“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”
The Repairman listened as he dashed over to the door, nodding solemnly. This couldn’t be fun for any of them…
“Hey, Bonk,” he called out, opening the door and looking all around, “You still in here? We can figure this out if you just…”
His voice trailed off, eyes widening as he saw something….
Bonk was, in fact, still in the kitchen. However, she was now on top of the table, scurrying about and trying to drag a pen along with her. As soon as she heard someone come in the door, she slid down the table and onto a chair. “Beep, I think I’ve figured it out. When we all got shrunk… You felt it, didn’t you? It was kinda like a wave of something, wasn’t it? So if we can figure out where it came from, maybe we can turn back!”
And then she took notice of Mr. Sir. “Yo, Ink Dude! Did you feel it? Anything weird when you came in… here…?” It took her a moment, but she realized what he was holding. She couldn’t believe it, but… Was this the thing that shrunk them? “Y… Y-y… You didn’t…?“
“Huh… OH! No, no…”
Hastily, to prove it wasn’t him, the Repairman turned and fired the shrink ray at one of the empty chairs, reducing it to the size of a stress ball with a yellow beam. A far cry from the waves Bonkakira described.
“…I was somehow unable to even come in here,” he explained. “I think this thing has a reverse setting somewhere, though…”
He took a look at the dial on the side. A lot of the labeling was worn off, though…
“I know there was a reverse on here…I helped a rabbit out with it once…”
Uncertainly, he closed his eyes and spun the dial like it was a board game spinner. He pointed the gun at the nearest Misfit.
“Okay…” his voice wavered, “Here goes…”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 