Casey has done much in her short life. She had sent hundreds of shrinkees to their deaths through suffocation, mutilation and digestion. She had seen many different places and met different people. She would hit homeruns and kicked the asses of men twice her size for bad mouthing the Electabuzz. She has sworn, yelped, cursed, screamed, bragged, lied, and done so much more, but never has she apologized. Even when she had done something totally wrong, all she would do was shrug her shoulders and say ‘oops’. She just wasn’t a very apologetic person. That was why, when she said those two foreign words, Brad was taken off guard.

“I’m sorry.”

They sat together on the couch, Brad sitting as far away as possible from Casey. By now he had given up on wearing any clothes at all, so he wasn’t even bothering to hide his nudeness. He refused to look up at Casey; he didn’t want to see the face that he once thought belonged to someone he thought was innocent. She had eaten his friends and planned to use him as her personal dildo. He didn’t care if she apologized. He didn’t care if she was really trying to be sincere. He didn’t care that little bit of him was turned on when Casey patted her crotch in the hotel room.

“Go away Casey, I don’t want to see you, ever,” he hissed, wanting to be alone to grieve his dead friends. It turned his stomach when he remembered that technically his friends were still with him, pushing through the intestines of the girl sitting next to him.

“Fine, I’ll leave.” Brad remained still and silent. Let her leave, he said he never wanted to see her again and he meant it. She killed his best friends. She was a monster and he hated her, didn’t he?

“I’ll leave and in the morning, ether Mrs. Ketchum or Misty will see you sitting on the couch and have you as a nice breakfast snack. Do you want that?” Brad glared up at Casey; of course he didn’t want that. Who would wan to be eaten? He thought back and he could distinctively remember the happy little entrée at the restaurant, which had happily skipped into one of the sensational sisters mouths. Then there were Tommy and Lee, Tommy he noticed had lost it a few times, but Lee had wanted to be eaten without a second thought. However, Casey had tricked them with half-truths that their careers and lives were over and they had nothing left to live for, but that wasn’t true. Sure, they had moved down several notches in the food chain, but they could of still lived happy lives. He didn’t know how, but they would of found some way.

“What’ll stop me from getting off the couch and leaving before they wake up?” He decided to humor Casey’s idea, the faster he got rid of her the faster he could escape to greener pastors.

“Nothing, but once your outside, then what? Will you hail a cab and head to a hotel? Will you walk to the local bar and get drunk like you always do? Will you get home to your huge mansion, kiss one of your many girlfriends and take her to your room to ‘hit a home run’ as you put it? No, you got nothing and nobody. Your prey to every single Pokemon that doesn’t have a leaf diet. Those little critters don’t care if you’re a former celebrity, they don’t care what you were because right now, you’re prey. But don’t worry, the Pokemon aren’t your greatest concern, what you really got to worry about is the people. Do you know how many times I’ve seen someone step on a shrinkee the moment they see one. Even bugs get more then a second glance. They’ll crush you if you’re lucky, most probably they’ll pick you up, dust you off and do things to you that your particle sized brain could never fathom. Most anybody would make you suffer in unimaginable ways, before putting you out of your misery and tossing you aside. You mean nothing to them, and I guess that makes them monsters. Only monsters can kill without feeling anything, but you need to know something. These people that will kill you and you can monsters, they’re everywhere. You’ll be more likely to find a Mew then find someone that gives a damn about you. I’m going to put this as simply as I can because I’m tired and I want to go to bed, you…. are… fucked.”

Casey had been leaning forward with every word she said. By the time she had told Brad he was fucked, her face was inches from Brad, as big as life and twice as intimating. Casey’s bright eyes that seemed to burn holes into him petrified Brad. He couldn’t help but feel totally terrified by what Casey was telling him. He had always liked to believe that he could go on with his life even as a shrinkee. I mean, other then his size, nothing had changed. He was still as smart and talented as he was before he shrunk, it didn’t seem fair that some accident took away his humanity, but it did. He had nothing no future, no destiny, no friends. Well, he had one friend, but she was just as bad as the rest of the monsters in the world, except for one thing, she acknowledged him. It was small, but better then nothing.

“Can you take me to your room. I want to get some sleep and think about some stuff,” He said gruffly. Casey nodded, hiding her smirk at seeing that he was no longer angry with her. She hated bursting his bubble, but he had to know, being a shrinkee meant you are royally fucked up for life. She scooped him up in her hands; he remained still, trying to figure out what to do next. Casey for a moment forgot about Brad when she noticed the door to Ash’s room opened a crack. She could hear low moans that she remembered hearing coming out of her own mouth during nights with shrinkees. Careful, as not to be seen, Casey peeked in and let Brad see as well. In the middle of Ash’s bed, Misty lay on her back, naked and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was dark, but they could make out Misty’s face as it twisted into looks of pleasure. Her hands were wrapped around the headboard, trying to reframe from reaching down between her legs. Casey looked lower at Misty’s snatch, where a tiny dark figure was mixed in with her bright red pubic hair. Not wanting to stay any longer then needed to, Casey tiptoed back and headed to the guest bedroom where she would be sleeping.

“Did that give you any idea’s?” Brad stared up at her grimly, his eyes showing none of the humor that Casey was showing.

“Apparently not,” she mumbled. Casey went to her room, closed the door and placed Brad on a table far from her bed. That night, nether would get much sleep. Brad would spend all night thinking about what Casey said and Casey would spend all night wishing she had saved a shrinkee for her nightly orgasm.