A sudden flash of realization broke through Kyle Perkins' stupor; she'd just tried to smash his head in with a rock, and it was by pure chance that she'd failed to do so. She was even willing to do it in broad daylight, in a public park no less. Jennifer was even more stupid then he thought or she was so emotionally unstable she couldn't think straight.
"Jen, were you actually going to... kill me?"
"YES!"
The tiny thing finely managed to stand up again, but her legs still shook, causing her entire small body to tremble. Slowly and carefully she started to untangle herself from her own hair.
"I still have the curse, your only hope of changing back is if I use Transform or Dare on you."
"Like you'd ever actually change me back!"
"If you continue acting like this, I definitely won't. I doubt you'll ever learn you lesson as things stand now."
Kyle began to walk up to Jennifer. In a few steps he loomed over her, glaring down on her tiny form. Like the last time he'd done so, she just glared back up at him. Also, just like last time, she suddenly decided to attack, though this time with much more ferocity. Kyle barely managed to block her hand as it tried to claw his face, but he wasn't prepared for her to slam her truly massive shoe on his foot. With a loud curse he tried to push her away, only for her to cling to him with a vice like grip that had her nails digging into his arms.
She followed up with ramming her head into his stomach knocking the wind from him and making him stumble back gasping for breath. With a truly rage filled scream she rushed him, only to fall over once again, having forgotten her boots. Just as she was beginning to get up again, Kyle managed to gasp out a single phrase, "Time's... up"
The Goth froze and rapidly paled even further, taking on a chalky hue as sweat poured from her, both from her exhaustion and from cold fear. “N-no! Not again, you can’t use it on me again! N-not both!” Jennifer was crying and begging at this point, “I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t make it worse!” Kyle was beginning to feel… uncomfortable; she was truly terrified. He wasn’t used to people being afraid of him to begin with and Jenn was beyond simply being frightened. Her face was almost white as she looked up at him with tear filled eyes. Her body trembled and quaked as she grabbed onto his shirt as she continued her pleas for mercy.