The world around me was a familiar one, yet completely foreign at the same time. One such example was the pterodactyl flying overhead. It attempted to roar, but a pair of fuzzy pink panties prevented it from opening its mouth.

The irony of the situation was not lost on me. To tell you the truth, I designed such a creature. I named it the P-Dactyl.

Because it's a pervert.

My shocked mind forced my body to observe P-Dactyl's actions calmly. It passed the gawking pedestrians and flew through the narrow space between apartment buildings, swiping precious underwear from the clothesline.

"Ah! Pervert!"

"My underwear!"

"My briefs!"

Said article of clothing got whipped back into the old geezer's face. For some reason, he seemed disappointed...

And still, no one mentioned the dinosaur. Except for the person standing beside me.

"Hoh! That's pretty rad. If I could fly, I might do that too."

Looking up, I realized I'm pitifully short.

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Oh, and I knew this guy.

He was a two-bit villain I wrote. An extra tall muscle-shirt bald-headed biker dude covered in tattoos who later steps in the hero's path. I remember because his appearance is too absurd. The kind of freak you'd only find in a novel or at a convention.

"Anyway. Doesn't isn't this bad news? Who left the gates open at Cretaceous World?"

Ah. That's definitely a flag.

Come to think of it. There wasn't much time between the vulture-like debut and the destruction of the world. Hm. I think I have about five left.

"Wait, why is it flying straight up? Hey. Do dinosaurs get altitude sickness?"

I didn't pay attention. The dude was probably high. There were only four seconds left, so I stepped discreetly into his shadow.

"Does anyone else see that bright light? It's like a star is falling."

Not feeling at all safe, I sat down in the villain's shadow and huddled my legs. This was going to suck.

"The skyscrapers... they're... bending."

I took a peek between the thug's legs. They were indeed bending like poor grandma's back.

"Wait. Is that going to happen to-"

Too late. The pressure increased. Along with a blinding light, gravity multiplied twofold, then tenfold, then more and more. The buildings resisted. For a moment. Then, without delay, everything became flat.

The furniture, steel structures, cars, and the people inside were all squished into a fine paste. The people walking the streets didn't even have a chance to scream before they transformed into red puddles.

I remember writing the shock of the main characters. They gaped and let their jaws drop. They shed bitter tears and threw up. Many were never the same person again, serving as the foundation for their character development.

For me, right now, hiding underneath the balls of a shitty two-bit villain... I sniffled sourly.

"I want to go home."