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Korby's Special Drink

Korby tapped his foot impatiently outside of the cafe. The place had just opened up, and everyone was flocking to it for some reason. His friends had all tried it before and gave the place great reviews. Guess they weren't lying since the line was going around the street corner, and he was just making it inside!

After another 20min of waiting, it was finally his turn at the counter. He looked up at all the weird names, some with some kind of berry in them, he thought, while others made absolutely no sense!

"Grahcrackle? Burspurt?" The orange fox's eyebrow perked as he read them aloud, causing a few sighs behind him as he was apparently making the line wait longer. At least the cashier was being nice, smiling the whole time as he looked over the menu.

"Um...scuse me? What does the Shrinyberry taste like?" He asked, still unsure.

"Like Shrinyberry really." The blue and white collie at the counter smiled, setting him at unease.

"Yes, but what is Shrinyberry?" He asked again. The collie rolled his eyes, the uneasy smile fading a bit.

"Do you want to try it or not?"

"Fine, fine. I'll take the smallest you got of it." Korby grumbled, checking his pocket for spare cash.

"That'll be $10.50." The collie slid him a cup barely bigger than his paw.

"$10.50! For that!?" Korby's jaw dropped. It was a rip off!

"Sir, there is a massive line of others behind you. Do you want it or not?" The collie huffed, the smile gone now, the fox getting an even scarier stern look.

"Fine. This better be worth it." The fox grumbled, throwing the amount on the counter for stomping out.

He looked at the cup on his walk home, not believing he paid for this. He didn't even want to think about what a larger size cost! But as he reached his apartment, he couldn't wait any longer and took a sip, the taste lighting sparks in his mind.

"Holy crap!" He exclaimed out loud as he he threw open his door. His tongue felt abuzz from the liquid as he quickly began to chug the rest of it. But just like that, his cup was empty after a few more drinks.

Letting out a small burp, he tossed the cup in the trash, deciding to head over to his computer to look at some videos. He was definitely going to go back there on his next day off for another larger drink, damn the price!

It was then he felt a bit weird, like he could still feel the taste in the back of his throat. That's when he noticed his shirt was hanging a bit loose on him.

"Huh, was it always this l-l-light!" He gasped as he just felt like he "dropped" watching as everything quickly expanded around him, his shirt looking like a tent on him now, down to barely two feet tall.

"Wh-what the heck!" He gasped, watching as everything kept growing around him, quickly running back to the kitchen as fast as he could, stretching up into the trash bin to grab the cup, the thing getting heavier by the second as his pants and underwear fell off.

He began to check over the thing, wondering what was in the stuff, before coming to a warning label.

"Warning, do NOT consumed Shrinyberry all at once, as shrinking effects will accumulate and may be permanent."

"What the hell?! Shrinking? Permanent? How small am I going to get?" He yelled up before feeling another lurch, dwindling smaller once again, letting out a cry that only shrank with him as he dwindled below a foot, then five inches, than even an inch. He had barely gotten out of his clothing by the time it ended, the fox gulping at the planescape that was his kitchen floor, ears drooping as he whined. He was less than an inch tall at this point, and there was no way for him to contact someone!

Thinking as if it couldn't possibly get any worse, fate decided to prove him wrong as the lurching effect overtook him once more, the fox gasping.

"How much smaller could I possibly get!" He cried out, watching as that vast plane of white only got bigger, and soon he could see the bumps and ridges in it, before starting to get lost in them as he huddled and closed his eyes, waiting for it to stop.

Finally feeling the sliding effect end, something bumped his side. He peaked one eye open slowly before gasping as he jumped back, watching as this green blob slid on by, the tiny hairs on the outside dragging it.

"I'm as small as an Amoeba..." He gulped, looking way up. There was nothing more he could do now, but just hope it wasn't permanent.

Do not Touch

Marshy's tail lazily swayed behind him as he walked up the sidewalk to the house he was suppose to babysit. It looked like a pretty normal place at least, but the owner was pretty specific on what to not touch, and what to clean each day.

Sighing, he pulled out the key and unlocked the door, stepping inside. Again, a pretty simple place, cozy looking living room, decent sized TV, computer. All the normal stuff. The stand beside the door had a checklist of things to clean and manage, some being the garden in the back, and so on.

The fox shrugged and went out back, at least watering the garden as the first thing he was to do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It at least wasn't too warm out today, so again the job didn't seem to be as hard as he thought it was gonna be. In fact, after a bit of sweeping and cleaning, he was basically done for the day, sitting back on the couch in front of the TV, looking at the list.

Tuesday's was normal, vaccuum, change sheets on beds, get mail, and so on. But Wednesday's had an item that made him perk a brow.

"Set out 'mouse' food?" The mouse part was in quotations on the sheet, as if meaning something else. Did he have a pet mouse he just let run around loose? He looked around, expecting as if on cue one to scurry out. None did.

Shrugging, he went to the fridge, some sodas bought for him for the week as he sat back, about to turn on the tube. That's when he noticed a toy gun on top of the TV.

"Oh wow! An old NES Zapper gun? I haven't seen one of these in ages!" He went to pick it up, before seeing a "DO NOT TOUCH" sticky note on it.

That was certainly weird. Why put a note like that on something plastic? Maybe it was left there by mistake, meant to go on something upstairs and the guy had just forgot.

Picking it up, Marshy made a few poses with it, pretending to aim at invisible targets and making a fake "pew pew" sound, before turning to the TV and aiming at his reflection, pulling the trigger with a 'click'.

What he didn't expect was a green beam to shoot out from the zapper, hit the TV, and bounce straight back at him, nailing him right in the chest. He yelped and dropped the gun, gasping as the effect was almost instantaneous as he watched everything dwindle around him, the only thing remaining normal was his clothing as he gasped, watching as the couch behind him expanded.

"Wh-who? Wh-at? How...?" Was all he could mumble as he he tried to make a break for the door, but the distance only seemed to be increasing the longer he ran. He then remembered he had the owner's cell phone and brought that up, dialing it as fast as he could, but as he and his phone shrank, he quickly realized he couldn't get reception.

His ears folded back as he watched himself barely come up along the leg of the sofa, the thing looking like a skyscraper at this size, before feeling a tap on his shoulder. He jumped forward and spun quickly, seeing a tubby cat standing there.

"Um...welcome I think. I guess you could resist either when taking the job, huh?" He twiddled his fingers a bit sheepishly. Marshy only shook his head no.

"Yeah, same. You didn't happen to leave the food out awhile, did you?"