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Owen — Description
The mants had found a house that seemed lived in but they never saw anyone. Millions of them were taking refuge in the back room that only had a few pieces of furniture and a big window. As the days went by they got comfortable with the safety of shelter and a lifetime supply of food and water, however this was the calm before the storm.
6 days later Owen is not ready to come home from his vacation, he just groans at his bags he left in the car for later as he walks up to the house. The mants heard a BOOM they recognized as a car door and were pretty used to it so they barely stopped their normal routine of relaxing in the plains of carpet or ottoman mountain. Owen shut the door behind him as he slides his crocs off then starts walking towards the hallway. BBOOOMM this time it shook the window, they felt wind for the first time in a long time. The mants all start standing up from their nap positions in the carpet and others looking out their makeshift homes. They hear loud thumping and vibrations getting stronger by the second. They all lose control and panic, their comfort was about to be their end. The original mants try to organize and take control, trying to get the emergency plan into their ears but no one was thinking about anything but fear. The smell in the air had changed dramatically in half a second as the massive door swings open, showing the little souls a gargantuan man attached to the source of the smell.
Owen could smell his feet as he walked the hallway to the reading room at the end. He opened the door and looked around, ready to fall asleep in the sun before he went back for his bags. Some mants froze in fear, others running for anything to hide under. It was an apocalyptic level of chaos as the man looked toward the chair and took his first step into the room. Owen looked at his nap chair and started for it. BOOM mants were sobbing uncontrollably as they ran from the smelly death, mourning mants they saw get turned into red paste that clung to the underside of his sweaty foot as it lifted slowly. Every shadow was a sign of a massacre about to take place as thousands of mants were smeared unnoticed. Owen had gotten to the chair but as he bent down to sit he noticed the floor seemed like it was moving. He stood up and looked around at the carpet and sure enough it was infested with mants, ‘I guess being home isn’t so bad.’ He thought slowly stepping on the little guys around the chair. Smiling, he started toying with the ones running away from the area, turning his foot sideways in front of them, showing them the red and brown remains of their friends while blocking their escape path. He can’t hear them screaming but knows what he is causing and he is loving it. Tilting the foot down, he ended another couple hundred. He then sat down and put his blood covered feet up on the ottoman and unknowingly, on some mants. Owen was actually glad to be home, he now had a house filled with toys and maybe food, smiling he drifted off imagining what he would do to the rest.