Brandon pulled out the fixings for a nice salad. A little lettuce, some carrots, some green onion.... he turned to set the various ingredients down, only to see the bag of chicken tenders on the stove.
"Ugh, what are these doing here?" he asked no one in particular, picking the bag up and throwing it in the trash. He couldn't say why, but the mere thought of eating the tenders, or any meat for that matter, made Brandon want to retch.
He pulled out a cutting board and a large knife, paying no mind to the fact that he was a ten year old boy alone in the house with a large knife, and began preparing his meal. As he did, he paid no attention as his skin grew pale, the boyish skin growing smoother and tighter across his body.
He was aging as well, having now reached twelve years of age. His preparations were halted when the home phone rang, prompting Brandon to put his knife down and walk over to it. Glancing at his phone, he noticed the collar ID say 'Mary'
Isn't Mary my mom's name? Brandon wondered, before answering the phone.
Freddy looked down at the sleeping child again, before turning to Sarah. "Let me know when he wakes up again, would you?"
"Of course, mad-I mean sir," Sarah replied, giving a slight curtsy.
"Thank you," Freddy said, before turning to leave. As he did, he felt the ache in his calves relieve itself, and the back of his shifting shoes began to grow upward. Maybe a further search of the house would help him figure out what was going on...
