[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - Chapter 10

Back at Mona’s house… 

Fischl sat at the small round table, posture regal, her visible green eye sparkling with intrigue as she sipped delicately from her teacup. Sucrose, seated across from her, fidgeted nervously, her fingers clutching her own cup as though it might shatter at any moment. 

You remained perched on the edge of Mona’s desk, a safe distance from the table, as Mona moved between her guests, carefully balancing tea and biscuits on a silver tray. You were still baffled that this was really happening. What a strange scenario, to be keeping the company of three gorgeous giantesses. 

As you looked up at them, you flushed slightly, trying not to stare too much at the way their now gargantuan breasts and other assets shifted as they moved around, like mountains. You tried not to peek up Sucrose’s skirt (even though you had the perfect view) as she shifted past the desk on her way to her seat again, having briefly gone to the bathroom.

“Pray, Mona,” Fischl said, setting her cup down with a soft clink, “tell me more of this diminutive traveler. Such a fate must surely be the work of some celestial curse!”

Mona sighed, glancing between you and Fischl with growing irritation. “It’s not a curse,” she said sharply. “It’s…an unfortunate accident. One I am working tirelessly to reverse.”

Sucrose’s eyes widened behind her glasses as she leaned forward slightly, her hands twisting together. “Um…h-how are you feeling?” she asked you, her voice soft and tentative. “It must be so…um, overwhelming, being that small.”

You nodded, glancing toward Mona for reassurance. “It is.”

“No need to fret! Such trials of destiny must be met with valor and wit!” Fischl punctuated her words with a sweep of her arms, gesturing grandly toward the heavens—or at least the ceiling of Mona’s cluttered home.

Fischl’s sudden, large movement swept clippingly close to you, and you lost your footing. You staggered backward, flailing for balance, but before you could catch yourself, you tumbled off the edge of the desk.

The fall was short, but the impact with the floor knocked the breath from your lungs. The wood grain stretched out like a vast, textured field, and as you pushed yourself upright, you realized the situation had gone from bad to worse.

Overhead, Fischl’s boots—polished and heavy—thudded ominously on the floorboards as she was now standing, pacing slightly, lost in her monologue. “What trials, I wonder, hath the Traveler endured at this size? Foes unseen? Obstacles unfathomable? Truly, this is the plight of a hero!”

You scrambled to your feet, your tiny form dwarfed by the looming tread of Fischl’s boots you could glimpse, as she suddenly turned in your direction. With every step she took, the ground vibrated beneath you, making it hard to keep your footing. You were in dire danger. Directly in her path.

Mona’s sharp eyes flicked to the desk, her breath catching when she realized you were no longer there. “Wait—Traveler?” Her gaze dropped to the floor, and her heart leapt into her throat when she spotted you, tiny and vulnerable, just as Fischl’s foot shifted forward. “Fischl, stop!”

Her voice cut through the air like a blade, urgent and panicked.

Fischl, mid-sentence, froze, her boot hovering just inches above you. From your perspective, the sole of her shoe was enormous, its intricate patterns etched into the leather like the grooves of a monstrous wall. The faint scuff marks and dust near the edges told a quiet tale of adventuring through Mondstadt’s roads, small stones jammed into the treads. Time seemed to slow as you stared upward, the sheer scale of the boot making your heart pound violently in your chest.

Just a tiny movement, just a couple inches difference, and you’d be flattened like a pancake. 

“Wh-what?” Fischl stammered, startled by Mona’s outburst. Her head tilted as she slowly pulled her foot back, her face a mixture of confusion and concern. “Mona, what—”

“Look down!” Mona hissed, already halfway out of her chair as she rushed toward you.

Oz, far quicker on the uptake, flapped his wings and said smoothly, “Careful, Mein Fräulein. You nearly flattened our esteemed guest.”

Fischl’s green eye widened as she followed Oz’s gaze downward—and at last, she saw you. “By the heavens!” she gasped, stumbling back a step, her hand flying to her chest in dramatic horror. “I…I nearly…Oh, the shame! The humiliation of such grievous misstep! Quite literally…”

Mona reached you in record time, crouching down and scooping you up in both hands with extreme care. She cradled you protectively against her chest, pressing you to her plush cleavage, her breathing quick and shallow as she checked you over. “Are you all right?” she asked, her voice tight with worry.

You nodded shakily, your pulse still racing like her massive heartbeat in your ears. 
“I’m fine,” you managed, though the tremor in your voice betrayed how close the call had been.

Fischl dropped to one knee, her expression unusually soft as she looked up at you, her dramatics tempered by genuine concern. “Diminutive hero,” she said solemnly, “my sincerest apologies. Never would I forgive myself should harm befall thee by mine own hand.”

Oz added, “She’s very sorry.”

Mona let out a shaky sigh, rising back to her feet and shooting Fischl a glare. “This is exactly what I was afraid of! One wrong step and—ugh.” Her voice wavered as she hugged you closer, her protectiveness shining through her frustration. “You need to be careful.”

Fischl bowed her head deeply. “Fear not, Mona! From henceforth, I shall move with all the grace and care befitting the guardian of such a noble companion.”

“Please do,” Mona muttered through gritted teeth as she sat back down, carefully placing you back on the desk with a stern warning look. “Stay there. Don’t move.”

Mona groaned, pressing a hand to her temple. “This is exactly what I was afraid of,” she muttered, her frustration clear. She looked at you with a crumpled brow.
“You’re all right?” she asked in a softer way.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though your heart was still pounding. “Just…startled.”

Fischl bowed her head, her expression earnest. “I swear upon my title as Prinzessin der Verurteilung that such carelessness shall not occur again.”

Sucrose, still seated, fidgeted nervously. “I-I’m sorry too,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. “I should have said something…”
Hearing her say that bugged you just a little. Didn’t that imply she’d…noticed? And kept quiet…deliberately?

Mona let out a long sigh. “Please, everyone,” she said firmly, her tone tinged with exasperation. “Just be careful…”

Looking between them all, you sighed too. This new life of yours certainly wasn’t stress-free.