A bell rings. The carney stops with his 'fisting' of rubber Dylan and turns around. "I'd like to play the game today," says a young boys voice, sounding about 11.
"Ok," replies the carney, "Want to throw the ball at your older brother?"
"Nah," the boy replies, "He's actually my best friend. Just aged to...."
"18," says a male voice.
"I'll grab someone from the back then," says the carney.
Dylan waits there. Looking at the two boys at the edge of the counter. The younger one has short, spiked blonde hair and grey eyes. He is wearing a light blue sweater and some black jeans. The older one looks to be somewhat scene, Dylan can't believe this guy is actually the same age as the younger one. He has scene style black hair that hugs his neck down to the shoulders. His eyes are a weird combination of grey and blue, resulting in them glistening. He is wearing a black t shirt, rather short denim shorts and full black converse high tops.
The carney arrives back leading a teenage girl to the same board Dylan was. She is tied up. Unlike Dylan, not only is she wearing a speedo, but a bra too. "Take your shot," says the carney. The little boy throws a balloon at the girls face and it hits her directly. The next shot is on her torso. A minute passes, the girl is completely rubberised, the kid didn't miss a shot at all.
"Congratulations," says the carney, "You get the biggest prize." He grabs Dylan and hands the rubber husk over to him. The boy is confused. The carney then says, "It can turn into anything you want."
"Wow. Really?"
"Yeah. But whatever it becomes it will still be rubber."
"Turn into a rubber band," says the boy. Dylan feels himself automatically shrinking and becoming a rubber band. "Cool," says the boy, "Make it a rubber card that can fit in my wallet." Dylan morphs again, but this time into a small, credit card size piece of rubber. The boy opens his wallet and puts the rubber card that is Dylan into his wallet.
"Wow," says the boys friend out of nowhere."
"What?" Asks the boy.
"Something weird went through me. I can't explain it."
"Try."
"It was a shiver."
"That doesn't seem too bad."
"Mhm. I guess not."
"You're acting a little weird," says the boy.
"Yeah. I am."
"Bark like a dog."
"Woof."
"Hm. Lick the stall table."
The older boy bends down and licks the counter. The carney is smiling.
"Yes obedient to you now," he says.
"What?"
"He'll do anything you tell him to do."
"Why?"
"Because that's part of your prize. Not only do you get a transformative rubber toy. You get a slave too."
"Slave? Why would you do that to him?"
"Or pet. Whatever you want to do with him."
"Why though?"
"Because I know you're the one who is usually bossed around."
"But he's my friend."
"Because you deserve it."
"Ugh," sighs the boy looking at his age progressed friend still licking the table, "Caleb. Stop licking the table." He stops and faces the boy.
"Let's go," sighs the boy.
"Where we going Dyllyn?" Asks Caleb enthusiastically.
"You'll see," replies the boy.
The carney smiles at the coincidence. Dylan is owned by Dyllyn. He looks at the rubberised girl on the wheels and pulls her off just as a boyfriend and girlfriend show up.