This choice: …takes him to mom’s bathroom for medicine • Go Back...Chapter #4Bill the Pill by: badguy   Billy screamed in terror in Erica’s grasp as the world whipped past him at lightspeed. The familiar aspects of his home, now expanded to the size of planets speeding by, made him feel like he was losing his mind.
In Erica’s mind, she is trying to save her little brother. She recalls the other day when she saw her mom screwing the cap on what looked like to her as little pink candies, but Patricia explained to her very sternly that it was medicine and not candy for little girls. “Medicine is what you take when you are sick,” her mommy explained, and Billy certainly seemed sick now.
“Billy tiny! Billy tiny!” Erica shouted in alarm as she jogged down the upstairs hallway, toward her mother’s bedroom. Brittany poked her head out of her bedroom at the commotion, but Kati didn’t budge at all.
Erica stepped into the master bedroom’s bathroom and gently (to her, anyway) placed her “little” brother onto the counter. He immediately collapsed. She then tried to climb on top of the counter herself, hoping to get to the medicine cabinet.
“Don’t worry Billy. I’m gonna save you,” the out of breath giant huffed. Billy clutched his ears from the immense sound, but also made sure to back up as his giant sister was struggling to climb up onto the sink.
“Erica, stop! Take me back to Mom!” Billy shouted back, but she paid him no mind. At this size, his voice had no hope of reaching her ears and she was deadset on this pointless plan. Why did he have to be accosted by her, of all family members?
Erica had just managed to reach and open the medicine cabinet when she slipped, falling off the counter to the bathroom floor and taking not only her brother with her, but an avalanche of pill bottles. Billy screamed as the world spun, and then everything went black.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
“Urgh…” when Billy came to, there was more chaos than ever. Violent tremors was shaking the earth around him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself laying beside what looked like giant pink eggs, all around him and roughly the same size as his entire body. He winced as he could hear his sister crying, and voices booming from every direction.
“Oooh you’re gonna be in trouble!” Brittany was standing in the bathroom doorway, surveying the mess. Erica was sitting on the bathroom floor, surrounded by pill bottles, and one even managed to open and spill its contents all over the floor. She was crying her lungs out, and it didn’t take long before Patricia came running upstairs to answer the call.
“What on Earth is going on here?! Erica what did you do?!” Patricia rushed into the bathroom. At first she was terrified the kid got into something, but she just kept blubbering Billy’s name.
“What? Billy did this?” Patricia asked, holding the child up and trying to calm her down. She didn’t notice as her right foot landed mere centimeters next to her tiny son’s body, nearly flattening him.
“No, Billy is in his room,” Brittany replied, “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
Patricia calmed Erica down and carried her out of the room, “What did I tell you about the medicine cabinet. You have to stay out of Mommy’s things.” She turned to Britany for a second as she soothed the sobbing toddler, “can you clean all this up, dear?”
“But mooooom,” Brittany started, but she could tell from the look in her mom’s eye that she wasn’t in the mood. As Patricia walked off Brit sighed and kneeled down, scooping the pills on the floor with her hand into the accompanying bottle. If she had been more specifically paying attention, she would have noticed Billy’s tiny self caught up among the medicine. Instead she swept him into the bottle just the same, tightened the cap, and put the bottle on the counter.
Billy groaned as he lay upside down, amongst the other pills. His head was spinning and he barely had any idea of what just happened. All he knew was that he small and that he was trapped… somewhere. Billy crawled across the uneven surface to the orange plastic wall. He could make out a giant label on the other side with lettering. The words were backwards from his perspective but he could make out one phrasing that made his blood run cold:
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