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Level 5: 35/50
Location: The Maw
Word Count: 581
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 36/50 [/center]

	One pillow at a time. Just put one foot right infront of the other. Sakura had trekked across mountains! Great distances that blended together, so very, very zen. Problem number one: This room was not zen. It was un-zen. Probably the least zen room she had ever been in, and she'd been in a room with Vega. Maybe it was the fact that she was stuck in the body of a dumb little kid! This was like asking a musician to play a concert...and making him a dumb little kid who didn't know how to play the piano! Metaphors aren't Sakura's things, all right?!

	As she travelled, she realised how isolated she was getting. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. [color=f49ac2]"No one else?"[/color] She shook her head and shot out a peace sign towards the others. Especially Bella, who looked nervous. [color=f49ac2]"I got this." [/color]

	Infact, Sakura quickly ended up being more worried about her teammates than herself. Blazermate, Geralt, and Nadia had cooked up some coco bananas scheme. Mirage and Link were jumping all over the place- the Koopa Troops were just a bunch of- it was loony toons. She felt a lot safer on the ground with her little trick.

	That changed when the giant monster descended from the ceiling. [color=f49ac2][i]"Shimatta."[/i][/color] Creepy glowing eye, two floating hands, ready to squash. Survival instinct took over. There was nothing she could do except gawk at her friends. Eyes wide, breathing quickly and not very effectively, Sakura began to build her one girl path forward. Where? At some point, she had noticed an open washing machine.

	Progress was painfully slow. She couldn't move too fast or she'd slip and die. Can't move too slow, though, or the thing might see her. And her arms were awful, chubby little short things that were of no use. Her head was too big. Her outfit was too cute. Her heart wasn't racing, it had tripped and was plummeting down a flight of stairs. [i]Thump thumpthump thump[/i], was it arrhytmic? She was going to die of a heart attack. Imagine that. Just- poof! She imagined herself vibrating and shaking and then exploding into a cloud of ash from nothing but stress.

	There were two moments, exactly, that were worse than this. For slightly different reasons. At least then, though, she had the option to act courageously. Here she could only very, very slowly, methodically, repetitively, grind her way to safety.
	
	Sakura had reached the sideways washing machine. The door was open, off its hinges. Inside was darkness, but it was a safe and welcoming darkness compared to the monstrosity stalking the Blue Team now. The little girl jumped up, wrapped her stubby fingers onto the edge, and pulled herself up. Thankfully she didn't weigh much, and she had the co-ordination a younger self might have lacked.

	Gasping for air, the brunette tumbled into the washing machine and ran, hands outstretched, to the back of the steel metal box. Once she felt the cold metal at the back she pressed her back against it and slid down, hyperventilating. She clutched her knees against her chest and tried to catch her breath.

	[color=f49ac2]"Oh, man. Oh man oh man. I'm glad I'm hiding in a washing machine because I think I need a change of underwear."[/color] Sakura joked quietly to herself. She giggled nervously at the potty humor. If anyone asked- she could just blame it on being a four year old.