She's Closer Than You Think

Try as she could, Nora just couldn't fall asleep. She was too wracked with worry about her teammate Pyrrha, who had been missing for three days now. All of Beacon was in a panic as well, a student vanishing while on the grounds had never happened before. Nora herself had no idea what could have happened, she remember telling her friend goodnight before waking up to Pyrrha's bed empty. Nora of course had thrown herself into the search party and hadn't stopped since, but the rest of her team had finally cornered her and convinced her to get some sleep or she would be of no use to anyone. But the thought of her friend being in danger kept her awake no matter how many hours passed, and the usually bubbly warrior sighed melancholically as she wondered where on remnant Pyrrha could be...

Unbeknownst to Nora however the missing girl was actually in the room with her this very moment, and found her concern over her quite touching despite her unfortunate position. Pyrrha was only a little more in the know about what had happened to her, the whole ordeal had been so shocking and confusing. This had all started with her drinking a bit too much water before going to bed, waking up in the night and quietly making her way out. But as she made her way out of the bathrooms she had spotted a cloaked figure out of the corner of her eye, who quickly turned a corner. Her suspicions aroused she tried to follow the strange figure, but was suddenly whacked unconscious from behind as she made her way down one of the school's corridors.  She awoke on the floor of an unfamiliar dorm room, and despite not seeming to be tied down by anything she felt like she was bolted to the floor, unable to move. Several masked figures loomed above her, noticing she was awake one squatted down and placed their hand on her chest. Pyrrha suddenly felt like her whole body was being squeezed, and her vision warped as her surroundings grew larger and larger. By the time the mysterious figure was done Pyrrha was barely bigger than a cockroach, and could still only watch helplessly as her body refused to budge. The now towering group seemed to be ignoring her for the moment, conversing in hushed whispers before a few of them broke out in almost childish giggling. A different figure than the one who had shrunk her suddenly leaned down to pick her up and began walking out, the frozen girl barely scoring glances of a hallway from her captor's clammy palm. After a minute of walking the slow creak of a door opening sounded out, and her captor finally opened her hand and let the poor girl see her surroundings properly. To her surprise she had been brought back to her own dorm room, but her frantic cries to her sleeping roommate failed to rouse her in the slightest. The masked figure carefully brought out a pouch of powder with her other hand, and carefully sprinkled some on Nora's sleeping face. Once they were done they carefully lifted the covers at Nora's feet, and firmly pressed Pyrrha onto one of the awaiting soles. As soon as she was pressed against her friends soft foot she felt the power freezing her shift slightly, her head, hands and feet now felt like they were glued to her friends supple tootsie. While she couldn't see the masked figures face she felt an aura of cruel amusement from them, before they dropped the covers and presumably made their escape. Now trapped in the dark and humid prison of her friends bedding with a rank and sweaty foot at her back, Pyrrha feverishly twisted with the parts of her body that weren't struck in hopes that her squirming might awaken her dozing friend. But as the night progressed her efforts seemed to be for naught, and the exhausted girl finally gave in to sleep herself with plans to resume in the morning.

That morning Nora woke up with a yawn, but her youthful energy surged through her in just a moment and she hopped out of bed ready to start the day. She found it a bit odd that the bed next to her was empty, but figured that Pyrrha must have just gotten up early. It wouldn't be until that day's first class that she figured out something was off. It was a far less cheerful morning for Pyrrha though, the shrunken girl was rudely awakened by the pain of being slammed against the bedroom floor when Nora jumped out of bed. Her roommate seemed to jump more than walk, and it was a blessing from above once she finally sat down to plow through some waffles. With the foot she was on now dangling above the kitchen floor Pyrrha confidently resumed her jiggling dance of freedom, but despite Nora now being wide awake she still seemed oblivious to the squirming form under her sole. Pyrrha was forced to give up once her friend finished eating and got back on her feet, though it was thankfully only a short walk before she sat on the edge of the bed and started getting dressed. Before Pyrrha even had a chance to resume her plan however Nora pulled a stained and reeking sock over her, the tight fabric restricting her movement even more as it smothered her. Assaulted by the filthy clothing that should have gone in the laundry days ago Pyrrha squirmed out of instinct more than design, and paid little attention to Nora's movements before her and her prison were suddenly thrust into the gaping maw of her stuffy boots. The inside of the boots felt like a sauna, and while the damp insole beneath her helped offset some of the pressure on top of her the miasma of sweat that soaked through the clinging sock onto her hardly made it an improvement on her situation. Pyrrha couldn't tell what was going on outside of her claustrophobic hell, but hours upon hours passed without even a moment of freedom from the increasingly rank boot. One could hardly fault Nora for her tireless participation in the search for Pyrrha, wholly unaware of the torture that she put her missing friend through with every step. But as she finally rested for a night and changed out of her dampened clothes Pyrrha greedily gulped down as much fresh air as she could, crying at finally being free of that horrid footwear. As she calmed down a bit as the night progressed she tried to process this whole nightmare logically, she was know certain that whatever that powder had been it was somehow making Nora incapable of noticing her. It would be lovely if the effects of it would wear off eventually, or even better the effects of the semblance had shrunk her. But if neither wore off with time her odds of being found seemed frighteningly low, Nora was usually only barefoot in their room and occasionally when she walked out to eat. She would need one of her teammates to spot her at some point, but while Nora certainly drew a lot of attention she couldn't convince herself that anyone would be drawn to the bottom of her feet. She almost hoped that her friend would get a new roommate as sad as that would be, it at least seemed like one of the only routes to freedom for the poor stuck bug...