Ken think for a while about what to do with Kyle. He could also make him be another dog to accompany "Caspar", but it would be boring to just have two dogs with him. Besides, Ken might need some more enrichments for his new friend, so why not make usage of the current situation ? Ken grins widely, looking at the relaxed Kyle, his idea forming in his head.
"Okay Kyle," Ken says, "Can you tell me who this is ?" He says, pointing at the obedient Jeff.
Kyle's memories start to emerge, with every informations about his brother, but before he could say anything, Ken stomps his foot, and Kyle's face suddenly twist with a mix of confusion, not recognizing the person in front of him. "I-...I don't know..." Kyle says, confused.
Ken smiles, "Oh it is Caspar, my 1 year old White German Sheperd. Isn't he adorable looking ?" Ken ask.
"Y-yes...he's adorable," Kyle responds, not seeing his brother anymore, and just "Caspar"
"But you knew that already, right ? Afterall, you arrived with him right ?" Ken ask, his tone filled with mockery and excitement
Kyle looks at Ken, not understanding what he mean. Afterall, it's the first time he ever saw "Caspar". Before he could respond, Ken claps his hand and repeat his phrase, and Kyle remember it as the truth. "Yes that's right. I arrived with Caspar." Kyle said.
Ken decides to up the stakes up, ready to go to the next phase. "Okay, that's good to know." Ken says, "Do you know where we are right now ?"
Kyle looks incredulous, a little surprised at the obvious question, "Well we're in my hou-," Kyle clap his hands, "That's right, We are in my friend's home, afterall, you have no home of your own, your home is wherever Caspar is." Ken says, which Kyle accepts without any doubt.
Ken continues on "And how old are you ?", he ask
Kyle think for a second before answering "i'm 10-", Ken stomps on his foot. "I-I don't know" Kyle says.
Ken grins again, "it's okay, i'm here to remind you. You have no real age. Only living beings have an age, and you aren't a living being, right ?" Kyle nods "Yes, i don't have an age, but i'm a living being-" Ken stomps on his foot and look as Kyle's mind continue to get changed.
"No you aren't, you are a toy. Specifically a toy for Caspar right ?", Ken ask. Kyles acknowledge and nods, "Yes, i'm Caspar's Toy".
"And do toys wear clothes or looks human, Kyle ?" Ken ask
"No, Toy don't wear clothes or look human, because they aren't human" Kyle responds. Ken smiles happily, seeing the 10-year old's face going more and more blank, like a unliving object. "Good, Now i want you to remove your clothes, because you don't need them. I also want you to get smaller and smaller until you can fit into "Caspar's" mouth.", Ken orders. At his words, Kyle immediately start to undress himself, until he is but wearing his birthday suits. Ken can't helpt but laugh seeing him stand still and naked, as if nothing is wrong with it. After a bit, Kyle start to loose height, until he is but the size of a forearm. All the while, Kyle stand still, not having moved or questionned the sudden changes to his physiology.
"okay good job, now i want to know, i've been calling you Kyle for a while, but what is Kyle Davis to you ?" Ken asks, getting down on his knees to more easily talk to Kyle.
"Well Kyle Davis is my name-" Ken stomp on his foot, "No, you're a toy, a toy isn't alive, so it doesn't have a first OR last name. You're just a toy, right ? A dog bone, right ?"
Kyle's eyes relax again "Yes, i'm just a dog bone toy."
Ken laugh, hearing a now almost robotic answer from his friend's little brother ! "aha, yeah that's right ! Now, i want to know, if i grab you and squish you on the stomach, what will happen ?"
Kyle look a little unsure "I don't know, nothing...?" Ken interject, clapping his hands, "No, when i or Caspar squish your stomach, you let out a high pitched squeak. let's do a little try" Ken grabs Kyle and press gently on his stomach, which let out a small squeak. The more Ken squeezed Kyle, the more "toy-like" his squeak became, until it was no longer discernible from a normal toy.
"Perfect....Look at you, you look perfect. A perfect little toy for Caspar. And you like being his toy, being used and played with, it makes you feel...." Ken says
"Happy...?" Kyle answer, unsure. "Yes that's right !!" Kyle confirms.
"Okay, to finish, i want to ask you, if i was to put you back down on the ground, what would you do ?" Ken asks,
Kyle start to think but Ken interrupts by clapping in his hands, "You would fall, because a dog-bone toy can't stand up, because it isn't human. In fact, you can't speak either, right ?"
The "Toy" was about to says something, but Ken again clapped in his hands, and the "Toy's" lips shut tight. Ken let go of Kyle, who fell to the ground, staying still like a statue, letting out a small squeak. Ken looks down at his work, whom he gently pushes toward "Caspar" who immediatly started to whimper and wag his butt, ready to grab it.
Ken laugh at the scene, "Alright boy, you can grab it. In fact, i want your teeth to become sharper and your mouth longer to more easily grab your toy. You always knew this toy, since you were born, and you have a big attachement to it". "Caspar" don't register Ken's last words as he is already biting down on the "Toy", not noticing his teeth getting sharper or how his mouth started to shift just a bit so that getting ahold of his "toy" is easier. "Caspar" grab the toy, squeaking it multiples times before laying down and playing. Ken can't help but chukles, watching Jeff biting joyfully onto his tiny brother, who just stay still, not blinking, not moving, nothing. If it weren't for their appearances, it would easily be the scene of a dog playing with a toy.
Ken refocus himself, and talk one last time to Kyle, "You did splendid. now, whevener is say 'Reset to 'Toy'', you will turn back into the state you currently are, and no one will see you as Kyle, but just as a toy. Now, "Caspar", come." he says, turning off Jeff's former computer, putting the Chronivac program into his backpack as "Caspar" stands up, butt wagging and still holding onto his "toy" and follow Ken as he leave his former home.