(this story continues on from 4 - Peeking, but it's in a first person view - can be girl or boy whatevs)

I open my eyes to a soft clicking and muffled voices. I look around, a desk, couches, patterned rugs, shelves surround me, washed in bright pink light. I rotate my head to see a large dark screen, my miniscule, shaking reflection staring back at me.
"I'm on M-Matthias' set." I squeak, stepping back from the monitor, eyes darting around the room.
I see a giant on the other side of the room, calmly clicking away at a keyboard. Loud knocks echo through the room, hurting my ears
"Can I come in?" a deep male voice asks, and Matthias looks up from his screen. His eyes flick to me, and I look away, afraid of being discovered by any other giants. His gaze burns my back for about half a second, before he looks at the door again.
"Matt?"
"No Kevincito, not right now I'm doing important work." you hear a faint click as the Macbook closes.
"Really? Can't you just-" Kevin protests, but Matthias is having none of it.
"Kevin, not, right, now." he raises his voice a touch, and its resonance tinges my eardrums, like when Mike turns his bass up too high. Kevin sighs behind the door, and walks away, footsteps fading into a thick silence.

He turns to me once more, placing his computer next to him, standing up and calmly walking towards me, footsteps light and silent on the carpet. My greatest fear and greatest idol approaches on two legs, dressed in a nice pink shirt too. I look around frantically for a way out as he sits on the wheelie chair, but my only exit is too high, the door is shut tight, and I have no gear. He leans on the desk, shaking it slightly, and aims his eyes down.
"Now, about you." I swallow a lump in my throat, and press my body hard against the screen.
"Sam's not here, Paul's not here. We're alone. So we can talk about this." He holds up the torch, still glowing and miniscule in his large fingers. I shiver slightly, the combination of his towering height and my defenseless position producing an intense feeling of fear.
"Why did you break my lighting strip?" his question is simple and direct, but I still can't force out the words.
"Just tell me, I'm just annoyed my tech got broken. I just can't afford to have tiny thieves running around and breaking my things." he sighs in a calm tone, but I click.
"Did you call me a thief?" I stand up, fists clenched. I may be a complete nervous wreck of a scaredy cat around giants, but my mother's temper still snaps every now and again.
"I'm not a thief Matthias! I was simply BORROWING! That's what BORROWERS do!" his blue eyes are wide with alarm and he looks at the door, hearing something inaudible to my raging self.
"You have to-"
"Don't interrupt me! I'm sorry I took one of your precious LED's, but I need it to survive in your studio building. Spiders are pretty big when you're my size, and I use that torch to scare them away! You have plenty more where that came from, I've seen them before, you ungrateful giant brat! So think before you call someone a flipping thief!"
Matthias' eyes are full of shock and anger, and I shrink back. "Well, I'm sorr-" he begins, when the door opens. His free hand swoops on top of me and his fingers encapsulate my form. I'm trapped in his fist, fretting over what I said and how he would react.

"I heard you yell, are you okay?" It's Paul this time. Matthias moves his fist and I find myself in a dark, tight jean pocket.
"Oh, I was just watching a video a viewer sent. It's this hard game that screams insults at you every time you make a small mistake or lose a level." the bitterness in his lie is clearly directed towards me, and I mentally punch my face with hundreds of fists.
"Sounds crazy, you'll have to show it to me later. I'm gonna go to lunch with Bryan and Gunner in about 10 minutes, wanna come?"
"Nah, I've got peop..ah.. things to deal with." I don't like the sound of that.
"Okay then, your loss."
The door closes and Matthias lets out a sigh. His fingers reach in and wrap around you, drawing you into the bright, empty room. His eyes are tired, but stern. They look at you like a parent would look at a toddler covered in paint. They're gonna get in trouble, but they're still adorable. I want to open my mouth to speak, but I don't feel like I can after what I said.

"Look, I'm sorry I called you a thief, I didn't know you would blow up, but you didn't have to call me an 'ungrateful giant brat'." I cringe as he repeats my words, and he laughs. "I guess we both said things we didn't mean to today."
He quickly turns to the room, causing me to clutch his finger in alarm.
"How do you get home?" he asks, and I point to the shelf with the orange object. He walks over to it and places me down gently. I lean against the object and make pushing motions, and he nudges it aside to reveal the hole. I walk towards it and almost trip when Matthias pokes me in the back.
"You forgot this." in his palm lies the unbroken LED torch, switched off. I take it, looking warily into his eyes, thinking about what to say to him.
"Next time you need something, just ask me. I can do my best to help you. That means you won't have to ste- I mean borrow things from us." he smiles at me and I nod back.
"Why won't you talk anymore, have you exhausted your voice from yelling at me?" Matt laughs, smiling and turning to the door.
"Hey Pauline, can I take you up on that offer?"
This is my last chance, as I would probably spend the next week or so in a cycle of fangirling, regretting my life's choices, and thinking about whether to leave or not. It would be extremely hard for me to bring myself to confront him again, given his frightening size.
"I'm sorry Matthias!" I yell, and retreat to the hole, not sure if he even heard my apology.
"Well, he does have those big ears so."
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This story was inspired by the video up top, so watch it and check out Matt! The whole 'cycle of fangirling and regretting my life's choices' would probably be me if I ever met someone like Jack, Mark, or Matt.
Hope you like! And be prepared for the next one, it's going to be amazing.
-Tsunami