Brigitte Stomps Trespassing Bugs

Brigitte could be quite ornery when it came to letting people into her workshop, it was her personal space where liked to toil away in solitude. She had a strict ban on animals of any kind inside, intended for people's pets but also including any unfortunate insects that made their way into her territory. The last few weeks she had seen a rise in offending pests all across the workshop, around the same time that the shrinking virus had started spreading around the world. Brigitte wasn't stupid, the thought that the infestation might be made up tiny people had occurred to her quite quickly. But with a cure yet to be found and researchers far from enthusiastic Brigitte wasn't in the mood to share her space with the pathetic specks, or even showing them any sort of consideration once so ever. She refrained from investigating them too closely and needlessly prick at her conscience, and simply squashed the unlucky bugs on sight. She had squished them into gooey messes beneath her thumbs, swatted them into bloody smears with her palms and of course flattened them beneath her grimy boots, a fitting fate for the annoying insects.

The shrunken victims cowering beneath her felt far less altruistic about their lives, frantically trying to flee from the uncaring giantess as massive boots continued to slam mercilessly onto person after person. Her footfalls were too fast to outrun for the poor tinies, and the few that escaped only did so thanks to their comrades violent deaths keeping the gory footwear busy. Some would flee the workshop after escaping one of the frequent massacres, but most realized the sad truth that almost all of humanity would treat them just as callously despite them once being part of the same society. Even friends and family would often quickly give up on their shrunken loved ones, either leaving them to fend for themselves or putting them out of their misery with a quick crush. Surviving on the scraps of food that their short-tempered goddess brought to eat while she worked was about as good of a gig as they could get, just carrying on with their pathetic struggle to survive until they caught the eye of their better and became a worthless stain upon her boot.