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Anon woke up with a hangover. He had only himself to blame. So he cursed himself for drinking too much during the New Year party. Again. Stupid alcohol tasted so good when someone else paid for it.

The man was shaken from his pain and self-loathing when he realized he wasn't lying in his bed or on the carpeted floor of his apartment. He was lying in a patch of ugly brown dirt amidst a bunch of tall green plants he didn't recognize. They were as tall as trees, but their stalks were too thin and flexible. And they didn't have a canopy of leaves. The poles of green each only had a few, granted large, leafs. They kind of looked like super-sized ferns.

Anon's head spun when he tried to stand up and he was just grateful for the dull light shining down on him. Any brighter and he might have been trying to rip out his own eyeballs. As he stumbled, trying to stay upright, he took note of the path that cut through the not-forest to some other unknown location. Figuring anywhere was better than where he currently was, Anon trudged forward, batting away at any leaves that tried to prevent him from reaching his mystery destination.

The walk lasted all of a minute before the man crashed into an invisible wall.

Anon fell onto his back holding his nose and cried out in agony. There was no blood, but his headache intensified as a result. Anon glared ahead, trying to figure out what had attacked him. Yet he saw nothing. Or more accurately, he saw the abyss.

Anon's mouth dropped as colors and shapes warped out of any sense or meaning appeared ahead of him. It was far from the fun kind of distortion drugs tended to give though. Plus Anon was pretty sure he hadn't taken any during the party. The man shuffled to his feet and found himself leaning against the invisible barrier. It was smooth and a bit cold. Glass? Anon stared upward and to the sides. It was also curved. The man began to follow the curved surface.

On and on it seemed to go. Over dirt and the occasional stones or pebbles. More plants passed him by as he continued to follow the wall of glass. Until he came back to where he had started. Anon gulped at that. Realization hit him. He was trapped. For a few minutes he tried hitting the glass with his fists and feet. He failed to crack it. Now he was tired and hungover.

While he was resting an earthquake struck his glass prison. Thankfully it was a small one. The ground vibrated, but nothing else significant happened. At least until he noticed the new white and purple orb hovering outside the wall in front of him. The glass was thick and curved, so identifying it was really hard. But when his alcohol crippled mind was able to place what it was he was looking at, Anon gaped. It was impossible.

It was a giant eyeball. An eye as large as a house was gazing at him through the glass.

Then came a booming feminine voice. "Good morning!"

Anon covered his ears, but it did nothing to prevent the blast of pain. The huge woman didn't seem to notice.

"I'm so happy that it worked. When AJ suggested this little project I just knew I had to do something extra special with it," the giant woman babbled on, further abusing the human's ears. "And I think adding a human to my bottle world really makes it unique. I look forward to observing how you adapt to your isolated ecosystem. This is going to be a great 10 year experiment!"

The huge woman finally shut up and left the bottle alone as she moved to the other side of what Anon now understood was her basement.

In the long years of semi-isolation to come, only interrupted by irregular visits from his giant captor, Anon would learn much. Like that her name was Twilight Sparkle and that she was a unicorn. That he was now trapped in a bottle in a world filled with other colorful giant equines like her. But more importantly for him, he would also learn how to fashion a spear to hunt the giant pill bugs that shared his bottle world and how to collect water from leaves and how to build a shelter from moss and dirt. Anon slowly became a wild man. The apex predator of his isolated bottle world.

Worst of all, Anon had to face that isolation without the aid of alcohol...

Author's Note

Inspired by bottle terrariums. If you've never seen one, I advise looking up a few videos about them. They're kind of cool.