxy felt, from being ground against the tiled floor. Dull pain, stuffy heat, and a faint hint of shark musk, were all things that the small bat had to deal with. "I-I'm n- nmmph.. N-not a thi- Nnf..! I-I'm not a thief!" He shrieked out, in between rough smotherings.  "Oh-ho! Not a thief, eh? You -do- know that breaking and entering is illegal, don't you? Then again, your kind never respects the law, in the first damned place." Matt hissed out, adding more and more pressure to the little bat. The balls of his feet were easily crushing the little mammal; he could feel each of the bat's frail ribs. He reckoned that if he added a bit more pressure, he'd break them, and send bone splinters into the micro's organs. Sure, that was one way of dealing with the bat, but then cleaning up would be an issue. Time wasn't on his side; he had a pending game match!  While Matt pondered just what he should do to the bat, the bat himself was struggling to squeak out a plea. Every time he would try to get a word out, the shark's toes would press down on his face, and smother him, so that his words would be lost in the supple and smooth flesh. Noxxy tried everything he could, ranging from little bites, to loud chirps of panic. Still, he couldn't get the shark to listen to him.  "I could crush you into a paste.. But I don't have time to clean up; I have another game match soon, and you'll just bring flies and more pests." Matt grumbled, giving the bat another faceful of shark sole."Throwing you out would be pretty stupid, 'cause then you'll just sneak right back in or something.." Matt sighed out of exasperation. Why were micros always so bothersome to deal with?  "W-wait, wait..! I have an idea!" Noxxy whimpered out, during one of the lulls in the shark's firm and rough grinding. To his surprise, the shark actually kept his immense foot rested on the bat, and ceased to smother him. "O-okay.. M-maybe, uhm.. Maybe you could get rid of me after the, uhm..

Match thingie..?" Though it sounded strange, the bat knew what he was doing. If he could buy time, then perhaps he could explain his plight to the shark, who was looking rather surprised at the moment.  Matt couldn't deny that the idea was somewhat appealing to him. Once the match was over with, then he'd be able to dispose of the pest at his own leisure. Still, it -was- a bit strange that the idea had come from the little bat himself.  "Mm.. Fine, fine. Savor this next hour, because it's going to be your last." The shark's foot slowly lifted off the micro, who was laying flat on his back. His fur was ruffled and matted, giving him a scruffy appearance. "..Wait, wait. First, I'm gonna make sure you can't escape." Matt narrowed his eyes and pressed a smooth white toe against Noxxy's little leg. With frightening precision, he applied just enough pressure to snap the bone in two. He repeated the process to the other leg as well, a soft and wet snap resonating throughout the room, followed by a high pitched shriek of pain. "There, now you're not slipping away! C'mere.." Matt stooped down and roughly picked up the howling micro, holding him between his index finger and thumb. He rubbed his fingers together, before depositing Noxxy on his other hand. "We can't have you making noise and distracting me, either. If you so much as chirp during my match, I'll break your muzzle next."  Noxxy didn't reply; he couldn't reply. He squeezed his eyes shut, his throat burning from the shriek he released, earlier. He curled up in Matt's palm, shaky sobs coming from his muzzle. The pain didn't subside, either; though it wasn't as bad as when they had just been snapped, the agony was still overwhelming. He squirmed and writhed in semi-silence.  Matt rolled his eyes, then closed his hand, with little regard for the tiny mammal, whose muzzle ended up smothered in soft flesh, muffling the rest of his quiet sobbing. The shark walked back to the kitchen and picked up his cup of orange juice, and then made his way back to his room. He sighed softly and dropped the limp bat upon the wooden surface of the desk, then set the glass of orange juice on one of the micro's wings, another soft crackle coming from the now broken wing. "Right, let's get this started.." He muttered, slipping his headset back on.  ...  'Why did this have to happen to me? I'm not a bad person. I'm not a thief; I've never stolen anything in my entire life! Why the hell did this have to happen to me? This isn't fair.. What was I supposed to do?! If I would've stayed outside, I would've frozen to death! Then again.. It couldn't have been as bad as this. Oh god.. What's he going to do to me? Those fucking feet.. Or those teeth! Oh god, those teeth. What the hell am I going to do now?'' Noxxy sniffled, laying limp on Matt's desk. About thirty minutes had passed so far, and aside from the mug being

lifted from his wing (Matt nearly spilled it, and decided to move it to the other side of the desk), nothing had happened. Noxxy sniffled again and rubbed at his eyes, wiping away some tears. 'Maybe death isn't so bad. It can't be worse than being a micr-'  "One sec!" Matt spoke, into his microphone. He reached down and plucked the bat up, and brought him above the empty mug that had once contained juice. He unceremoniously dropped Noxxy in, then turned back to his game. "Can't concentrate with that little shit laying in the middle of the desk." He muttered, before placing his hand on the mouse, and fingers on the keys. "Damn heavy-medic combo.."  Noxxy slid into the mug, landing on his legs. To his surprise, they didn't collapse under him, nor did he feel any pain! He could stand just fine! "Oh.. That was quick.." He mused, reaching down and gingerly stroking over his legs. "Good as new.." He smiled faintly, before he sank down and sat on the sticky bottom of the ceramic mug.  ...  Matt grinned, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms out over his head. "Yeah, that -was- a pretty good match. Hey, maybe we'll get to compete on that one highlander cup, or whatever that shit's called." He chuckled out into his microphone. "Well, that was good and all. I'll be back later, alright? I've got a bit of pest control to take care of. Yeah, a bunch of micros infested the place, so I've got to deal with 'em. Anyway, see ya!"  Matt slipped his headset off, muted Skype, and then exited his game. "Well, now.. Ready or not, it's time to get rid of you." The shark reached for the mug, picking it up and turning it over, so that the bat slid right out. To his surprise, he landed on his legs and stayed on them! "Wait, what the fuck..? I thought I broke your legs..?" The shark's eyes were wide, an expression of confusion plastered onto his snout. Confusion was soon replaced by anger. "You'd better start explaining.."  Noxxy wrapped his wings around his body, terrified of the shark. "O-okay! Uhm.. W-well, basically.. My body can usually regenerate most of the wounds I receive. S-so, like.. Scrapes, broken bones, cuts.. All of 'em are usually gone within an hour. I-I guess this time it was quicker..?" The bat frowned, only meeting the shark's gaze for a couple of seconds, before lowering his head and staring at the wooden desk.  A toothy grin began to spread across Matt's face. "What about death..? Can you come back from that?" He inquired, his long tail lashing about behind him.  "Death..? Uhm.. Well.. I think if I had enough time, then maybe I could..? I-I don't know, it's never happened before." The bat mumbled, eyes still firmly fixed on the wooden desk; he was oblivious to the grinning shark, whose tone had changed from anger to curiosity, once more. "L-look, I was

wondering if maybe I-I could explain why I came into your home. I wasn't going to steal, I swear! I was ju-"  "No. I've got a much better idea! Since you seem capable of recovering from even the most debilitating injury..." The shark trailed off, reaching out plucking the little bat off of the desk. He dropped him into an open hand, and instantly closed his fingers around him. The bat, as a result, was smothered into the smooth and warm flesh of the shark's hand. His little muzzle was pressed into the warm space between two fingers, and was barely visible. Matt grinned, giving the micro a series of squeezes, earning a muffled chirp as a result. "Mmh.. You're so fragile.." He chuckled out, tightening his grip until a wet snap came from his closed hand; it sounded akin to a wet twig being broken. "Oops. Then again, I don't think broken bones are much of a problem anymore, are they? You'll just regenerate, and I'll just snap 'em again."  If he could have screamed, he certainly would have. His face was mashed against the smooth and yielding flesh, located between Matt's fingers. He suspected that his wing was broken by now, and in multiple places, too! Unfortunately for the bat, Matt gave another hard squeeze, and his wing emitted a series of loud crackles and snaps.  "You're a crunchy little bat, did you know that?" Matt chuckled out, finally opening his hand, revealing the bat.The rough manhandling left him gasping for air, his tiny lungs aching from the lack of it. He was laying on his belly, head near the base of the shark's fingers. His left wing was crumpled and broken in various places, while his right wing was merely crumpled up. Matt reached over and began to roughly pet the bat, occasionally pressing the micro's muzzle down into the soft and smooth flesh, momentarily cutting off his supply of air. "I think I'll keep you after all. You're the perfect stress toy!"    Noxxy sniffled quietly, remaining limp. He was in too much pain; both physical and emotional. He would never be free, now that the shark discovered his regeneration ability. Still, no matter how cruel he was, he didn't seem like the typical lusty "norm" that micros usually told horror stories about. No, he seemed far more interested in a literal stress toy, rather than a sexual toy. At least he wouldn't be humiliated in that aspect; there wasn't anything more degrading than being used as an object of sexual pleasure.  Matt grinned and pressed down on the bat's legs, using a single index finger. Initially, Noxxy was merely pressed into the smooth palm of the shark's hand, and sunk in partially. Matt didn't stop here, however; he steadily added more pressure, until the bat began to chirp out of pain. "I've got to make sure you're not going to escape, for what I have planned." He whispered to the struggling bat, before digging his finger in hard. The micro's legs both emitted another

loud snap; they were broken once again. Without missing a beat, Matt lowered his hand down to the small space under his desk, and dumped Noxxy onto the rug. He hummed casually as he scooted his chair back into place, then carelessly set his feet back upon the broken micro.  Noxxy was laying horizontally, so he had one of the shark's feet covering his head and torso, and the other one covering his waist and feet. He was completely surrounded by the smooth white flesh. Heat radiated from the shark's feet, and washed over the bat's tiny body. It was difficult to breathe, but it wasn't impossible altogether. Occasionally, the shark would flex his toes and press down onto his fragile body, prompting a soft groan from him.  Matt sighed happily and flexed his toes. He reached out and picked his headset back up, slipping it on. He clicked the unmuting button on Skype, then cleared his throat and grinned. "Problem solved! What'd I miss?"