They were all asleep. Neither one of them knew what was going on. Just a normal day of their blissful lives that gone haywire. One after another, they opened their eyes. They found themselves trapped inside separate jars. They looked up to see the limited air they were given. Each try to understand what has happened to them. Some panicked, some fainted, and just some didn't even care. They were shrunk to the sizes of ants. They couldn't put all the clues together, but they did find out something unusual. They look around the room, noticing the awkward presence of being there before.
"Michael?" Asked Otto.
"Yeah. I know. We all been here before. But could it possibly be her room?"
"Of course! Just look around. The walls are pink. The posters resemble her favorite things. There are even pictures of her!"
"Cool it, Otto." Yelled Jose. "If you lose your cool, then problems would keep coming. So whatever the reason, keep your cool. You understand?"
"Yeah, bro."
"Good. How's Chris and Connor doing over there, Michael?"
"They're still unconscious, but I think they'll get out of it sooner or later. Right now we need to think of what going on and how we're going to get out of this."
What they didn't expect was the door unlocking. Michael, Otto, and Jose watched as the door opened. They stared at the people like they were alien fugitives.They couldn't believe it was actually real. The truth busted through the door, and all five of their best girl friends were part of this. They we humongous, and looking mighty sexy for their eyes only. Rebecca was the first to come in, since this was apparently her room to begin with. None of the guys never thought this would happen to them. Did they do anything wrong? it was too soon to tell.
"WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK WHAT WE GOT HERE, GIRLS. A COUPLE OF FOOLS TRAPPED IN JARS." Rebecca teased. "I'M REAL SORRY WE HAD TO DO THIS, BUT YOU GUYS WERE JUST PERFECT FOR THE JOB."
"What are you going to do with us?" Jose screamed. Donna stepped up, and shook his jar uncontrollably, scaring him and making him fall to his butt.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN?!"
"CALM DOWN, DONNA. YOU'LL SOON BE ABLE TO COMMAND HIM LATER." Rebecca then walked over to Michael's jar. "HI, MIKEY. HOW ARE YOU FEELING TONIGHT?"
"Eh. I'm alright. Just bored."
"OKAY. MARIAN, SHAKE THOSE JARS TO WAKE THE LAST TWO GUYS UP."
"ALL RIGHT." Marian stepped out of line, and shook the jars in a fast swirling motion. She picked them up and pummeled them back down. In a matter of seconds, Connor and Chris were getting up from their panic attack to see their friends in tiny form, and their girl friends in mega form.
"What's going on?!" Connor screamed. He was never used to surprises such as these. "Why are we so small?"
"Don't worry about it, Connor. Just play along, and everything will be fine."
"You sure, Jose?"
ANYWAYS," Rebecca interrupted, "IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT, AND MY GIRLS NEED TO GET HOME. SO NOW WE DECIDE WHO GETS TO GO WITH WHO TONIGHT."
Each girl grabbed a jar of each guy and placed them on the ground. Then they saw Rebecca go through her closet, pulling out an empty bottle of coke. It was set in the middle, and the girls all formed a mini-circle around it. Then Rebecca started with the announcement.
"THESE RULES ARE ONLY GOING TO BE SAID ONCE, SO LISTEN UP. THIS IS GOING TO BE LIKE A BACHELOR GAME, WHERE I PULL A JAR UP, AND US GIRLS HAVE TO DECIDE IF WE WANT HIM OR NOT. IF THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE CHOOSERS, THEN WE PLACE THE LITTLE GUY IN THE BOTTLE, AND SPIN HIM UNTIL IT CHOOSES AT RANDOM. ANY QUESTIONS?"
"I do." Otto raised his hand, thinking he'd actually get a say in this. "Do we get any say in this?"
"OF COURSE NOT! SLAVES DON'T GET ANY SAY IN ANYTHING. NOW BE QUIET, AND LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"
She grabbed Michael, who was the first in line. He couldn't help but look a little satisfied. He's been wanting a little bit of excitement all his life, but was this the kind he wanted? He wiped his smile once he was fully raised.
"NOW, DOES ANYBODY WANT HIM?" None of the girls raised their hand. They looked at him with a disgusted face. It was too embarrassing for him to see nobody wanted him. "WELL THEN, IT'S OFF TO-"
"I'LL TAKE HIM!" They all turned to Marian, who quickly rose her hand up high. This was surprise to everyone, but the feeling slipped away quickly.
"AND NOW MICHAEL OFFICIALLY BELONGS TO MARIAN!" She gave Marian Michael's jar, and she looked at it all astounded and such.
"ALL RIGHT. NEXT WE HAVE..." She pulls out the next one, which was Otto. "OTTO!" The only one who rose her hand was Kelly. It wasn't much of a surprise. They were always together even when he was big.
"NEXT UP IS JOSE!" This was the one who doubled the other captives's votes. Rebecca and Donna rose their hand high.
"REBECCA, YOU SAID I WOULD BE ABLE TO CONTROL HIM."
"YOU WOULD. AS LONG AS YOU WIN THE BOTTLE CHALLENGE." She opened Jose's lid, and poured him into the coke bottle, tightening the cap to conceal him. She then twisted the bottle with great strength. Jose couldn't keep his balance within, and just collapsed by the velocity. Eventually, it stopped, and the bottle pointed to Donna.
"YES! I WIN! WHICH MEANS HE'S ALL MINE!" She grabbed his jar, and poured him out back to his jail cell. She looked at him with a devilish grin, but Jose tried not to look so frightened.
"MOVING ON, WE HAVE CONNER OVER HERE." Then Selphie raised her hand. She hasn't said a word all night. Also, she was too difficult to get along with. How was Connor going to put up with that?
"AND THE LAST JAR, CHRIS, GOES TO ME." She didn't seem very enthusiastic about it. She lost Jose to Donna, but at least she didn't go empty-handed. Four honks were outside the house, and the rest of the girls had to leave.
"LOOK LIKE IT'S TIME FOR YOU GUYS TO LEAVE. REMEMBER ONE THING: THESE GUYS ARE SHRUNKEN FOR SLAVE PURPOSES. IF THEY DON'T COOPERATE, THEN JUST TEACH THEM A LESSON. SOONER OR LATER, THEY WILL BREAK AND BEGIN TO SEE US AS MASTERS. SO GOOD LUCK, AND WE'LL SEE EACH OTHER SOME OTHER TIME. GOODNIGHT."
"SEE YA, REBECCA!" They all said in unison. Then they all left to their homes, and thus began each guy's torture.
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