Randall, tall for his age with a mop of brown hair, hefts his backpack and glances at Aron, who is shorter and sports a shock of blond hair. Aron grins mischievously, his blue eyes sparkling in the fading light, and nudges Randall with an elbow.
"My parents are out until Friday. Wanna come over? We can play games or just hang out,"
"Sure, sounds cool. I've got nothing else going on,"
Aron tosses his bag into a corner, flopping onto the bed with a bounce. Randall sits beside him, stretching his long legs out and running a hand through his hair. The air hums with the faint buzz of a video game console idling nearby.
"Check this out," Aron says, grabbing the toy gun and pointing it at Randall playfully.
"What is that, some kind of Nerf thing?" Randall laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender.
Randall blinks and realizes he’s no longer full-sized—he’s barely the height of an action figure. The giant face of Aron hovers above, a wicked grin splitting his features.
"Not so tall now, are you? How’s it feel to be the little guy for once?"
Randall stumbles, his voice tiny and panicked. Aron plucks him up easily, his fingers rough and unyielding.
Aron strips Randall of his tiny clothes, laughing as he dangles him by the arm. Randall squirms, cheeks burning with humiliation as Aron parades him around the room, gloating.
"Guess you’re my toy now, Randall. Who’s the strong one?"
"Let me go! This isn’t funny anymore!" Randall protests, but Aron only laughs and sets him on a pillow, watching him struggle.
Summoning every ounce of courage, Randall sprints across the fabric landscape, leaping onto the trigger with all his might. The gun hums to life, and a wild beam engulfs Aron, shrinking him down to figurine size as well.
"What did you do?!" Aron squeaks, voice high and terrified.
The gun flashes again, shifting modes, and suddenly rests at its normal size between them.
Randall towers over Aron for the first time, savoring the reversal. Without hesitation, he seizes Aron, ignoring his pleas.
"Now you know what it’s like to be helpless," he says, his voice cold.
In a moment of final vengeance, Randall devours Aron, ending the cruel game as the bedroom falls silent, the toy gun glinting ominously in the lamplight.
