Shiloh High buzzed with the restless energy of Gen-Z teenagers teetering on chaos, known for their energetic school spirit. Posters for clubs and sports covered the walls, but a new kind of viral Tik-Tok trend had taken hold: infamously labeled "Shrink & Goon". Whispers spread of a experimental device with shrink technology, that had somehow fallen into students’ hands. Teachers, the attractive ones in particular, vanished unexplainably from staff lounges and classrooms, only to re-appear days later dramatically shaken with noticeable signs of PTSD. As Principal Harper watched the latest flyer about the “challenge” flutter across her desk, a cold knot of dread formed in her stomach. This was escalating fast.
After a busy afternoon, Principal Harper, a sharp, silver-streaked brunette in her late 40s, sits behind her polished oak desk exhausted. A crumpled flyer about "Shrink & Goon" trembles in her hand as she stares out the window at the bustling hallway just outside her office. Her younger assistant who brought the issue to light, Ms. Delaney, fidgets nervously beside her.
Principal Harper: “This… this is completely out of control. Another teacher gone this week, vanished from their classroom, only to returned two days later...paralyzed from the trauma and unable to teach again.”
Ms. Delaney: “I saw it, ma’am. Mrs. Thornton…she disappeared from the staff lounge for almost three days. When she came back…she was completely mute, not speaking a single word to anyone.”
Principal Harper: (slams the flyer down, her voice rising) “And they’re starting to call it a game! A challenge! If this spreads any further...”
Ms. Delaney: “...we...we're going to lose control. The boys aren’t even hiding it anymore.”
Principal Harper: (leaning forward, eyes flashing) “Then it’s time we hit back. Confiscate the devices, lock down the school immediately and rescue these shrunken teachers. We'll call in tech support if we have to. I want them fully restored to their original sizes ASAP. No one shrinks a teacher and gets away with it, not on my watch!”
Principal Harper and Ms. Delaney burst into Mrs. Kelley’s classroom without notice, their hearts racing fast. Suddenly a mischievous and mysterious figure wearing a dark grey hoodie quickly ran out of the door before Principal Harper could catch a good glimpse of him, dropping the device used to shrink teachers along the way.
A tiny, squeaky voice came from the desk. Turning around, Principal Harper froze at the breathtaking site...there on the desk, no taller than five inches tall, was Mrs. Kelley shrunken, waving her arms and jumping up and down on a stack of ungraded papers.
A sudden wave of relief washed over Principal Harper as she reached down and gently picked up Mrs. Kelley from off her desk, seeing that she was unharmed. But a gnawing unease settled in. Nothing could have prepared any of them for what was waiting just beyond.
The atmosphere shifted the instant they pushed open the door to Mrs. Frampton’s room. The nervous adrenaline of rescuing Mrs. Kelley gave way to a heavy, uneasy silence.
On the desk, dwarfed by textbooks and scattered papers, Mrs. Frampton lay shrunken to just a few inches tall, trembling violently in a shallow pool of thick, white goo that clung to her clothes and skin. Her tiny frame curled in on itself, shivering, her face pale as she fought the wave of nausea rising in her chest.
Principal Harper’s hand slid carefully beneath her, lifting her up from the sticky surface. In the vast cradle of the principal’s palm, Mrs. Frampton huddled into herself, visibly shaken, her breaths shallow and ragged. She looked as though she might be sick at any moment—yet whatever horror had befallen her was only a shadow of what was still to come.
Principal Harper’s face twisted in disgust as she looked down at the trembling, goo-slicked Mrs. Frampton curled in her palm. The sight seemed to harden her rage simmering just beneath her skin.
Principal Harper [her voice low but seething]: “This is unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable.”
She thrust her semen drenched hand toward Ms. Delaney, who recoiled at the sight but quickly steadied herself.
Principal Harper [snapping]: “Go get Mrs. Frampton cleaned up—this instant!”
Ms. Delaney nodded quickly, nervously cupping her hand ready to receive the shivering miniature teacher, though her own expression was pale with shock.
Devastated by the findings, Principal Harper felt her stomach twist into a sickening knot. The gravity of what she'd just discovered sank deep into her gut, and she could barely keep her composure. Yet, despite the rising panic, she fought to steady herself. Her hands trembled, but she didn't let it stop her. With a sharp breath, she picked up the phone, heart pounding as she dialed the authorities.
They pushed open the door to Ms. Ruiz’s classroom and froze—the scene before them snapping into focus like a nightmare caught mid-frame. At the front of the room, Brian, one of the taller juniors, was hunched over her desk, the glint of the shrink device still glowing faintly around Ms. Ruiz. Sadly, she was already no bigger than a doll, struggled helplessly, her tiny voice lost beneath Brian’s rugged grunts.
“Brian!” Principal Harper’s voice cracked like a whip, the authority in it rattling the air. “Stay right where you are!”
His head jerked up, eyes wide. For the first time, that cool confidence that had carried him through the hallways faltered. He looked caught, cornered, as they rescued Ms. Ruiz from the horror.
Mrs. Bailey [The Aftermath]
Ms. Byrd [The Aftermath]
Principal Harper: "My God...what have they done to you Ms. Byrd. You were nearly six foot tall before you shrank..."
...Feeling devastated and completely ashamed, Ms. Byrd started to break into tears. She curled up into as tiny as possible and sank into Principal Harper's Palm.
Mrs. Amani [The Aftermath]
Principle Harper: "EEEK, this is outright disgusting and despicable of those boys...the worst I've seen yet! I can't believe they did this to you Ms. Amani..."
Ms. Aubrey [The Aftermath]
Ms Williams [The Aftermath]
Ms. Thompson [Rescued]
Principal Harper: "You are so very lucky, Ms. Thompson. We'll get you restored here shortly after a quick debriefing."
Mrs. Hearn [The Aftermath]
Mrs. Bussey [The Aftermath]
Ms. Hernandez [The Aftermath]
Principle Harper: "Ms. Hernandez, I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you stop fighting me and try to calm down. We will get you fully restored here soon but first we need to clean you up."
Mrs. Hart [The Aftermath]
Mrs. Lewis [The Aftermath]
