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[Y/N] AND THE EGOS 3: HENRIK VON SCHNEEPLESTEIN

Henrik: Experimenting (for Science Of Course)

Henrik Von Schneeplestein had been engrossed in one of his books when he heard someone knock on the door to his office, and it took him a few moments to register what he’d heard and go to respond. When he opened the door, a very pale, bloated-looking Jackieboy-Man met his eyes, green in the face and looking desperate as he clutched at his stomach protectively. He was hunched over and taking slow, shallow, quaking breaths.

“Doc, ya gotta help me,” he said quietly, “Can I come in?”

He moved aside and gestured for the hero to enter, “Of course, vhat’s wrong?”

“Cl-close the door first. It’s about [Y/N] an’ I don’t want Anti hearin’,” the hero said, taking tentative, shaky steps as he entered the tile-floored section of the office.

He closed the door and crossed to Jackie’s side before placing a hand on his shoulder, “Vhat’s happened? Are zhey alright? Vhere are zhey?”

Jackie looked around the room nervously before standing upright and revealing his abdomen. It looked uncomfortably swollen and oddly lumpy. Henrik didn’t understand at first, but then the lump moved and made a sound. No, it didn’t just make a sound, it spoke! He didn’t understand the muffled words, but the voice was unmistakable; it was the only one in the house that didn’t resemble Jack’s in some way. He felt the blood drain from his face as Jackie pointed at the lump in his distended belly.

“I had to act quick or Anti’d get ‘em again,” Jackie said, “He’d eaten ‘em before I… well, never mind that. He wanted to eat ‘em again so I… God, Schneep, ya’ve gotta help get ‘em outta me!”

“Zhat… I don’t… How is zhis possible?” He asked, bending over to study the small form inside the hero, “How did you manage to get zhem down your sroat?”

Jackieboy groaned, “Doc please. Now ain’t the time fer this. D'ya have any ipecac left from the last time Anti poisoned someone? I tried ta make myself throw ‘em up earlier, but it didn’t work…”

Henrik glanced up as Jackie grimaced, then stood upright with a mental sigh. He was right, of course. As scientifically fascinating as this was, it might only be a matter of time until digestion kicked in and the clock was ticking. He did in fact have ipecac left, plenty of it, and crossed the room to his medical cabinet. If things were less dire, he’d want to study how this happened and what effects this would have on both parties, but… He plucked the little bottle from its shelf and pulled a swab from a nearby jar before turning back to see Jackie bracing himself against the examination table.

“Is everysing alright?”

“Y-yeh, just not feeling so good. They keep movin’ around.”

Even from here, Henrik could tell the hero was sweating and trembling. It looked like he wouldn't need the ipecac to throw up, [Y/N] would just need to keep moving. Regardless, he took the few steps back to Jackie as he prepared the swab. He was about to tell his near mirror to open wide when a thought occurred to him.

“Just a second, ve don't vant zhem getting hurt vhen you srow zhem up,” he said.

Jackie nodded weakly and seemed to gag as his stomach jostled from inside with an audible slosh. [Y/N]’s small muffled voice said something and Jackie mumbled in response. Henrik made quick work of grabbing a towel and folding it over a few times before returning once more. He didn’t catch what either of them had said.

He held the towel near Jackie’s chest and held up the swab, “Open vide please. I'm afraid zhis von’t be pleasant.”

“Yeh, I-I know. Oh God, [Y/N] please stop doin’ that…”

Jackie did as he was asked, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. Henrik wiped off a bit of the excess syrup before swabbing near the base of his friend’s tongue. The emetic worked quickly, almost giving him no time to set the swab down and prepare the towel. He got both hands covered in time to catch the first heave, which was, unfortunately, just bile. Jackie winced and groaned as he rubbed his stomach, and Henrik glanced down to see that the lump had moved upwards. That was good. The second heave was completely dry, but the bulge jumped up enough to be hidden behind Jackie’s ribs. It took two more heaves for [Y/N]’s squirming form to appear in the hero’s throat and two more for him to spit them out into the towel.

Poor Jackie then turned and threw up on the floor. [Y/N] was drenched in bile and smelled awful, and they spent a long time laying and gasping for breath in Henrik’s hands.

“Are you two alright?” Henrik asked.

Jackie had his hands on his knees, doubled over and dry heaving but he nodded. The approximately six-inch tall [Y/N] did the same and gave a weak thumbs up.

“Jackie, can you get yourself to zhe bathroom? I’ll be viss you in a moment, but [Y/N] is mein first priority. And don’t vorry about zhe mess, I vill take care of it.”

The tiny in his hands began to shiver, so he wrapped them in a drier portion of the towel and held them close to his chest. Poor thing had really been through the wringer lately, hadn’t they? Jackie nodded again and collected himself long enough to stand, sign a quick ‘thanks doc’ (he probably learned that from Jameson), and stagger to Henrik’s bathroom. Meanwhile, Schneeplestein walked over to his sink on the other side of the room and placed [Y/N] on the side as he ran warm water.

“How did zhis happen?” he asked the moving lump in the used-to-be-green towel, “Vhy are you so small?”

When they spoke, he had to strain his ears to hear them over the water hitting the metal basin of the medical sink, “Anti did it. Some sort of magic. He pounded on my door when I was napping and caught me off guard.”

He nodded though they couldn’t see it. That sounded exactly like something he’d do. What a despicable demon, that Anti. Lord only knew why Jack allowed him to live here, like he wasn’t a threat to everyone else in the house.

Soon the sink was plenty full, so he shook himself from his thoughts and turned off the water, “Let’s see vhat ve can do about zhe bile on you [Y/N]. I’ll have vords viss Anti later.”

They peeked out from under the towel, “Careful, he's on a rampage. You know how he gets, especially with me.” They peeked over the lip of the basin and seemed to pale further, “Oh that’s a long drop…”

“Here,” he said, placing his hand, palm up, flush with the wall of the sink, “I can help viss zhat.”

They scooted onto his palm and he lowered them into the sink and spent a good long time getting clean. Once they indicated they were done (with the childlike ‘I want up’ hand motion no less), he picked them up out of the sink and placed them on the counter.

“Zhere you are. Nice und clean.” He gently dried them off with a washcloth. He stared at them for a moment, fascinated and curious.

[Y/N] nodded slowly, shivering and clinging to the washcloth for warmth, “At least I’m not being eaten again.”

He paused, then spoke softly,“Explain to me how you ended up inside Jackie please, if you vould.”

“I- well, quite simply, I asked him to eat me to protect me from-... from being eaten by Anti,” they covered their face with a hand and sighed, “I sound like a total idiot.”

“No, no. It sounds to me like you didn’t have many options. It may have even been vhat saved you bohss in zhe end.”

“I don’t know, Schneep, I heard Anti threaten him if he didn’t keep me down. And, from the sounds of it, he’s still throwing up too.”

“True. I should go and check on him.” He couldn’t help but hesitate. This might be his only opportunity to experiment with the poor shrunken kid.

“Go, I’ll be fine. I’ve been like this for over two hours. I’ll stay here,” they promised.

Henrik nodded and went to check on Jackie. He could satisfy his curiosity later. When he reached the bathroom, Jackie was in the midst of a dry heave and drenched in sweat. Henrik took a clean washcloth, ran it under cold water, and placed it against the back of Jackie’s neck.

“Don’t vorry, Jackie. It vill be over soon. Zhe good doctor vill take care of you,” Henrik soothed, knowing Jackie could use some reassurance in his state. “You are a sveaty boy, hm?” he teased lightly, “I bet a nice shower vill feel very good after zhis is over. I vould recommend cold vasser. Cold vasser very good after a sveat.”

“Gotta say, Doc, I hate ipecac…”

“I know, und I am sorry. I wish I had somesing zhat I could use instead.”

Jackie heaved again and panted for a while, but he seemed to be mostly over it. Henrik sent Jackie to go get washed up and clean. In the meantime, it seemed like the perfect time to satisfy his curiosity. He walked back into the main lab, noted the puddle Jackie had made, and went to clean that up before he made his way back to [Y/N].

They were still tiny, wrapped up and burritoed in the washcloth he'd used to dry them. He picked them up gently and looked them over. They looked to be simply scaled down, completely proportional and mostly unharmed save for wrinkly fingers and toes. Henrik debated asking for permission to experiment.

“Henrik, I’m getting dizzy,” they said, “Please stop holding me upside down..!”

He righted them with a hasty apology and a light embarrassed blush. He hadn’t meant to look at their feet for so long, but there was something interesting about how very small they were. Well, he decided, for now he’d let them recover. He wrapped them in the dry towel again and picked them up. Goodness, but they were still shivering! So he held them to his chest and took them to his examination room where it was warmer.

Over the next several hours, he jerry rigged ways to check their vitals and see what effect their new size had on them. So far, it seemed, the only lasting effect was being cold. Their O2 levels were fine, heart rate was relatively normal if mildly elevated, bmi was vastly unchanged, mineral levels were fine… The only difference was they couldn’t retain their body heat.

By the time Jackie had come back more or less recovered, Henrik had their tiny friend wrapped in several warmed facial washcloths and resting on his work desk. Understandingly, the hero was concerned about their shivering, as was Schneeplestein. He’d offered to care for them, but Hen wouldn’t hear it; not in the poorly condition he was in. In Jackie’s current condition, Henrik wasn’t sure he could even defend himself from Anti. Speaking of, he was grateful he hadn’t seen him lately and said as much.

“He’s sulking,” Jackie explained, wrapping himself in one of the many heated blankets, “I’ve been avoidin’ him.”

“Zhat is probably for zhe best, mein friend.”

“He’s a dick!” [Y/N] piped up vehemently.

And as much as he hated to admit it, Henrik laughed. He laughed harder than he should have in all honesty.

But fate is nothing if not a bastard.

At first, no one noticed the hissing white noise, not even [Y/N] who was understandably on edge. Jackie was the first to make a face of discomfort, turning his head to try to avoid the subtle noise almost subconsciously. But as the sound grew, even Henrik started trying to drown out the sound.

Until everyone realized what it was and paled.

Jackie wobbled to his feet and put himself between Henrik and the door not a few beats before a pale green foot rammed it open. No one had time to react as Anti glitched himself into the room and tackled Jackie to the floor. Poor Jackie didn’t stand a chance, not after what he’d been through.

Henrik watched in abject horror as the glitching maniac headbutted the hero at full force. He turned and grabbed [Y/N], clutching them protectively and when he turned back, he stared into the jet black eyes of Jackie’s assailant. What was worse, Anti was now holding a very small, very squirmy hero who was no more than six inches high.

“How-?”

“I w͘a̛rn̸ed ̢h̶įm͘. Now ͢it͢'̀s̡ ̶hís ̶tur͝ņ.”

With that, Henrik could only watch as he lifted the poor lad up and dropped him into his maw. He told himself to do something, to do anything, just get Jackie away from Anti’s throat! But something held him frozen. Maybe the look in those mad, black eyes or maybe not, but he got to helplessly watch as Anti gulped hard and Jackie sank. Still unable to move, he made a sound of protest, but not even words came out. Another gulp and the distention in Anti’s throat elongated, which made the slit in his trachea ooze a few small drops of blood. Henrik demanded his arms do something, but nothing happened. Not even when Anti closed his mouth, sealing the weakened hero’s fate.

One last gulp and the spell was broken. Henrik screamed but the damage was done. Anti’s throat bulged and swelled with the struggling, but the lump slid down and disappeared, squeezed behind his clavicles.

“Let him go, Anti!” Henrik begged.

“An̕d ̕w̡h͝y̶ ͠wou͡ĺd̸ ͠I ͟do ̸that? ́H̵e͘ f̨e͘els̕ ̡s̷o͠ g̢oo͜d~!͡” he quipped, rubbing his abdomen as it rounded out noticeably, “Bu͏t͝ ́I'͜m̧ s̨ti͞l̡l h̷ung̴ry̴. Why d͘on͞'̡t ́I͜ t̡a̛ke̛ ̷th͟at pi͘psqųeak o͏ff y͝o̸ur h̡an̢ds͞?”

He reached for [Y/N] and Henrik’s brain exploded into panic. His chest went tight and his mouth went dry, and every thought vanished from his mind.

So he did the unthinkable.

His body acted on instinct and he shoved the terrified shrunken person into his mouth and gulped hard. Anti stopped and scowled as Henrik gagged on their hips before reflexes took over, causing him to swallow again and again to dislodge the blockage in his windpipe. He closed his mouth over their feet and with one more gagging swallow, they disappeared.

He sneered with a frustrated chuckle, “That'͏s̸ f͡in͞e,҉ I̴ ͝alrȩądy̕ h͞ave͞ a ̷meal͟. ̸But͟ ͜know͠ ̕th̸is: i̡f͝ ͏I͘ s̸e̢e͜ th̴em ̴o̢ut aga͡in͞,̡ ͞a̵l͟l t͞h͡re͜e̕ ơf҉ ̧yơú ̡ar̴e̵ ͡min͏e.”

With manic laughter, the glitch fizzled out of existence and Henrik’s legs collapsed beneath him. He hadn’t even felt [Y/N] sink into his stomach, but there they sat heavily, trembling like a leaf inside him.

“Vhat… have I… done..?” he breathed, “Vha- vhat do I do?”

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