Softhead and the Tiny Red Diamond

Chapter 2: Softhead's New Home

Softhead ran for her life as she encountered a predicament, her incomparable way out, and was finally complimentary from the debt of jeopardy. Only this time, it tautened her to a reinvigorate level of adventure. Inkwell Isle 4, 5, and 6. These three isles were the highest of municipalities towering over her, more monumental than the two giants that snatched her family. She slowed her swiftness to a nearby lampost and gradually tried to capture her puffs.
But, in embarrassment, Softhead grievously shattered into devastated tears. As salty wetness gradually overindulges her head, she drains it all out.

"I miss you guys," she expressed sorrowfully, "I desire to go household as it utilized to, but now... I'm the one to position the culpability for Great-Kettler's cessation."

Self-Ashamed that she anticipates being a borrower, just like her parents, because she felt left out. But now, it was all her responsibility to blame for Kettler's death.
Before delivering the second introspection concerning her surroundings, she heard somebody's footsteps booming deafening and reaching straight at her. There stood her possessed and corrupted unscrupulous aunt, Hilda Berg.

"Auntie Hilda, it's me, Softhead!" the teacup clamored out, "please maintain tenderness. Spare me!"

But Hilda did not determine nor acknowledge it. Instead, she tolerated a vociferation, springing directly at Softhead as she began running again for her life, once again, and begging not to damage the impoverished miniature teacup, exhausted and uncomfortable. She desired the red gemstone.
Softhead ran as quickly as her feet could meander outlying and finally no longer attended her aunt's thundering footsteps. Hingeing behind her rear, she saw her aunt not pursuing but withdrawing as a "thank goodness determinated recovery" until she looked overfamiliar and slammed her countenance directly on a tremendous brown pair of shoes painfully.

Without caution, Softhead unexpectedly fell backward and massaged her heart-shaped cheeks, expecting to recuperate from that situation, but that caught her eye with exceptional astonishment.
Three tall goliaths were standing beyond her like a 10-story building. They were 200 ft elevated, and she'd never felt so diminutive in all her life as a borrower. Frightened, she quickly decided to camouflage herself in the grass and postpone until they vamoose. That authorizes her to follow behind them and find a new bungalow to accumulate nourishment.
Luckily, one of the giants didn't witness or perceive her contact, so that was a compressed visitation she was at, meandering their way back to their residence concurrently and guarding themselves against horrendous jeopardy.

Taking a peek at the giants walking away, Softhead advanced after the gargantuan and camouflaged herself to any nearby entities just in case they acknowledged they were being pursued.

After minutes of attending to their homes, the eyesight of the red teacup was wide in amazement... 3 giants own a monumental mansion by themselves, barely the proportions of a gigantic palace.
She couldn't still acknowledge, in her own opinion, the colossi living together away from the metropolis and the Casino. However, she had a chance to hear their names while carrying out multifarious spontaneous conversations with each other.

Those names were Jack, Mark, and finally, Kyzer, who were called "YouTubers" to entertain their fans far away from Inkwell Isle itself. That "Kyzer" gentleman gave Softhead a bewildered look as she was unfamiliar with that oversized mug character; 1 mug and 2 giant humans.

Distracted by a disconnected introspection of seeing only one mug with two giants, she was unaware that one of the boys commenced to unlock the door until she witnessed them opening it.
She snapped the bewilderment out of her reflections and quickly concentrated on encountering her way inside the massive house. Before sneaking in, Softhead monitored carefully as the boys made a last glance behind them, making sure they weren't pursued, and entered with speechlessness, locking the doorway behind them.
In a flash, Softhead made an encouraging sprint narrowly before the doorway could close and anchored exclusively right on time.