Media Impact Customs - Mura Unaware Breakfast HD

Media Impact Customs - Mura Unaware Breakfast HD

Mura walked into her kitchen, still in her work clothes and clutching her purse tightly. She was confused as to why her stepbrother would need to have a party before she even woke up. And why did all her friends seem to be invited too? She shrugged it off, deciding to simply ignore it and go straight for breakfast. As she began to pace around the kitchen, trying to decide what to have, she was completely unaware of the chaos unfolding beneath her feet.
Little did she know, every guest at her stepbrother's party had been shrunk down to minuscule size and placed on the floor while she was away. They watched in terror as Mura paced back and forth, some of them even trying to crawl away from her massive footsteps. She didn't even notice the tiny people wandering around on the floor or the crunching sounds whenever she shifted her weight.
Finally, Mura decided on some cereal, pouring the milk and pouring the cereal into a bowl. She sat down at the table, once again unaware of the tiny people on the floor beneath her. As she began to eat, however, she felt something strange in her mouth. Looking down, she saw dozens of tiny people scattered amongst her food. With a mixture of disgust and curiosity, she continued to eat, unaware that by munching on the little people, they were getting ground up and mixed into her cereal.
After finishing her meal, Mura stood up and stretched, once again not realizing that she was pressing down on and crushing the tiny people beneath her. Suddenly, she felt something shift beneath her foot and heard a tiny scream. Glancing down, she saw the remaining guests, all of whom had witnessed her devouring their friends. Realizing the implications, she knew she had to get rid of them all before they spoke out.
Mura crushed several more with her bare hands, the little bodies collapsing under her grip. But there were too many, so she resorted to digging into a secret stash in her room - a collection of miniature socks. Grabbing a handful, she stuffed one after another into her mouth, using them like living napkins to mop up the remaining witnesses. It wasn't long before she had polished off every last one, leaving no trace behind but the crumbs of shattered bone and fabric scattered across the kitchen floor.
As she stepped out of the kitchen, satisfied that her secret was safe, she was oblivious to the new guests arriving at the party. Little did she know, they too would become part of her twisted breakfast ritual in the days to come.