And so the next couple of hours of your day was decided; instead of being reunited with Zoe and making amends, you’d be spending it here. At Lydia’s house, in her room, in a jar. You looked around your glass prison for a solution, but the task seemed impossible. The walls provided nothing to grab onto, so climbing was impossible, and the top was too high to simply jump to. You toyed with the idea of breaking the jar - it’s only glass, after all - but several attempts to break through only yielded a sore shoulder and not a single crack. It was impossible. You were too small, too weak, to escape.
Lydia returned from her errands after two hours, though it felt like she was gone all day. Upon entering the room, she looked to her desk where the jar and its occupant remained exactly where she left it. She smirked. She loved being right.
“No luck?” She teased as she sat at her desk. She breathed on the glass and drew a frowning face on the foggy condensation.
You continued to sit defeated in the jar, staring at the floor.
“Helloooo?” Lydia tapped the glass several times. “Earth to Jack? I’m trying to gloat here and you’re ignoring me.”
You looked up at the giant smug face. “If I say you win, will you take me to Zoe?” You stood up and walked closer to Lydia, pressing yourself against the glass like a puppy desperate to be adopted.
Lydia rolled her eyes and made a snorting sound, like she was snoring. “This again! Zoe, Zoe, Zoe… You know other girls exist, right? Besides, that wasn’t the deal. I said I’d take you to Zoe if you escaped! No escape equals no Zoe. Sorry dude. Rules are rules.” She reached for the jar and picked it up, your once stable footing turning hostile beneath you. You stumbled around in an attempt to stay balanced, but soon fell and slid around to the whims of Lydia’s positioning of the jar.
She emptied you out on to the desk and you landed uncomfortably in a pile. Lydia chuckled quietly as you gathered yourself, standing up once again to face her.
“Sorry.” She said unconvincingly. “Thought you’d land on your feet…”
“Can you just make me big again?” You were officially done with being small. You’d find some other way to win Zoe back, but being tiny sucked.
“What?!” Lydia’s responded like a child being told they couldn’t keep their favourite toy. “Seems kinda wasteful, doesn’t it? I mean, you spend all that money on a shrinking serum and don’t even use it for the whole day?”
“Yes, fine, call it a waste. I’m an idiot and you’re a genius! You win, Lydia! Now give me the antidote.”
Lydia thought for a moment, leaving you in uncomfortable silence. All you wanted was to be normal sized again, but your freedom hinged on her. Finally, she spoke. “I’ll tell you what, Jack; I’ll make you big again on one condition…”