The Device
Poor Mark Pensky managed to wiggle his tube-like body across the floor. Movement took forever and left the poor little grub exhausted as he tried to make sense of the enormous world that his own home had become. He still couldn't believe Tommy had simply abandoned him to this horrible fate. He doubted the teenager would ever come back.
He stared up with his dark, beady grub eyes and realized he was doomed. He could never manage to reverse the changes and restore himself without Tommy's help. He berated himself for his trust in the thoroughly irresponsible teenager.
He wandered for days, traversing the floors of his rooms if for no other reason than to give himself something to do. Even when he slept, he had bad dreams about huge, stomping feet.
He lost track of the days. Had he been transformed four days ago? Five?
He couldn't remember.
He tried to puzzle out the answer, but his concentration snapped when the front door opened...
He stared up with his dark, beady grub eyes and realized he was doomed. He could never manage to reverse the changes and restore himself without Tommy's help. He berated himself for his trust in the thoroughly irresponsible teenager.
He wandered for days, traversing the floors of his rooms if for no other reason than to give himself something to do. Even when he slept, he had bad dreams about huge, stomping feet.
He lost track of the days. Had he been transformed four days ago? Five?
He couldn't remember.
He tried to puzzle out the answer, but his concentration snapped when the front door opened...