After a while of thinking what option would be the best one to do, you decide to head home, you are not convinced that Keith would not be angry at you for turning him into an hydrant and let dogs piss on him. With a sigh you decide to wait a week for Keith to cool down, "I bet he'll be more forgiving after a week," you mutter to yourself as you head back to your car.
Arriving home, you head to straight to bed, it has been a weird day, a lot has happened. You hang the keys on your keyrack and get ready for bed. Your night is dominated by dreams of the key, it's power and what it is capable of, causes you to have nightmare and therefore a unrestful night as you twist, turn and thrash in your sleep.
The next morning you walk into the kitchen and make yourself something to eat, as you sit at the dining table, you constantly stare over at your keyrack, the keys dangling inocently on their hook. Fear creeps into you and you decide it would be best to keep your fingers away from those keys.
A week passes and you have not used the keys, you are sitting at the dining table deep in thought, today a week ago you have transformed your best friend first into a dog then into a hydrant and you let dogs pee on him. You stare at the keys, unsure what to do, "I want my friend back," you mumble, "but what if he is mad at me? I don't want to lose him as a friend". You groan and then decide, "what the f...," you say with a sigh, "I have to risk it. I owe it to him," with that you grab you coat and the keys and head out your apartment.
You drive to the spot where your friend is still standing, metallic, silent and red, just a simple fire-hydrant like all the others in the area. You know it is Keith however, since you remember the setting and how the area looked like when you first transformed him. You get out of your car and walk over to the hydrant, no one else is nearby, you are all alone, best time than any to try and get your friend back.
You take out the keys, "um... h-hey Keith," you say uneasily, "I... I am sorry for letting you wait, bu-but I was just to afraid, I... I needed time. But don't worry, I'll change you back right now," with that you press a button on the key.
There is a puff of smoke and after it clears you see Keith standing in all his naked glory, you blush and quickly turn around, "um... s-sorry," you mumble and blush deep red.
Keith is looking at his hands and the rest of his body, his whole body is covered in piss-marks from a week of dogs pissing on him, and the smell is just... eeeew. Your pal glares at you, he feels the urge to want to sucker punch you for having him experience the hell, but then a thought creeps into his mind as he notices the keys in your hand.
You are tensed up, waiting for some sort of action, you have prepared yourself to get a beating, so when Keith lies a hand on your shoulder you tense even more, not dearing to move.
"Listen mate," you hear him say in a calm voice, "I might have been mad at you, but... now I am just happy to be myself again. I know you did not mean to transform me into a dog or hydrant, it was an accident".
You turn around when hearing this, you find Keith smiling kindly at you, "th-thanks Keith," you says, "I am really really sorry".
Keith smiles, "I know and I forgive you," he says, you don't notice the weird look in his eyes, "let's head to your place, so that I can clean myself up and get into fresh clothes".
You nod and both of you head to your car, arriving home you give Keith a towel and cloths which should fit him and he heads to the bathroom.
You are sitting on the couch watching TV when Keith reapears an hour or so later, "aaaah... I feel so much better after that shower," he says as he sits down next to you.
You stay silent, still full of regret, the keys are lying on the coffee table in front of you, "why... why did these cursed keys have to end up with me," you mutter.
Keith looks at the keys, then he lies a hand on your shoulder, "look Jared," he says, calling you by your first name, "it could have been worse. I could have ended up as a pile of shit or a cockroach, so being a hydrant was not all to bad".
You look over at Keith, "I know, but still," you say.
Keith looks at you, "listen bud," he says, "you look tired, why don't you get some rest and we'll talk later," he suggests.
"Ye-yeah... I should get some rest," you mumble and get up from the couch, you start to head to your room. As you reach the door, you turn to face your friend, "thanks Keith," you say, "thanks for forgiving me. You really are a good friend".
Keith smiles and shrugs, "no harm, no foul," he says, causing you to smile back and then you enter your room, not noticing that Keith's smile has turned into a wicked smirk as his eyes lower themselves on the key.