"Hey Mac, how's the plant running?" Asked a man in a bright orange safety uniform.
"Yeah Ted, she's runnin' like a beaut!" Mac replied as the drum for the cereal's coating. This cereal was none other than the companies' famous Sugar Frosted Wheatley's.
Suddenly a crash boomed from the upper levels as a clear liquid began pouring out into the mix.
"What the?" both men said as it splashed them in the faces and they screamed out.
When security arrived, they found nothing, not even the men's uniforms. How? Well, that clear liquid was something special. Developed for military applications, it could be poured directly onto a soldier, uniform and all, and shrink them down to any size to infiltrate enemy territory.
Right now a bowl of cereal covered in it was being poured into a guy's bowl. This guy was Jon. 5'4, brown hair with a bald spot, tired brown eyes, and a build matching his job as an accountant. Breakfast was one of the few times he actually enjoyed his day. But unbeknownst to him, that spoonful would veer his whole day into nothing he had ever known.
Suddenly, his clothes felt... loose. Then he looked down to see his frame shrink into his outfit! It kept on going, and going, until he was engulfed in darkness.
"What in god's name is going on?!" the man yelled as he pulled himself out of the pile and accidentally spilled milk on his clothes. He watched as they began to pull inward, shrinking down to a fit for his mouse sized body.