So after Roger smacked lil Tic-Tac on the nose with a rolled up newspaper for being an evil puppy, he decided to call it a night and slip into his warm, snuggly bed.
Sometime after midnight, around three AM, Roger awoke to find a weight on his chest.
It was Tic-Tac.
"Mmgmmmp...?! " Roger tried to say, but noticed his mouth was duct tapped shut. Tac grinned an evil, devilish grin, and held up a frightful looking syringe with a terrifying red liquid swirling about inside of it.
Nervously, Roger tried to move, but to his horror, his arms and legs were paralyzed from the neck down. Tic-Tac, and plunged the deadly syringe into Roger's neck, while Roger tried helplessly, to let out a scream.
In the morning, Rodger wasn't quite the same. Instead of words, he barked- instead of walking about on two legs, he scampered on all fours, and when he took his clothes off, he found the small, thin hair over his body, was beginning to grow in nice and thick- almost like a coat...almost like a coat with black splotches all over it...and more horrifying then anything...he was growing smaller...and smaller...and smaller...and smaller...

*Drawn by CW ^-^ *