You wake up and find that you are now tied to the headboard of Mr. Bell's bed and Mr. Bell is sitting at the end of the bed glaring at you. Your ankle is still throbbing and the bed is covered in blood. Your neck also hurts and it feels as though Mr. Bell's hand is still wrapped around it.
"I can't believe that my own son would force me to do this to him", Mr. Bell says with a pained expression on his face.
"I didn't make you do anything", you growl. "Just like Mrs. Bell didn't make you turn her into a statue!"
"Mom! You will call her mom", Mr. Bell screams at you as he slaps you across the face.
"I won't call her mom just like I won't call you dad because the two of you are not my parents!"
"How dare you", Mr. Bell yells as he slaps you again.
"It’s true! I'm not your son, I'm not 12 and Keith and Jacob are not your dogs!"
"Your lying that isn't possible", Mr. Bell yells at you as he stands up from the bed.
"It is", you respond, " those keys are mine they did this! Those keys turned myself, a man in his twenties, into a twelve-year-old boy, my best friend Keith into a dog and a police officer named Jacob Patterson into a dog. I was trying to learn how to control the keys so I could turn my friend and the cop back to normal when we happened upon you and your family. I pressed the keys then and they turned me into your twelve-year-old son and them into your dogs. The keys also seem to have messed with your memories so that we would fit into your lives."
As you finished explaining the day's events to Mr. Bell, he seems to have a hard time processing all of the information. Then the keys in his hand jingled and you could see a metaphorical lightbulb turn on in his head.
"So, these keys did all of that", Mr. Bell said looking intently at the keys.
"Yes, so please let me go fix myself, my friend and the cop. I promise I will even let you keep the keys after I'm done. I just want to get back to normal."
After listening to your plea Mr. Bell gives you a devilish smile and responds, "Sorry but if you aren't my son then there is no reason not to use these keys on you."
"No", you yell as you struggle to break free of your constraints. Mr. Bell sinisterly points the keys at you and seems to take much pleasure as he presses the button.