Chapter #4Observing the Effect by: Entropic No one took much notice of the bare-foot little boy with the baggy pants as he ran down the street as if his life depended upon it. "High-spirits" they said to themselves, chuckling at the cute kid before continuing on their way. Only Dr. Augustus knew the truth, and he certainly wasn't going to point out that the lad's pants were so baggy he had to hold them up.
His vision blurred with tears of humiliation, and unused to the new perspective with which he now viewed the world, little Marcus very nearly crashed into several people. Augustus, keen to observe his little experiment, followed at a casual pace - how far could a lost little boy get? Marcus didn't care if you got anywhere, he merely pounded down the side-walk with yelps of despair. His little sprint came to an end, however, as he attempted to dash around the corner at the end of the street. His small body slammed hard into a massive, seemingly immovable object, and he fell hard onto his rear.
"Ah, hey...careful there, little guy!" The dark-haired young man exclaimed, reaching down to help the sniffling Marcus up onto his shaky feet. In the fall, Marcus's hands had jerked out of their grip on his shorts, and as he was pulled up his shorts stayed down. He was so preoccupied with rubbing his stinging backside he hardly noticed he was totally exposed before this stranger, and the fact his eyes were instinctively filling with tears didn't help.
"Aw, don't cry!" said the stranger gently, trying to sooth the little boy. The fact that the child appeared to be very inadequately clothed raised a few red flags in the teen's mind, but he didn't like seeing a kid distressed. He gingerly pulled the shorts up from Marcus' ankles, first checking to make sure no one was watching; he didn't want to be accused of some kind of molestation.
"Shh, shh..." he intoned, trying to figure out why the kid was running around without his parents and wearing a pair of shorts that came up past his belly-button. As if to solve the problem, Marcus reached to clutch a hold of the excess fabric, holding the shorts up for himself - they still drooped down past his knees. He gave a pronounced sniffle, rubbing his eyes clumsily with his free hand in an attempt to stifle the sobs. Looking up - way up - at this giant stranger, Marcus's eyes widened through his tears, and his mouth dropped open,
"T..Tom?" Marcus stammered, before he realised what he was saying. The teen arched an eye-brow, staring down at the child before him with suspicison.
"Hey...how do you know my name, kid?" He quickly cast a look around again, wondering if this was some kind of set-up.
"I...I..." spluttered Marcus, really not wanting to admit to this guy, one of his work colleagues, that he had been turned into a little boy and managed to forget his clothes. "MOMMY!" he bawled at the top of his little lungs.
"Hey, hey, take it easy!" hissed Tom, reaching out to clamp a hand over Marcus's mouth. A second later he realised what he was doing and jerked his hand away, stepping backward. "Who are you?" he demanded, sternly. Marcus just stood there, staring at Tom like a rabbit caught in headlights, panting a little from his outburst.
Thankfully, only one person had been on hand to witness this scene - a certain Dr. Augustus. Watching the interactions intently, the scientist felt that it would be beneficial to experiment a little more with the unwieldy device in his hands - test the parameters, so to speak. Aiming it at the pair, he pressed a different button: indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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