A quiet gentleman who experiences an unusual transformation.
Im not sure i'm glad I came here, the people were unusually friendly but had a weird disturbance to their personalities.
Why do i feel... weird, almost hungry. I should probably leave this place.
It was a cold evening in late September, Mr. Butterfield was an educated man, he well liked staying indoors with his books and various piles of paperwork from his office.
Butterfield disliked feeling unwell, he had a knack for feeling when something was wrong, it was as if he could smell it in the cold crisp air.
Honey we need to leave!
Im a giant but how? What was in that soup?
Butterfield got to his door, but he could still feel something was wrong, and it was making him very nervous.
As he reached for the door a sudden urge came over him, twisting his legs in pain, he fell to the ground.
Waking up in a different location, Butterfield wondered why the buildings around him were of miniature size, just then he noticed the people staring at him in fear, he had no idea what to do.
Butterfield ran toward the diner to get revenge, as he ran he slowed down until he was of normal size, whatever he ate must have been the cause, when the police arrived Butterfield reported the shady restaurant and returned to normalcy.