"Hey, quick, pass the ball over here!" shouted Davis to his teammate as the opposition closed in on him. The guys were having another game that day, their team vs. TK's again, to whom Davis was ready to prove himself to the blonde (after having been defeated countless times by him before) once and for all. He wanted more than anything to win now. The boy quickly threw Davis the ball before the other team could steal it, and Davis caught it, dribbling it up toward the net, heart pounding. He was closing in on making the winning score, no one up front to stop him for once. He could imagine himself leaping into the air and straight down slam dunking the ball ever so gracefully into the net, impressing everyone in the stadium. At least, that's how he would've liked for it to have happened... had he not tripped on his suddenly undone shoelaces and fell face forward into the pole of the basketball net, knocking him clear unconscious, ball bouncing off in the opposite direction somewhere as everyone just stood there and stared in a confused daze. The last thing he remembered were people calling out his name, "Davis!" then everything going fuzzy and blank.
Now he awoke groggily, a slight headache on him, sweat clinging in beads to his forehead. "Wha...what happened?" he asked to no one in particular, looking around to what appeared to be the familiar sight of the boy's locker room... only now 20 times bigger? "Huh?" he suddenly gawked aloud, looking around the now massive room and seemingly skyscraper tall lockers. "Wha?? How-how did this happen?!" he cried out, getting up from the floor and looking around frantically. He suddenly heard massive steps far off that were getting closer, nearing the corner where he was at. He eeped and quickly scurried beneath a bench like a little mouse, as he then watched two massive basketball shoe'd feet stomp past him, shaking the floor a bit beneath him like a mini earthquake. He couldn't believe this was happening. Everything was so large now... Could he be dreaming all of this? Anyway, his curiosity getting the better of him, he poked his little head out past the bench's leg and looked up to see that the giant shoes belonged to none other than TK himself. And it looked like the blonde-haired boy was talking on his cell phone. He listened... "Yeah, I'm sure he'll be all right... It was just a minor concussion, they said... Yeah, I was shocked, honestly, though. It just happened all so quick..." As he continued listening, he could obviously tell that the conversation was about him. He felt so embarrassed... tripping on his own shoelaces and knocking himself unconscious on the basketball net's pole. No one would ever let that down for him. And now to make matters even worse, he was only about 1 inch tall somehow. He cursed out loud to himself, as he continued to listen. TK was wrapping up the conversation with whoever he was talking to (probably Kari) and hung up. He then started to change back into his normal clothes that were in his locker there.
Davis wanted to get his attention, but was slightly nervous at the same time... What would TK do when he found him? Possibly think he was a bug and squish him? He contemplated this as TK was taking off his shoes, then started reaching for his gym socks, just as Davis decided to move forward. As Davis crept up, an odd smell suddenly stung his nose like a wasp... He smelled the horrible stench of TK's sweaty barefeet slapping the ground, as the blonde-haired boy from above placed his shoes and socks into his gym bag. His feet on the ground, sweat visibly rolling down in streams off the pink, ripened skin from the hectic game. The Takaishi boy sighed, wiggling his lint-caked toes as he enjoyed the coolness of the floor on his hot soles. "Aw man, TK, that's nasty!" Davis shouted up to him. TK suddenly looked up, "Huh?" hearing the tiny voice as a little peep. "I'm down here!" Davis shouted again. TK just looked around cluelessly. Davis growled underneath his breath as he then began to approach the blonde's feet closer, much to his disgust, and got near enough to where he could actually touch the side of TK's foot. Reaching out, he did, as he began petting the steamy, sweaty flesh, which made him want to puke. Still, he hoped TK would feel it and notice him. TK, who had shrugged off the noises and was putting on his signature white "Gilligan's" hat, felt a tickling by his foot. He looked down and blinked, noticing that by his foot what looked like to be...
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