It had started out so normal…

Which, of course, was a formula for something to go wrong.

It was a normal day for Sasha Nein and Milla Vodello. Milla got up out of her round, cushy magenta bed and sang in the shower. She brushed her teeth with toothpaste that was sparkly, and she put on a form fitting white dress with aqua blue polka dots and skipped away. Sasha got up out of his lab chair where he'd fallen asleep, decided not to shower owing to his urgent experiments, and changed his clothes so fast, most military officers wouldn't have been able to match him. In a dark green sweater and matching pants – his version of casual – he bypassed breakfast as per usual and walked, dignified, out of his lab. Milla ate pizza. And as everything fell into its normal rhythm of boredom and happiness, something not-so-weird happened. Sasha and Milla got a call from HQ.

Of course, Sasha was there early, even though he stopped to set a squirrel or two aflame. As usual, Milla was late, owing partly to the fact she stopped to pet the squirrels, talk to them, ask one named Joe if his ex wife was letting him have custody of the kids, and tell John, the albino squirrel, that if he wanted to be bisexual, it was his choice and he had her support. As always, Milla was enthusiastic, happy with the world and noticing all the beauty around her. Sasha was staring out the window, looking bored in a strange way. Like he was so bored he didn't think anything but boredom existed.

They listened to their assignment and the details of their mission in polite silence, like they always did, and then they took the jet to the not-so-weird location of Whispering Rock, where one Cadet had gone mad and was apparently threatening to kill everyone.

That's where things finally started to get weird.

The Cadet was named Don Kitty Lick. All the kids hated him. They were planning to murder him! And the counselors, they acted so nice; but they talked about how weak he appeared when he wasn't looking! Oh, he could tell! The kids who thought he was their friend, oh, well, he wasn't sure what they were planning, but it was probably something hideous and evil! They thought he was insane, but he'd show them!

Don was short, with yellow hair in a ponytail and blue-tinted skin. His eyes were pitch black like an aliens. He wore nothing but the color orange. And though he was incredibly skinny, and usually looked geeky, whilst he was holding 3 kids above an open fire via TK, he looked just like a terrorist.

Born into an ultra-rich family, Don's issues began when his father ran off with his secretary. Don was devastated. His mother was insane and could be perfectly nice one day, then evil the next. She threw things at him and screamed and ranted about random things like the price of grapefruit and whether or not squirrels had small intestines. Don's little sister had bug-eyes and painted French mosaics on the wall in her spare time whilst chanting 'I like chicken' over and over. And Don's older brother was a drunk who painted cave drawings of pigs on the ceilings with blood and wine. Yeah, so we all can understand why Don was insane himself. He also had an obsession with shiny things.

"Darling," Milla said soothingly. "There's no need to harm them. Come on down here and let's talk this out like we're supposed to, hmm?" Her tone was soothing, but Don hated her, even though he hadn't even met her.

"You're all against me!" He screamed, letting one of his hostages drop closer to the fire. Milla gasped, but Sasha simply held out a hand and telekinetically yanked the dangling kid out of Don's startled grasp and laid the choking little girl, named Suzie Pumpkinbrittle, down gently on the ground. "That Goth guy especially!"

Sasha's eyebrows shot up at being called 'Goth', and under any other circumstances he would've been torn between laughing and doing psychoanalysis on the kid. Milla gave him a look, scanning her partner up and down. She would have told Don that Sasha wasn't Gothic – he didn't have the willpower to break himself away from his Brain Tumbler for long enough to be himself let alone anything else – but of course, this was not the moment to get into that debate. So instead, she just took a deep breath.

"Don, darling, this isn't the way to go!" Milla insisted. "Become something important and rub it in their face! Don't prove that you're worthless!"

"SHUT! UP!" Don screamed.

Then bright blue light flashed everywhere, and Milla and Sasha's shields failed them. Thrown backwards, both could've sworn they felt something hit their necks before a curious shrinking sensation came over them. Sasha was the first to faint, then Milla. It wasn't normal fainting, either. In normal fainting, everything either goes black suddenly or gradually. This time, they were getting flashes of vision, like when you blink as rapidly as you can. Then everything eased into black.

They didn't know it then, but it was the start of a long, weird day.

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When Sasha first awoke, one thing registered with him: he was naked. And apparently in some sort of weird blankets. Then his eyes opened. He looked down. His clothes and sunglasses were suddenly so big… What was WRONG with that Don kid? Did he have a crush on Sasha and want to see him like that? He sighed. Note to self: Get Don therapy. And NEVER wear anything that can easily be removed. EVER. Then he turned towards where Milla had fallen – she was only a few feet from him. Then he realized something was truly wrong.

She was so short. And so much more childlike. Her hair was mid-back length now. And her clothes were way to big as well. For the moment, she was sleeping peacefully. Her earrings had fallen out of her ears. Milla looked about eight.

Then he figured out what happened.

His age had somehow been reduced. But, no, that was impossible. No psychic had ever done anything like that. Still, his mind argued against his sanity, what other explanation was there? Sasha sighed exasperatedly. Why had wanted things to change? He was happy being smart, isolated, and relatively stylish. Childhood was awful. Sasha ran a hand through his hair. What had he done to deserve this?

Milla stirred beside him, and her green eyes opened. "Darling," she asked, her voice an octave higher, a little softer, and much more girly. "What happened?"

"Milla," he replied sullenly, trying to keep that unholy degree of calm he always retained, "We've had our age reduced."

"Huh?" she muttered none-too-intelligently, sitting up… Which gave her ample reason to realize she no longer had any chest of any kind, which, trust me, automatically gets most women's attention. She looked herself up and down, pulled her dress up over her chest, and screamed.

"Oh my God oh my God oh God!" Milla yelled, trying to stand up and hold her dress up. Sasha sat, catatonic, as she screamed for Agent Oleander, who had been by the jet (as his little 'Loboto incident' had gotten him orders not to do anything else) when they'd been hit. "AGENT OLEANDER! HELP!" Then she reached down and shook Sasha awkwardly with one hand. "Darling, move! Say something!" She noticed, for the first time, that his eyes were a very beautiful black. But they were hollow. "SASHA!"

Then Agent Oleander levitated over to them. "What the f- SASHA? MILLA?" he stared at them, Sasha laying as if dead and Milla, clutching her clothes to her, lower lip trembling.

"Morry," Milla intoned desperately, "I think you should call HQ now."

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Me: This is a sign I clearly have no talent…

Kedra, my muse of randomness: We've known that ever since fifth grade…

Me: I need some psychological help… Anyways, this is just a filler idea whilst I come out of writer's block on everything else. That and I like the idea of an eight-year-old Sasha! -squeals- so cute and dignified!

Kedra: I wonder if I should resign from my job. You seem to be random enough as it is. Anyway, three reviews will earn you a whole new chapter of this insanity. That's right, we're not updating until we know there are at least 3 people out there who like this.