Tray continued to reach the lighting fixture on the ceiling with his small chubby hands. Suddenly, another tingle was felt all over him as he begins to regress one last time. His body grew smaller and redder as months went back to weeks and weeks went back to days. As Tray’s body grew back to being a newborn, his shirt vanishes and his diaper changes into some strange printing of a stork delivering a bag that says ‘It’s a boy’. Another strange thing is that a tube slithered out of his belly button and a clip appeared at the end of it, forming a recently cut umbilical cord. Soon enough, Tray became nothing but a newborn that was a few hours old. But that didn’t stop there.
Soon as he reached the point of birth, his diaper and clip disappeared, as his cord grew longer. That’s when a sphere wrapped around Tray’s body as the tube connects to it and was filled with birth liquid. He went into a fetal position and went into a deep and soundless slumber. Now he was past being born and had entered the nine-month phase of pregnancy. But now, he’s moving backwards through pregnancy.
Nine months, eight months, seven months…
His body starts to grow smaller as the fuzz on his head faded completely, leaving him completely bald. Tray’s skin had become less transparent, showing his veins. His looks were less noticeable as his features got fainter. Not only that, but his arms and legs have gotten shorter.
Six months, five months, four months…
Tray’s body got smaller and rounder. His arms and legs retracted more as his fingers and toes became none existence. The blood in his body was pumping less and less. Internal organs were getting premature as some of them stopped working or vanished without trace. His thoughts got simpler as he stopped dreaming.
Three months, two months, one month…
Tray’s arms and legs sucked up into his body as his organs and functions faded away, making him an unconscious fetus. His body were smaller and smaller and rounded out, laving him nothing but a small fleshy ball. The sphere around him had gotten small to match his body until it was now the size of a nickel. The umbilical cord slowly disappeared into nothing.
Weeks of being pregnant went to days and then hours as Tray’s little ball turned into many cells and dividing themselves. In a matter of seconds, he was just a fertilize cell. Of course that was until both his egg side and his sperm side separated themselves. The moment he was unconceived, the small liquid that was Tray dried up and was nothing. Soon, Tray joined Dona in being unconceived and dead, leaving nothing but an empty house with the lights and TV on. Meanwhile…