Mulder watched the door shut after his partner finally departed. When he was sure she wasn't going to come back, he got up, walked across his office, and fastened the lock on the doorknob, just to make sure he wasn't interrupted.
As he walked back towards his desk, Mulder thought back about what Scully said. She didn't want to be reminded what it was like to be small, and was glad there wasn't any evidence that anything really happened, beyond a simple unexplained case of mass hallucination. Well, he thought, I can certainly oblige.
Mulder had spent his life trying to collect evidence that there were, in fact, things in this world beyond the ken of normal science. That's what drove him to stay with the X-Files well after he should've transferred somewhere else. There were, however, times when his pursuit of the truth had to take a back seat. Times like this, where the wishes of his partner took precedence--and where the evidence, important as it was, really didn't
Dana blinked. That was Mulder's voice! "Wha--? W-what happened?" she managed, shaking her head and trying to get the spots to go away. She felt strangely cold.
"You did it!" he told her excitedly. "I was almost gone, but I saw the crystal blow up. We're back to normal!"
Scully glanced over towards the sound of his voice. Mulder was crouching about two yards away, wearing nothing but a white T-shirt. Embarrassed, he glanced off to one side.
She looked around. She was in the darkened basement, but everything was back to its proper proportions. The unpleasant feeling of being small was fading fast, like a forgotten dream. How could she have ever thought she was actually only an inch high? The whole thing was crazy!
Scully's eyes slowly adjusted and she took in her surroundings. Hawthorne's body lay close by, in a pool of his own blood. He was clearly dead, but his eyes were normal, with no trace of their bizarre mutation. The
The gun's explosion was followed by a loud thud as Hawthorne's body collapsed to the ground just a few feet away. The smell of ozone, burning powder, and blood swept over the two agents.
"God," muttered Mulder, "I didnth ethpect him to do that. Do you think it thtopped the effecth?"
"No," Scully answered sadly. "No, you heard what he said. He couldn't help us. We're still going to go away."
"I wath afraid of that," Mulder muttered as best he could. Speech seemed to be getting harder for him by the moment. He looked even younger and smaller now than he did just a minute before.
Scully, too, felt smaller. The tied-on pants finally gave up and slid off her hips. All she had on now was the doll's blouse, which hung on her like a folded sheet. Not that she cared any more. In a minute or two, she'd disappear into it forever.
"I nefer got t' tell you," Mulder rasped, "but I--"
"No, don't say it," Scully interrupted. "We both know how we feel
Mulder cringed as he watched Hawthorne stride away. Even though he knew everything was hopeless now, he still couldn't sit still while that madman tortured Scully! Without hesitation, he ripped off his oversized clothes, tied his undershirt about him in a makeshift toga, and rushed off after his partner.
Running proved to be surprisingly difficult. His mind knew what running was supposed to feel like, but his much shorter, stubbier legs didn't cooperate like they should. Mulder tripped twice, bouncing off the soft carpet both times, until finally he rounded the corner to see Hawthorne start down the stairs to the basement. Behind him, the door started to close of its own accord.
Mulder rushed forward, trying to get to the door before it shut. He made it by scant inches, diving just in time to get his hand into the gap. Cautiously he opened the crack large enough to slip in, and took a step down the stairs. That's when he realized he couldn't see a thing in the
"Tell you what, Dana," said Hawthorne, glancing over at the tiny woman on his table. "You stay here, all right? I'm going to go down and check on my good friend Elmer. And while I'm down there, I'll pick up your new house, too."
Scully nodded weakly, but didn't reply. To her amazement, her captor simply turned and strode off, leaving her alone in the living room without a care in the world. She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, when his head suddenly popped back around the corner. Two gigantic red eyes stared back at her, the lips beneath them curled into a demented smile that made his face even more horrific. "Oh, and don't even try to run off," he called out. "I'll be keeping my eyes on you. I can see right through the walls, remember? Ha ha!"
Scully's shoulders slumped. Well, maybe he could see everything, but he hadn't noticed yet that he failed to keep her from shrinking further. Perhaps that was just as well. The smaller she got, the less likely
Volume VIII of my Tales of Scale book series is now available! This short story collection is based around the theme of Bargains & Deals! For more information on the contents, click on the image below!
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From now on, I'm going to post a brand new Photoshop SW collage every Friday, along with (if applicable) a brief story explaining what's going on in the image. This week features poor Lori, a cheerlead
Volume VII of Dr. Minimizer's Tales of Scale, "Survival of the Littlest," is now available! This short story collection focuses on the theme of contests and challenges. For more about the contents, click on the cover image below!
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Are you the same Minimizer whose website I used to frequent all the time back in the early 00s? If so, your SW stories were among the first size fetish stories I ever read! I still remember "Glass Ceiling" and "SW Casino".
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