Ken spent the following hour just playing around Jeff's room with "Caspar" and his "favourite toy", enjoying the display of his dog chewing down on the squeaky toy or running to fetch it whenever Ken throw it around the house. This is what he always wanted to do with a dog, and now he can. This is his dream come true. Ken continued to look on, sometimes absent mindlessly scratching "Caspar" on his head or on his back, laughing when Jeff's hind leg would lift up and scratch in the air. Ken isn't in a rush. It's Sunday, so his dad's clinic is closed, no need to schedule a special appointment. And besides, Jeff's house is currently empty, why not make the most of it ??
but maybe it was Ken's mistake. The longer he stayed around, playing with "Caspar", the less sure he felt about everything. This whole room was Jeff's, always has been, and him and Ken shares so much memories together. The pictures, the open online chats, everything serves as a reminder. "Is it a good idea...?" Ken can't help but think subconsciously. He always wanted a dog, and he still does, but does his wants for a dog goes higher than his friendship with Jeff ? And does Jeff, or Kyle, deserve to be "Caspar" and his "Favourite toy" until Ken says so ?
Ken shrugs the idea. At least, he tries to. But the longer he stare at "Caspar", who now jumped happily on the bed and tries to bury his "toy" under the cover and pillow, the more doubt creep into his mind. "I...i don't know anymore..." Ken says, sighing deeply, his mind working overdrive. He then feel a wet and warm sensation as "Caspar", who felt his master's distress, went towards him and gently licked his hand, whining softly. Ken's heart flutter, but also breaks, as he comfort "Caspar" by patting him on the head.
"Good Boy" Ken says, "I'm okay, don't worry. Go play with your toy alright ?", "Caspar" whine soflty, tilting his head, still unsure about what to do, but end up obliging to his master's words. Ken looks on, debating furiously in his mind. Finally he makes a decision,
"This was a stupid and cruel idea", Ken thinks, now sure of what to do. He grabs Jeff's belonging all strewn around the room from the playing, put them into a pile before standing up and looking at his friend still trying to burrow his "toy" under a pillow. Preparing himself for the coming reaction, Kyle mutters his new order,
"Caspar, Reset To Jeff.....And remember everything"
Ken watches on as "Caspar's" butt suddenly goes still as all grunting, panting and whining subsided into a silent shock. Ken watch with a building tension as Jeff's hind legs turn back into normal as he sits on his bed on his knees, holding the "toy" that was his 10 year old brother Kyle in between his now human mouth.
A long silence echoes through the room for what feel like an eternity, Ken's stomach forming a knot. The shock and silence on Jeff's face as he comes to term with all the actions from the past hour making him feel uneasy. Finally, Jeff talk, turning with anger at Ken, like he expected,
"Ken, what the F*CK did you do ?!! Are you KIDDING ME ?!!"
"H-hey Hey wait a second listen-"Ken tries to calm Jeff down, to no avail,
"CALM DOWN ?! YOU MADE ME YOUR DOG ! YOU TURNED MY BROTHER INTO A TOY !! LOOK AT HIM ! WHY DID YOU DO THIS ?!" Jeff says, holding Kyle in his hand, inadvertantly squishing him so tightly that he let's out a long squeak. "Kyle didn't deserve this !! nor did I !! Ken, why the hell did you do this i-i i don't understand why you-"
"JEFF STOPS !" Ken shouts, making Jeff stop his rambling, enough so he can says something himself. "I...I'm sorry okay ? i know this isn't enough to repair anything, but trust me, i didn't plan to keep you as a dog, and Kyle was an accident ! i swear !"
"Oh, because that's supposed to make me feel better huh ?"
"....no", Ken sighs, "No, i don't have an excuse. I just saw a word of infinite possibilities, and i just thought of myself and what would make ME feel happy, and i...i completely disregarded your or Kyle's feelings or want. I...I was just cruel and selfish. I thought i would love it, truly, but...Having a dog doesn't replace you, the friend i had since kindergarten. I'm sorry Jeff, i am. that's why, i don't blame you if you want to take revenge on me with the Chronivac."
Silence fell on the room as Jeff mulled over Ken's words. While vengeance sounds tempting, Jeff end up just letting a long sigh, pressure in his stomach flowing away as he looks at Ken's apologetic face,
"It's not about revenge, Ken", Jeff says, "I don't want revenge. But i want you to think about what i had to go through. Do you know how i felt ? when you said you planned to make me forget stuff and that whatever you says become the full truth ?"
Ken stays silent, lowering his head, thinking back to their previous conversation.
"It's...It's humiliating, it's terrifing, it's...", Jeff cuts off, "I don't want to even think about it. I just felt like my whole world was collapsing, and now, knowing how easily my mind accepted being "Caspar", it just makes me shivers...and scared. I'm not a dog, Ken. I have wants, dreams, fear, and i was supposed to be your friend. You really, really hurt me."
"I...I know. And i'm sorry. I don't know how, or if i can fix that", Ken says, his voice now barely above a whisper as he struggle to comprehend how his friendship collapsed under an hour.
Jeff stands up from his bed, and quickly grab his clothes, having spent enough time naked he think. He look at the silent Ken before tapping him on the shoulder,
"You might not fix everything, but you can still make things right...Please Ken..." Jeff says, holding out the "toy" that his Kyle, still standing as still as he was when "Caspar" was chewing down on it. Ken looks between his friend and the shrunk 10 year old, thinking about what he should do.