Emily vs Giant Dice

Samantha and Tracy sat back around the game board. Sandra, who couldn’t much move, being 12 feet tall as she was, could only shift to adjust herself into a more comfortable position, which to be honest, was quite hard to find.

Between the four of them was only one pair of clothes, worn by Tracy. Samantha couldn’t get clothes to stay on her slime body, and Sandra and Emily couldn’t exactly find any that fit.

Emily found herself faced with a more pressing challenge though, a pair of dice that were almost as big as she was, that she now had to roll. “Do you think I can just… push them?”

Tracy frowned, “The game might see that as cheating, you could just pick the number you want.”

Samantha picked up the dice, “What if we set the dice on the rim of the box and you pushed them off that?”

Emily frowned her tiny mouth, “I don’t think the box is tall enough.”

“Maybe you can stand in my hand while the dice are in it, and push them from there?” Sandra suggested. “That should count as you rolling, right?”

“That could work!” Tracy snapped her fingers.

“Just don’t drop me, dude.” Emily climbed into Sandra’s massive hand along with the dice. Once Sandra lifted her up, Emily leaned against the dice and pushed them off Sandra’s fingers, one by one.

The dice fell to the floor and clattered against the box. 4 and 5. Her piece slid forward on the board 9 spaces and Tracy picked up her card for her.

“Genius minds must be commended / Every challenge passed when presented / The game’s not over, you must play on / I’ll give you a boost, a sprite from now on.” Tracy frowned after reading the last line, her expression a bit confused. “It’s gonna turn you into soda?”

That made Emily panic, “What?! No that Can’t be fair!”

“It was one thing to make me an animal,” Sandra mused, “But an inanimate object just seems completely out of what we’ve seen.”

Emily started to feel that unwelcome sensation they’d all grown accustomed to, that bubbling in her blood as her muscles started to shift and warp. In desperation, she clung to Sandra’s finger. “Please don’t let it happen. Why is this game punishing me?!” She pleaded as her back started to strain, the skin stretching as something pushed from inside.

Emily cried out in pain as her back tore open, her mocha skin splitting as something small and fragile pushed through. Color started to spread over her black hair, a deep pink hue that bled across the curled strands of hair. She arched her back as a set of fragile insect wings spread out, translucent, yet the same shade as her hair.

Finally she felt the transformation end, curling up in Sandra’s palm and crying. “Thank you, oh thank you.” She muttered through her tears.

“It’s ok,” Sandra reassured Samantha and Tracy while she cradled Emily. “She’s a fairy, not a can of soda.”

“Ohh!” Samantha smacked her head, “A sprite! The fairytale creature, not the fucking soda.”

Tracy groaned, “Dude, fuck capitalism. How did that not come to any of our heads?”

Emily held Sandra’s finger, not hearing her friends talking about soda, just relieved to still be alive, not twisted into some aluminum can by this sick game.

Samantha picked up the dice next, “Ok, the game won’t make us non-living things. That’s something, right?”

Tracy pursed her lips doubtfully, “I wouldn’t count on it, maybe Emily just got lucky.”

“We’ve seen the game change us based on things we say,” Sandra pointed out, “You don’t think we just gave the game an idea… do you?”

“No.” Samantha said firmly, her slime jiggling, “That won’t happen, the game won’t make itself unplayable, we know that.” She tossed the dice onto the board.