You are the bug. A tiny, insignificant creature, scuttling across the cold, unforgiving floor. Your world is vast, a labyrinth of towering furniture and distant crumbs. Hunger gnaws at your tiny body, driving you forward. You sense food nearby—a faint, tantalizing aroma wafting from the direction of the table. You move with purpose, your six legs carrying you swiftly across the smooth surface. The world is a dangerous place for something as small as you, but survival is your only instinct.
Above you looms a giant. A young man, arrogant and dominant, sits on a couch, his legs stretched out, resting his feet on the table. His sneakers—Jordan 4 Pine Greens—gleam with a polished arrogance, as if they, too, look down on the world beneath them. The man is bored, scrolling through his phone, his expression one of disinterest. But then, his eyes flicker downward. He sees you.
*“Ugh, a bug,”* he thinks, his lip curling in disgust. *“Disgusting little thing. What’s it even doing here? Probably crawling around like it owns the place.”* His boredom shifts to amusement. A cruel smile spreads across his face as he lowers his feet from the table, the soles of his Jordans hovering ominously above the floor. To him, you are nothing but a game—a momentary distraction.
You freeze. The shadow of his sneaker looms over you, blotting out the light. Your instincts scream at you to run, to escape, but the giant’s movements are swift. His foot comes down with a thunderous force, the rubber sole of his Jordan 4 slamming into the floor just inches from you. The impact sends vibrations through your tiny body, and you scramble desperately, your legs moving frantically as you try to evade the crushing weight.
*“Hah, missed,”* the man thinks, his grin widening. *“Let’s see how fast this little pest can run.”* He lifts his foot again, this time aiming more carefully. You dart to the side, but he anticipates your movement. His foot comes down again, and this time, the edge of his sole catches you. The pressure is immense, crushing your exoskeleton with a sickening crunch. Your legs twitch uncontrollably as pain floods your tiny body. But somehow, you’re still alive. You manage to wriggle free, dragging your broken body away.
*“What the—? It’s still moving?”* the man thinks, his amusement turning to irritation. *“No way. This thing’s not getting away.”* He stands up now, his full weight shifting onto his Jordans. He leans over, his face twisting into a sneer as he looks down at your struggling form. *“You’re really starting to piss me off,”* he mutters aloud. Then, with a cruel chuckle, he spits. A glob of saliva lands on you, drenching your already battered body. The wetness clings to your broken exoskeleton, weighing you down further. You writhe, trying to shake off the sticky substance, but it’s no use.
*“Pathetic,”* the man thinks, his disgust mingling with satisfaction. *“This is what you get for crawling around like you own the place.”* He lifts his foot once more, this time with a deliberate, calculated precision. He wants to make sure you don’t survive this time.
You try to crawl away, but your body is failing you. Your legs are mangled, your shell cracked. The shadow of his sneaker looms again, larger and more menacing than before. This time, there’s no escape. The sole of the Jordan 4 comes down on you with a crushing finality. The rubber tread presses into your fragile body, the force unbearable. Your head is the first to go, crushed flat under the weight. Your antennae snap, your tiny eyes bursting. Your body follows, your thorax collapsing as the sole grinds into the floor. Your legs, once so agile, are splayed and broken, twitching feebly before going still.
The man twists his foot, grinding his sole into the floor to ensure your demise. *“There,”* he thinks, satisfied. *“That’s how you deal with pests.”* He lifts his foot and inspects the sole of his Jordan 4, noting the faint smear left behind. *“Gross,”* he mutters, wiping it off on the edge of the table.
He sits back down, returning to his phone as if nothing happened.
For you, the bug, the world fades to darkness. Your journey ends under the weight of a giant who saw you as nothing more than a game. But in your final moments, you fought—not just for survival, but against the indifference of a world that never saw you as anything more than insignificant. The man’s spit, his cruelty, and his sneering arrogance are the last things you feel before the end.
