Standing in the light of the kitchen window, Jon's mother began catching and refracting it. Linda's form now seemed to be sculpted from some kind of transparent crystal, the figure being shaped rather like a young adult than what Jon was accustomed to. Inside her was various redirected light patterns and a seemingly water-filled interior filled with white and blue flowers, reminiscent of a pattern on one of her favorite dresses.
Oh no... If Jon wanted to avoid seriously changing anyone, it'd be his own family. Now it seemed like it was too late to come up with any preventative measures. At the very least, his mom seemed much less monstrous than his sister had turned out.
As the figure that had been his mother set down the breakfast plates, a resonant whine bothered at Jon's inner ear before becoming an ideation of rapidity, food and warmth. It wasn't his mother's voice, or even a voice, but he understood it effortlessly.
Feeling the blood drain from his face and his feet become heavy, Jon more or less fell into the chair by his breakfast. How can anyone help me come up with a wish to fix all this if it acts this fast... Jon's mind was whirling. But his thoughts stopped altogether when he saw what was on his siblings' plates.
Where Zoe normally sat, there was some kind of nondescript yogurt-like puddle. In Mikey's place, one glass of orange juice. What.
Looking back over to the couch, Jon realized the sound effects from Mikey's video game had disappeared entirely.
Calibration complete, sending unit data to manufacturer.
In Mikey's place was still a child sized creature, but giving off more of the impression of an oversized, brightly colored action figure than a child. It had a black screen over the dome of the head that displayed a nauseating procession of colors. Moving unnaturally fast, it approached the table and, without taking a seat, hit a button on its torso and dumped the orange juice into some compartment flap. The colors became solid, slower and high contrast, and the figure then took a seat in what seemed to be a bored pose as a loading bar displayed.
I only glanced at Mikey! I need to do something before I go out in public or this could get too hard to fix even with a wish.
The black silhouette supporting a singular eye -- that had been Zoe -- returned with a bookbag strapped to its back. Also without sitting, it put its strange hands into the yogurt paste and simply seemed to absorb it, before returning to a quadrapedal manic gait to and out the front door.
