âCome on Jekyll! I know we could walk much faster than this!â night was falling fast as Henry Jekyll made his way back to the Society from a dinner party, already exhausted, not by the event, but more so by the fact he would be out running around for the duration of the night, or more precisely, Edward Hyde would be running around for the duration of the night, whether Henry wanted to stay in or not. Entering the society and heading back to his office, Henry was doing everything in his power to not turn to the nearest reflective surface and give Edward some kind of lecture, but was stopped by Hyde himself yelling again in his ear.
âHey! Hey! Hey! Wait!â Henry groaned
âWhat?â He whisper yelled at the other man glancing around for something that would show Hyde.
âDoddleâs door open! And I can can smell pastries!â Mr Doddle, the popular confectionist of the society had left the door to his room/kitchen open, and upon approaching it could spot a tray of pastries resting on the table across from the open door.
âDonât be ridiculous! We are not stealing his experiments!â Jekyll huffed and started past the door, only to be be stopped again in his tracks as Hydeâs more smokey version of himself formed in front of him.
âHell no! Youâve already gone and stolen my time! You owe me a little debauchery!â He snarled, furious, and Henry knew Hyde was more angry by this offence than he had let on previously. The two held the stare for a moment before Jekyll finally sighed, deciding it would be better to placate the little shit than for him to take out that anger on Jekyll the moment it was his turn. Turning back towards the door, glancing around to make sure the owner of the confections was indeed not in sight, Jekyll darted into the room, grabbed the pastry, and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his vest, and speed walking the rest of the way back to his office, followed by a giddy Edward, nearly jumping up and down in the full sized mirror as they both entered the office. Henry set the sweet down on the table near the wall and brushed the crumbs off his jacket, automatically going to retrieve the ingredients for the HJ7 formula, basically engraved in his brain by now, completely ignoring the monologue Edward had been going on for the last five minutes, something about a new bar in the east end, Henry did not care, but Hyde did fall silent as the concoction in the beaker turned from red to green. Out of the corner of his eye, Henry could spot the grin on Edwardâs face, sharp and spreading from ear to ear, he tried not to let it bug him.
He chugged the liquid.
The mind wrenching pain that always came with the switch was never to be underestimated as the good doctor clutched his head in his hands falling to the ground, landing a bit wrong on his arm, there would probably be bruises there by tomorrow, and the muffled scream that broke half way through, his frame shrinking and brown locks growing long and pale. Edward Hyde had a grin on his face as he came back up for air, laughing in the empty room as Henry Jekyll rolled his eyes and sighed from the mirror.
âDonât do anything stupidâ Hyde ignored him, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of the pastry left by Henry, tripping over the over sized pant legs and knocking into the table, making it sake as he lunged for the sweet, shoving it in his mouth.
âCareful!â
âFumck omff!â Edward responded as eloquently as possible with his mouth full, flipping off the full sized mirror.
âGod youâre an idiot.â
âI knomw you awre buwt whmat amm I?â Edward wiped his mouth with Henryâs shirt sleeve.
âMe.â Jekyll said, monotone, at the man sprawled on the floor, an utter mess.
âFucker.â Great retort Edward, no way he can make a comeback from that.
Luckily for Hyde, Jekyll just rolled his eyes, before disappearing from the mirror with a muttered, âJust get changed already.â
Edward grinned, feeling like he won, and got dressed, dawning his most wretched cape, and started heading for the door. Closing the door behind him, Hyde started to head to the kitchen, see if he could steal some cookies from Rachel and- oh dear thatâs not good.
Everything suddenly felt just a bit too tight.
Looking down at himself, Hyde found that the pant legs, fitted to the bottom of his ankles, were now steadily making their way up towards his knee, and he did have some trouble breathing as the collar of his shirt caught around his neck, making him cough, and to be quite honest, the ceiling did seem to be a bit closer than usual.
âFuck.â
âWhat did I say! What did I say! Now look what youâve done!â Jekyllâs furious voice in his ear was doing nothing to help the steadily, uh, growing, situation.
âHey this is your fault too!â
âExcuse me?!â Jekyllâs screech in his ear told his that was probably not the best way to go about this.
âOh dearâŚâ The voice came from behind Edward, turning, he saw the one and only Mr. Doddle. He looked Edward up and down, tisking at the sight.
âOh it seems the effect was a bit more exaggerated than I expected.â He muttered âThen again you always have been a bit of a strange one mister Hyde,â He chuckled âPredictable, but stange nevertheless.â Hyde took that particular in phrase in offence.
âPredictable!â He gasped, Mr. Doddle let out another chuckle, cheeks pink and kind eyes.
âI am sorry mister Hyde! But it was obvious if I let me door open, you would eventually come sniffing around, but I do apologize for using you as a test subject.â He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottled glass, inside was a sparkling pink liquid. âBut here we are mister Hyde! Should shrink you back down to your normal, small stature!â Doddle had to stretch up to give Edward the vile.
âDoes it have to be completely back to size?â Hyde muttered and Doddle chuckled as Edward downed the liquid.
âSorry to say yes sir.â
When Edward was back to normal, he stared down solemnly at his now ripped and stretched clothes, cracked his knuckles before looking back to Mr. Doddle when his voice chimed again.
âBut let this be a lesson to you mister Hyde, If you could try and not snoop through my treats again, Iâd much appreciate it.â
