As Hiro regained consciousness he almost immediately noticed two things. First, he was tied up. Second, he was surrounded by ants. Moving on, the reason behind the almost immediately part becomes apparent when one takes into account the fact that he was spinning. Midair. Tied up. Surrounded by ants. After ascerning these facts he began to squirm in an attempt to escape , but it was too late, for the primal fear of bondage-wielding ants all the scions of humanity carry in their veins manifested itself in violent spasms.
Still, there is fortune in misfortune and the stunning vertigo was a small price to pay for the ability to swing. It also allowed for greater maneuverability in the neck area and consequently more inane descriptions. His bonds were woven in eldritch letterings, a highly suspicious affair considering ants can't tie knots and refuse to learn calligraphy.
He swung on a hook hooked between the bonds. The building was littered by ants. They squirmed in thousands, covering every surface except the windows located where windows are usually located. And looking through the windows what spies the Hiro's eyes? Elves. Of course. They have hands. He definitely saw them use their hands and experienced their dexterity first-hand. Why they would lie to him about ice cream or kidnap him he did not know considering they just stood there looking bored. Except for the one that looked like a leader. That one was staring at the ants like a squirrel discovering another squirrel's nut stash. Her gaze was soon accompanied by awkward hand gestures, not unlike an ineffectual slap contest with one's inner self externalized or a particularly incompetent rider climbing onto an oiled manatee.
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Faster and faster these gestures went, too fast for his eyes to follow, suddenly accompanied by strange chittering from above. They came from the ants, whose chittering soon evolved into full-blown possession. Speaking in tongues, they began levitating, their little heads headbanging to a guitar solo beyond human hearing as they mashed their bodies, assembling pentagrams, runes, emojis and similar blasphemous shapes. It was all too much to take in and he went mad long before their collective reverse summoning circles sent him to god.