It was really nasty in this cave-looking hall, which actually was the inside of your finger. You hold the pink hicromynia in the test tube as you and Michael followed the bacteria through a maze of darkness and moistness. You saw light coming from a little, round opening in a wall, and walked in to see the queen sitting on her throne. Michael got down on his knees and put his head on the floor, so you did the same, eventhough the floor was wet and squishy.
"Dear queen," Michael said with petty in his voice, "we're here because we need your help".
"You're humans," she said.
"Yes. This is (Y/n). you used to live on her hands, but now her hands are a pair of monsters walking around her apartment."
"I see," the queen said, and took a martini glass from a little, pink table. "And why should I care about that?" she asked with a bitchy voice.
"Because you will all die if we don't help each other out. you guys will suffer under changes in your habitat. This will lead to your death" Michael explained.
"I will help you under one condition."
"And what is that?"
"(Y/n), stop using that awful lavender soap in your kitchen. It's disgusting," the queen said.
"Okay," you nodded slowly. "That's fair"
"Everyone listen! We'll have to send a message all the way to the pinkie and back. Tell them to go in full arcefomin mode," the queen said to the bacteria in the room. "NOW!". They all ran to the doors and disappeared. We could hear them scream in the hallway.
"How much time do we have?" you asked Michael. He took a look at his watch and his eyes.
"We have two minutes! If we'll reach our maximum size in your hands will explode!"
"Oh, shit! Here's the hicromynia!" you said and threw it at the queen. You and Michael ran out of the room and tried to find the spaceship. You jumped in, got your seatbelts on and turned around to rush out of the hole in your finger.
"WOW, we fucking did it, Michael!" you yelled as you saw daylight at the end of the hole. you were almost out of if, but then the spaceship started growing bigger and bigger. It got so big that it blocked the hole. "Fuck, what are we gonna do!?"
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The Theory of the Hole - VsauceXreader
FanfictionYou scroll through Tinder and notice a good looking guy. *Right swipe*. That's where the journey begins. "not all holes are created equal" - Vsauce, The Theory of the Hole.