The Space Voyage (G/T P!Septiplier)

The Laboratory

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Jack jumped off his hoverboard and looked up at the building. It was massive, even for a giant.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." Mat looked at his laptop. "Ninety percent sure," he added with a nervous laugh. Jack frowned.

"How are we gonna get in? This place is huge!"

"Well," Mat turned the screen to Jack. "According to these blueprints I borrowed- don't ask, there are windows here, here, and here." Jack pointed at a spot.

"What about the vents?" He asked.

"They're too small for us to fit in." Mat closed the laptop. "And this isn't your average spy movie, Jack," Mat said with a nervous smile. Jack nodded.

"We'll be ok." He sighed. "So let's just get in the lowest window, how about that?" As he said it, Mat winced. "What?" He asked. "What's wrong with that window?"

"It is a good way in," Mat agreed. "But you're forgetting something. We went through the forest, through town, and past the lake at the Aurora's crash site. We're at the base of a mountain pass."

"... oh fuck." Jack pushed his bangs out of his eyes. "Is it facing the cliffside?"

"It's part of the cliffside." Jack groaned.

"Can we go up any other window, or are they placed in douchey spots too?"

"Afraid not." Mat closed the laptop. "We're going to have to climb our way in, if we want to avoid security."

Jack groaned.

Signe looked up when the giant opened the door and walked in. "Good news, little one." He unlocked the cage door and opened it. "I made arrangements for you to clean yourself up." He smiled at her and put his hand in, reaching for her. Signe shied away, and Amy suddenly pushed her body in front of her.

"Hey!" She yelled. "You can't just stick your grubby hands in and pick us up like we're toys!"

"A-Amy..." Signe stammered. "It's ok."

"Really?" The man's eyebrow raised. He looked at the small folk with an amused grin. "How should I pick you up then?" Signe gently pushed Amy.

"Amy, I'll be fine," she murmured. Before she could change her mind, Signe walked closer to the man's huge hand. She didn't look at the giant as she climbed in his hand. His fingers twitched at her light weight, making Signe stumble and grab on to his thumb as he pulled her out of the cage. Then, without another word, he locked the cage and turned away with the young girl.

Signe tried not to look down at the ground far beneath her. Instead, she tried to distract herself with the man's hand. Each ridge in his skin was so obvious, and she could trace his fingerprint with her own hand. This, however, resulted in spasmodic twitching from the ticklish feeling, so Signe quickly stopped and just sat in his hand, wondering how she was going to escape. But she kept getting distracted. She was a research assistant, it was in her nature to wonder. The giant's stride swayed so much; his hand pulsed with warmth, but his fingers were cold from bad circulation; every second in the giant's hand made Signe more and more uneasy.

Finally, the giant turned to a door and unlocked it. He entered a cold metal laboratory and walked to the table in the middle. There was a bowl of warm water on a towel with a tissue for Signe.

"Anything else you need, sweetheart?" The giant murmured. Signe climbed off his hand and stifled a gasp; it was so cold!

"A little privacy, please," she said meekly. The giant frowned. Signe crossed her arms and glared. "I'm a girl, I need privacy, all right?" She snapped. That persuaded the man.