Psylocke Vol 2 Ch 36: Shower Torment!

The ground shook beneath me again—this time in a steady rhythm, like the ticking of some horrible countdown clock. I glanced up, and there s

The ground shook beneath me again—this time in a steady rhythm, like the ticking of some horrible countdown clock. I glanced up, and there she was. The giant woman—no, the Brob—was reaching for the tub's faucet. Her arm stretched impossibly far, the way only something on her scale could. And I just so happened to be standing right in front of the damn faucet like a complete idiot.

"Shit!" I shouted, turning on my heels and running as fast as my legs would take me.

The faucet loomed behind me now, like the open maw of a metal beast. I could hear it creak, the pressure inside building. I reached out, trying to focus—Psychic energy, come on! Come on! But... nothing. Just a static emptiness where power used to crackle inside me.

"What's happening?" I asked myself in a panic, still sprinting.

And then it hit.

Or rather—it didn't hit. The blast of water preceding the water hit first, like a wall of force that slapped the air itself. It didn't even touch me yet and I was already airborne, flung like a ragdoll down the porcelain floor. I barely had time to react before the water really hit, a tidal surge catching me from behind and dragging me under. Cold, furious, and wild. I tumbled, kicked, held my breath, slammed my shoulder against the curved floor of the tub as I spun helplessly inside her bathwater.

Eventually, the pressure receded. The wave of doom subsided, but not without thoroughly beating the hell out of me. I coughed as I broke the surface, slick hair plastered to my forehead, lungs burning.

My head spun as I slowly pulled myself upright, panting, eyes stinging with whatever lavender-scented horror she had put in the water. I blinked up toward the sky.

And there she was.

The Brob towered in the distance—her entire naked body on full display, towering over me like some divine monument of chaos. She wasn't even looking at me. Just standing there like she owned the world... which, I guess in this moment, she kind of did.

Her face was mostly obscured by steam and the sheer height of her, but her voice rumbled down all the same.

"Brace yourself."

I didn't even have time to say what? before the sky started falling.

Plop.

A massive drop of water landed a few feet to my right, splashing like a meteor strike. Another one followed, and another, each one big enough to flatten a building back home.

"God—she's taking a shower," I muttered in disbelief, scrambling as water pelted down in deafening rhythm. Each drop was like a cannonball of warm scented liquid, hitting with enough force to bowl me over or drown me outright.

I tried to take cover behind a ridge in the porcelain—really just a microscopic groove in the tub's floor—but even that was no use. I kept getting knocked off my feet, flipped onto my back, pushed along like a bottle cap in a storm drain.

Somewhere, in the madness, I had this brief, stupid thought: Why did it have to be a Brob? Why not a nice, normal giantess with a towel on and a little decency?

I looked up one more time. Her hair was soaked now, water cascading down her enormous frame, her footsteps alone causing more tremors than the waves.

I curled into a ball, held my breath, and braced myself again. If I made it out of this bath alive, I was buying myself a drink. Or twenty. Hell, I was going to invent a drink. Call it the "Brob Bomb."

Because right now, the only thing bombing was me.

I forced myself up, legs shaking, soaked to the bone and half-blind from the rain. Everything in me screamed to curl up and wait it out, but that wasn't an option. Not unless I wanted to get flattened like a worm under a boot.

I looked ahead through the curtain of falling water. Her—the Brob's—toes. Towering like pillars at the far end of the tub, glistening with moisture, steam coiling around them. That was the safest place. Close to her. Her body would block the worst of the rain. She was the storm, but she was also the only shelter in it.

I gritted my teeth and ran.

The ground was slick, every step a risk. My foot slipped once, nearly sending me into a slide, but I caught myself and pushed harder. My eyes tracked the massive raindrops as they fell like bombs from above, crashing around me, sending waves and shudders through the porcelain landscape.

Left! I dodged one—barely.

Right! Another smashed into the floor just ahead, spraying warm mist across my face. I stumbled through it, coughing.

Every drop that hit near me felt like a mortar blast. The air itself was unstable, each impact throwing up walls of pressure and wind. I got tossed to the side more than once, slammed into the slick porcelain. My ribs ached. My shoulders screamed. But I kept moving, half-running, half-crawling, each movement driven by sheer instinct and a kind of raw desperation.

And then I saw it. Her toes. The first one towered over me like the gate to a temple. Huge, soft-looking, but undeniably terrifying. Her feet were planted firm on the floor, unmoving even as the tub trembled beneath her shifting weight. She wasn't paying me any attention at all—just adjusting the water, probably humming to herself in that world-ending voice.

I ducked and dove under the shadow of her foot just as another massive drop smashed down behind me, splashing hard enough to shove me forward.

I collapsed against the base of her toe, gasping for breath. Steam rolled around me like fog. The heat of her skin radiated off her foot, almost comforting in a weird, horrifying way. But more than that—it was still. Safe. No drops fell here. Her colossal form shielded me from the chaos above.

I leaned against the toe, panting, arms trembling.

"Made it..." I wheezed. "I can't believe I actually made it..."

Above me, the Brob shifted slightly, her weight pressing down hard enough that I felt the porcelain flex beneath us. I didn't even want to think about how much she weighed. One step out of place and I'd be a stain she wouldn't even notice.

But for now, I had cover. I was still alive. So I held my breath, kept still, and waited.

Whatever was coming next... I wasn't ready for it.

But I was still here.