But that sentence turned out to be fatal for Mark. The shoes and gloves came flying at him, followed by the jacket, scarf and cap, all gluing themselves to his body, leaving only his face uncovered by Aidan. Finally the watch sprang up to his wrist while the backpack tackled his back. From the sudden assault surprised he bumped back at the table. But Aidan had left his nearly full water bottle open next to the laptop before letting Mark in and Mark hadnīt noticed it. The bottle toppled over and spilled the water on the laptop. In turn the computer started to shut down, but not before the chronivac saved all changes made to the user until now, deleting Marks "Mark rules" out by default. It couldnīt change someone when shut down, only if the changes had started by then or were connected to the former changes.
But it also added something to Marks own profile through an error by shutting down. Fitting form to clothes worn. Both body and mind. Changes permanent. Reality adjusting. Because Aidans head turned boxers were more like a diaper now that set Marks age back to a baby of six months.
Mark didnīt know what was coming when he suddenly started shrinking down, regressing more and more. But his eyes widened in horror for what happened to him. He tried to rescue himself by saying Aidan, your head is still boxers and not a diaper but it had no effect anymore. Mark didnīt know the default rules, so he couldnīt change Aidan anymore. But that realization never came to Mark when his body stopped regressing, because with his body finished his mind was changed. A last scream of No was heard in a babyish voice before in mere seconds everything inside his head turned to mush, leaving him with no knowledge about the chronivac, himself or Aidan. He had no memories anymore beside what he had original known at that age, and that wasnīt much.
Aidan himself had shrunken with Mark, still formfitting, not knowing why Mark had changed himself into something smaller, but he couldnīt do anything about that. But hearing the giggle from Mark when he crawled around made him realize that something was wrong, very wrong. He could only see through the phones display, and that was facing down on the bed. So he could only really hear and feel Mark, and that didnīt help him to know what happened.
Only when he was lifted from the bed my the changing room he could see what happened. And that was horrifying for him. The bed under him turned into a playpen and from his wide view in the air he saw the baby Mark crawling around between toys on the carpet, with had changed to one with streets and buildings on it. The table turned into a changing table while the laptop shot out the chronivac disc before it was turned into a toy laptop, slipping to the ground. The disc thickened into a plastic teether for Mark.