"Oh, you idiot. We're about to be mite sized thanks to you!"
"Me!?", Percival lunged at your dad, engaging in a deadlock with him." It seems you arent the only mongoloid in the family! Did you forget already that it was that son of yours who hit the switch!?"
The two men fell on the floor and continued grappling with eachother, while you were busy clutching at your still throbbing skull, watching the scene unfold out the window. A ambient blue glow enveloped the outside of the craft, slightly bluring your clear view of the garage. A buzzing hum flows through the walls of the craft like bloodflow and you watch through the haze as your perspective shifts dramatically the more the craft minimized, looking like you had just stepped off a cliff backwards and are now watching as the edge rises higher and farther the more you fall, except in this instance the ledge is the entire garage!
You grip the back of the seat to keep you steady until finally, the craft settles into its newly miniarutized state. The hum begins to slowly lower its pitch, signalling the impending deactivation of whatever the hell is responsible for this incredible ability to manipulate size, when suddenly, a sharp erupting hiss bursts somewhere from inside the front section! A chill shakes your spine. You turn to see the two men are still rolling over top of eachother like some toddlers trying to get the other to say "uncle". It was an embarrassment to even be present to witness something like this, but there are more important matters to attend to.
"Hey! Would you two quit it for a second!"
The two combatants froze in their sides and looked up at you. Percivals hands wrapped around your fathers throat, and . . . your fathers thumb jammed up Percivals nostril?
"Look, im no expert. But I just heard a hiss coming from the front that sounded pretty violent so, dad? Would you please take a look?"
You didnt miss the terrified expression on your dads face as he released Percival and rushed to the pilot seat and began fiddling with the controls. In order to keep your mind from dreaming up all the bad things that might be happening, you instead kept your focus on Percival, who looked just as nervous as you felt.
A thump brings your attention back to your father, and you see he has slumped into his chair with his arms hanging over the armrest. He looked defeated. Not a good sign.
"Dad?"
Richard stayed motionless for a moment, and then he swivelled the chair to face you.
"Well, bad news is, we're not going to be able to restore our size with the Diminularis in the state its in. What you heard was the regulator collapsing on itself since the proper measures werent taken before the switch was flipped."
The cold sweat you were already in upped its intensity. You really fucking blew it this time.
"And? Is there any good news?"
"Actually there kind of is. The Diminularis is in working order otherwise. As an all-purpose-vehicle we should be able to move around pretty freely, so atleast we wont be sitting ducks here."
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