The kid gasps a breath as he rises from the goop. The whispers slither their way around him, many voices unable to come together as one. Darkness surrounds him, like a black void he can somehow see in. The green liquid clings onto him as he pulls his body away from the ground. He immediately notices his arm and leg have returned to flesh. He looks at it incredulously, slapping his face. No metal plate, just normal cheek. 

I really did need to clean my desk, though it was never more apparent than it was then. There I stood, shrunken down to the size of my mouse, on the desk I had worked at every day since I moved for college. Tiny bits of dust were scattered across the table like tumbleweeds in the desert. They were tiny before today at the very least. Now, they were chunks half the size of me, caught in crevices in the table or gathered into corners I hadn’t touched. I looked off at the large clock I had hung on the opposite wall. It had been about an hour since I’d found myself on this table. How did this even happen to me?