Character Bios
Name: Anthony “Tony” Sawyer
Age: 6
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 3’7
Weight: 60
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Backstory: Being the youngest and smallest member of his family has never been easy for Tony Sawyer. While not enjoying time with his video games and action figures, he is navigating a household where his mother and older sister loom large over him. While Tony appreciates the love he receives from his family and loves them in return, he is tired of the affection constantly heaped upon him, and dreams of the day he is big enough to put an end to it. An experimental size-altering chemical has the potential to turn the tables on his overly adoring family - if he can just make sure he can get it to them without a hitch.
Name: Betty Ann Sawyer
Age: 34
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Height: 6’5
Weight: 170
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Backstory: The mother of Megan and Tony, Betty Ann has been devoted to her children since day one, and, following the death of her husband, has thrown herself into raising them. In spite of this tragedy, she remains cheerful and positive, keeping an upbeat look on life. She supports the family by running a small dance studio, working closely with Megan, and sometimes “volunteering” Tony as a mostly unwitting dance partner. Betty Ann tries to spend any spare time she has with her children, playing dolls with Megan or action figures with Tony (and her whimsical side occasionally finds her playing with their toys by herself when they are out of the room). She loves showering her children with hugs, kisses and physical affection, particularly Tony, whom she does not want to believe is growing up, and is inclined to mother him constantly, over his objections. Despite her kind, loving nature, Betty Ann is not particularly bright, and is a bit of a klutz. Her ditziness sometimes results in her inability to pick up minor details about things going on around her - like one of her children shrinking down to 3 inches tall.
Name: Megan Sawyer
Age: 9
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Height: 5’3
Weight: 110
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Backstory: Tony’s older sister, who sees her little brother as her constant playmate, whether he’s willing or not. Megan takes after her mother in both size and personality, often joining her in smothering Tony with love. Spare time finds her practicing ballet or playing with dolls, and trying to convince Tony to do the same.
Name: Dr. Lucy Leonhardt
Age: 29
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5’8
Weight: 125
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Backstory: The Sawyers’ eccentric but kind next-door neighbor, Dr. Leonhardt has invented numerous gadgets and formulas allowing humans to do extraordinary and dangerous things. Dr. Leonhardt is fond of Tony, and often gives him samples of her creations to use at home. While working, she tends to tune out the world and ignore anyone who may enter her laboratory.
“At last! It is finished!”
Dr. Lucy Leonhardt reaches into the chamber and extracts a small blue bottle. On a nearby table, 6-year-old Tony Sawyer watches excitedly. Tony is a frequent visitor to Dr. Leonhardt’s basement laboratory, as the young scientist has produced a wide array of inventions and chemicals that allow humans to perform incredible feats. The best part is, she will often give him samples to take home and test out. At various times, she has allowed him to fly, become invisible, and break the sound barrier while running. Dr. Leonhardt holds her latest concoction triumphantly.
“This,” she announces, “is the world’s only known shrinking formula. Not only will it shrink the drinker down, but while in effect, they will be nearly immortal.”
“You mean,” Tony asked, “that if you use that stuff to shrink, nothing can hurt you?”
“Not quite,” Dr. Leonhardt explained. “There are very few things that would be fatal, but my experiments have shown that the user can still very much feel pain. When I was testing it the other day, a bowling ball rolled over into me. I didn’t suffer any permanent damage, but it did hurt to the point I wished I was dead.” Sensing the excitement on Tony’s face, Dr. Leonhardt hands him the bottle, and answers the unasked question. “I can let you have this sample,” she tells him, “but you have to be careful with this. The formula is very volatile. A few drops can shrink you down to a matter of inches. And while I can make this chemical easily, it takes a while to make the antidote. That won’t be ready for at least a few days.” Tony thanks her and hurried out of the laboratory towards his house.
Tony steps through the door of his house and into the hall, hoping to make it to his room in peace. If he is quiet enough, he may be spared the overbearing ritual that usually accompanies his arrival. The cream of a floorboard stops him in his tracks, and as Tony looks up, the sight of a pink-clad streak bearing down on him dashes his hopes of a quiet arrival. With a shriek of delight, Tony’s older sister Megan leaps and levels her brother with a flying tackle, trapping him under her full weight. “Hi, Tony,” she calls out happily. “How’s my favorite little brother doing?”
Tony struggles to escape his big sister’s iron grip. For a girly girl who lives for ballet and dolls, Megan possesses a fair amount of physical strength. Sibling rivalry in the Sawyer house is practically nonexistent; in fact, Tony wishes his sister would argue and fight every now and then instead of the persistent hugs and forceful drafting of him into her girly games. He finally manages to struggle free, and marches off, trying to catch his breath. If he wanted to be greeted this way every day, his mother should let him get a dog - it would at least have a higher IQ. Tony sets off on his way once again, only to freeze in dread when Mega’s voice again cuts the air.
“MOM! TONY’S HOME!”
The ground begins to rumble, and Tony sees an even more imposing figure barreling down on him: his mother, Betty Ann Sawyer. With no time to dodge or escape, he can only brace for impact.
“There‘s my little boy,” she announces as she grabs her son, And lifts him effortlessly into the air before pressing him into her chest. “Did you have a good day today?”
“Mmph! Grrrgle! Mrrrm!” was all Tony could manage. Almost everything about his mother was big: big eyes, big lips, big hands, big feet, big bosom, big hips, big butt, and big heart. The only exception was her tiny brain. Betty Ann finally releases her grip, allowing Tony to fall to the floor, gasping and panting for air.
Tony finally reaches his bedroom, still sore from the hugs he received moments earlier. As he sets the vial of shrinking formula on his nightstand, he knows how he’s going to use it. While he loves his mother and sister very much, and appreciates the love they have for him, he is fed up with it coming in such powerful ways. Now he can play his video games without being dragged off for a tea party. Now he can take a shower on his own instead of his mom giving him a bath. Now he can have a break from bone-crushing hugs and slobbering kisses. Now he will be the big man in the house. Tony trudges downstairs to dinner, pondering how best to shrink his family.
That night, as Tony sits in front of the TV, still mulling his strategy over, he begins to feel light-headed. The feeling soon cascades to his entire body, and he tries to stand up, only to collapse to the floor, his strength completely sapped. Betty Ann, maternal instincts in full gear, races over and feels Tony’s forehead.
“Oh, my poor baby,” she declares. “Looks like you have a fever. Come on, Mister, it’s straight into bed with you.” Betty Ann lifts Tony up and carries him to his room. She ventures to the medicine cabinet and returns to Tony’s room with a small blue bottle of medicine. “Now just take a little of this,” she instructs, giving her son a few spoonfuls of the liquid, “And you should feel better in the morning.” She kisses Tony good night and leaves him to fall asleep.
The next morning, as Tony opens his eyes and sits up, he sees his door open and Betty Ann walk into the room, with Megan bounding in behind her. “How’s Mommy’s little angel doing today?” she asks sweetly.
“A lot better today, Mom,” Tony replies. “I don’t even feel anything anymore.”
“That’s good,” Betty Ann says. You must have just had a 24-hour flu. Still, you should probably take a little more medicine just to be sure. Megan, honey, can you hand me the medicine bottle? It’s over there on the nightstand.”
“Okay, Mom,” Megan answers, as she reaches behind her to grab the bottle off the nightstand. She hands it to her mother, who gives Tony a liberal helping of the liquid. When she finishes and they exit the room, Tony smiles evilly as he picks up his bottle off the nightstand, invigorated and ready to put his plan into action. He turns the bottle over in his hand, only to gasp in horror when he reads the label:
COLD AND FLU MEDICINE
The realization hits Tony instantly. “That means,” he mutters to himself, “the bottle that Megan grabbed...the stuff Mom poured down my throat...that was....”
Tony feels himself falling back down into his mattress, as walls, bookshelves and pillows stretch up to tower over him. When everything finally stops, Tony glances over to his dresser, to estimate that he is about half the size of the Transformer action figure on his dresser. He estimated his size to be that of Megan’s doll children.
The room begins to shake and thunderous noise that Tony quickly recognizes as footsteps approaches. The door opens and in comes...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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