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Once upon a time, there was a man named Kall. Now Kall was someone that you would call a pariah. This was mainly due to his size. Kall is about the size of a one-year-old, and yes I mean one year old. He has a rare disease called Falxacopia. Flaxacopia causes the infected to slowly start de-aging to the body size of a one-year-old starting once the infected hits the age of 30. Now as you have probably figured out, Kall did get married way before his infection and as a result, he had one very pretty daughter who may or may not also be infected with Flaxacopia. Now with all of that out of the way, its time to tell a story of love, humiliation and a story of one man can be out through so much and still not come out on top. This is Kall The Regressed.
It all started on a day like any other, the sun was shining the birds were chirping and one man was again late for work.
“Beep.”
“Beep.”
“Beep.”
“Smash!” Kall’s hand flew from his bed to turn off that ridiculous beeping, I mean how many times could one person be late? Then with a turn of his head, he read his alarm clock. The time read 7:10 am, and to help clarify it to the readers he was scheduled to be at work at 7:30. “Shit it's already that late? Ohh the boss is going to shoot me this time for sure.” As Kall went through his normal routine he noticed that his pants seemed to be a little loose. But he just passed over it without a second thought. I mean how harmful could a little weight loss be.
Now I could tell you the exciting tale of how Kall got to work that morning, running almost every red light that he came across or how he literally almost ran over a flower shop but I think it's not too important. Anyway, Kall made it to work that morning with one minute to spare. Right on time. As Kall began his normal routine, helping people with their taxes he began to notice that he was getting shorter not too much shorter but at least a little right? Oh well, he would have the doctor look at it in the morning I mean what's the harm of calling in sick? That night he came home gave his wife a kiss and headed to bed.
As Kall woke up the next morning the first thing that he noticed was that his bed seemed very wet, so wet in fact that it covered his entire body. Now it could be that Kall has reverted back to bed wetting every now and again but this seemed different somehow. When Kall went to lift the sheets off of him they seemed very, very heavy. After a little bit of struggling Kall finally managed to get the sheets off of him but instead of seeling his 4’9ft brown eyes and blond hair staring back at him from the body length mirror attached to the side of his dresser. A one-year-old stared back.
Now at this point, most people would have screamed, cried or some other normal reaction. But instead of any of that, Kall just sat there. With his mouth wide open trying to trick himself into believing that it was all a dream and that if he went back to sleep he would wake up late for his job just like normal. But instead of any of that Kall just decided to roll with it and call his wife.
“Ring”
“Ring”
“Click ... Hello”
Now at this point, Kall could still abort this phone call and tell her he but dialed her or never talk to her again but that all flew out the window the moment his wife said the magic words. “Honey are you all right or is something wrong?” That's when he broke he began to speak in his new high pitched voice telling her all about how he woke up the size of an infant and how the sheets were covered in only what he could guess is pee. Now most wives would have called the police or just assumed that this was a prank call. But as for Kall’s wife she believed it or at the very least hoped that it was true.