Casey took of her baseball cap and rubbed her temples. Like Misty, the sight of protesters gave her a sick feeling inside. They were always so loud and obnoxious, even more so then her. it was always something with them, like ‘stop eating that Shrinkee’ or ‘Spit that five year old boy out’ or ‘Please don’t masturbate with my husband.’ It was always something with these people. On her shoulder, Brad watched the protesters with a small smile. Sure, they pissed Casey off something awful, but at least he didn’t have to worry about being snatched away by a hungry stranger with them around. He didn’t mind Casey’s treatment of Shrinkees, he didn’t support it, but he didn’t have the heart to stop Casey. She loved feeling those little guys wiggle around inside her and who was he to tell her what to do? However, if the protesters could make Casey give up Shrinkees for even a day, he’d be happy.

Casey caught his smirk and frowned down at her tiny friend.

“What are you grinning about? If you think seeing this whiny little prudes march and sing hippy love songs, then you don’t know me. As long as they don’t throw blood on me, I can pretend they don’t exist.” At a few rallies, the protestors had splashed a customer of a Shrinkee restaurant with blood. It was a pathetic attempt to show how the murder of Shrinkees is immoral, but all it did was piss people off and make Shrinkee protestors look crazy. It hadn’t helped when they revealed that the blood had come from Pokemon, that got PETA involved.

“Are you sure, Casey? You don’t look so hungry for Shrinkees now. I don’t think you’d pull out one of your bathroom Shrinkees to munch on with the protestors so nearby.”

“Shows what you knows. I can eat Shrinkees anywhere. So, don’t you go saying things that aren’t true, or I’ll eat you on the spot,” Casey jested, poking Brad in the chest with her finger. She wasn’t afraid of the protestors, what were they going to do, yell in her ear!

“HEY! SHE SAID SHE WAS GOING TO EAT THAT SHRINKEE!”

Casey nearly jumped out of her skin, the loud, insufferable scream had been a made a few feet from her, by an old lady with a sigh reading, ‘Shrinkee=Human, Eating=Murder’. A congregation of protestors surrounded Casey, all growling and eyes glowing red with rage. Casey clutched at Brad, looking wildly around her at all the angry faces. Underneath all her tough talk, these crazies that thought of Shrinkees as people really freaked her out. She quickly tried to diffuse the situation.

“Now listen, I was only joking around. Tell them Brad, tell them I was only joking,” Casey begged, franticly shaking Brad. All the wobbling made Brad queasy and he couldn’t answer. Not that he had to because as Casey was shaking him, she knocked over her backpack and sent dozens of sweaty, dehydrated Shrinkees spilling out onto the street. The crowd of angry protesters saw the fatigued shrunken men and then looked at Casey. They were less then pleased with what they saw.
Trembling in fear, Casey raised her hands in plea for the women not to attack. “Listen, I know this looks bad, but listen…”

“You fucking bitch!” Screamed one of the Shrinkees crawling out from under another fallen Shrinkee. One of his legs was bent at an unusual angle, and he had a nasty sunburn on his whole body. He gasped for air and pointed at Casey. “You ate my eight year old brother last night for supper and this morning I saw you take my five year old brother and cram him into the back of your panties.” He collapsed again, but not before screaming out, “Avenge me!”

Brad looked at Casey with a raised eyebrow; he hadn’t seen her do the second thing. However, judging by the beads of sweat running down her forehead, his accusation had a little merit. The protesters also saw Casey looked worry and lifted their signs up in an attack formation.
Catching the looks, Casey sighed.

“Look, I woke up a little horny and took one of the Shrinkees to use as a butt plug. I’d let him out, but he stopped struggling the last five miles. It’s funny, they usually put up more of a fight. I guess when your only five years old, it’s hard to put up a good fight. You know what I mean?”

The moment of silence that followed told Casey that they didn’t know what she meant. Knowing that any second now she was going to be attacked, Casey looked for any ally she could find in the crowd of angry women. When she spotted Misty, her heart raced. Without doubt, Misty would help her. They were friends and what do friends do for friends when they are in trouble? They help. “Misty help!” She cried out.

Misty looked around innocently, taking no notice of Casey. She whistled and spun around, calmly walking in the opposite direction, remaining as nonchalant as possible. Casey watched Misty walk away, stupefied at what was happening. No help was coming, she was all on her own. Before the protesters could strike, Casey ran through a gap in the circle of women and ran as fast as she could away. The protesters followed, nearly foaming at their mouths. Before running down an alley with the protestors close behind, Casey screamed out one last thing.

“You suck, Misty!”

The redheaded tomboy with her boyfriend in hand, continued to walk away, not pausing even as her name was called out. Misty put forth a fake smile, and walked until she was far away from where the protestors had been marching. She leaned against a wall and let out a deep sigh.

“Are you sure we should have abandoned her like that?” Ash asked. He was concerned for Casey; he didn’t want her to get hurt, especially if it was because of her fondness of Shrinkees. They couldn’t blame her for being addicted to the tiny guys, it was hard for females to resist. He looked up at his own girlfriend, who was fighting the urge to use Shrinkees in the more proactive way.

“Don’t worry, Casey’s quick and she’ll be fine.” Misty shrugged off Ash’s concern; she was more worried about what she was going to do. The women of this town seemed very protective towards Shrinkees, making it hard to get some fresh meat to feed her habit. By now, they most have confiscated Casey’s bag and all the near dead Shrinkees inside. Those toilet paper Shrinkees will look pretty delicious later tonight when Misty hasn’t had a single one. So lost in her self-despair, Misty didn’t notice someone walking up to her.