"Ugh, for corn's sake...I need a potion that actually works!"

Blake Heart groaned as yet another of his magical concoctions evaporated into nothingness. For days, he had been in his dorm room, struggling to brew up a potion that would help him impress his crush, yet not one of his elixirs had any effect. The mage consulted his spellbook one more time, noticing that he needed one more additive: butterfly wings. Partly due to his lack of this ingredient, but mostly because he was in a rush, Blake decided that one small substitution wouldn't hurt. Fortunately, he had swatted a bothersome fly earlier - cutting off the dead bug's wings, the mage dropped them into his last remaining flask...

...only to regret this decision mere seconds later, at which point the bubbling brew exploded and knocked Blake unconscious!

When he came to, Blake reached a hand to his aching forehead and realized that he felt...different. His room appeared many times larger than it should be, and he felt something odd on his back. Were those...wings?

Blake looked at his reflection in his mirror and was horrified upon learning the truth. "I've been turned into a tiny fly!!" he attempted to scream, his efforts only amounting to a series of buzzing noises. At least the young man's human mind remained intact.

Clumsily flying up to his desk, Blake looked around for some kind of antidote to his unwanted transformation. It quickly occurred to the mage-turned-insect that even if he were to find a cure, a bug's buzzes wouldn't work for spellcasting. Thus, he would need help from one of his friends to change him back to normal.

But how would Blake even get someone to assist him in his current state without being mistaken for an ordinary, annoying fly? Maybe he could use his insect legs to write an SOS message? Or perhaps he could seek help directly, since his window was open...