AN: I do not own any of the characters except for my OC's


I ran around a lab table, grimacing as a hot beaker filled with a green steaming chemical burned my ungloved hands. I wasn't really big on safety. I splashed some on my foot, which thankfully was covered with a sneaker, and hoped the chemicals wouldn't stain the shoe. Shoving a ton of scattered papers out of the way, I poured the green stuff into another, larger beaker filled with a blue liquid. Relishing the feel of cool glass against my hands once the hot liquid was gone, I watched as the blue-green liquid instantly became clear. I grabbed a dropper and took a sample, placing it under the microscope. Turning it up to its highest magnification setting, I strained my eyes to see anything different, but as far as I could tell it was just water. (It really wasn't. It was a mixture of dangerous chemicals that could kill you if ingested.)

I stepped back and sighed. This wasn't working. I had tried everything, and still no results. I sat on a stool and slumped against a pile of textbooks, strangely loving the feel of the hard edge cutting into my cheek.

What was I doing, you may ask? Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. But fine. It's not like anyone will believe you if you tell them what I'm going to tell you.

I'm trying to create Pym particles. Which technically don't exist. But I know they do. I hacked into some S.H.I.E.L.D. servers and found some deleted files. They mentioned Pym particles, and someone called Ant-Man. Most of the details were encrypted and too tough for me to crack, which just meant that this guy was really important, because there's hardly anything I can't crack. Anyways, there were also some bits and pieces about changing size. The reports mentioned a giant and a human ant. I put the pieces together, and discovered there was a human that could change his (or her) size using Pym particles. I didn't have a clue how they worked, but there must be some way for me to crack the code, too.

Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? Well. You don't have to believe me. I don't care if you think I'm crazy. I'm going to continue my research anyways.

I had a few theories on how they worked. It was either 1) they reduced the mass of the object, 2) they reduced the size between atoms in the object, or 3) the guy was a mutant and Pym particles don't exist. But I'm pretty sure they do. So that leaves only theories 1 and 2.

I had been trying all different types of formulas, mixing random chemicals with no results (other than a chemical burn or two. Heh. Whoops.) So. I had pretty much given up hope at this point.

While I'm sulking in my lab, do you want to know a bit more about me? If not, oh well, but you must be at least a bit interested in me. You're still reading this, aren't you?

So. Well. My mother died giving birth, so right from the start it was just my dad and me. I don't feel guilty or anything, and I don't miss her. My dad had a rough time, but he's better now. I'm 17 years old, and I am (unfortunately) still in high school. I debated skipping a few grades, but got sidetracked by this project. Besides, I hardly go anyways. So. I'm way smart - smarter than any average high schooler, for sure, and probably most college kids. That's why my dad trusts me with crazy dangerous chemicals in my lab, which, in all honesty, he shouldn't. He's not around much - he works a lot. So normally it's just me. Alone. But I like the loneliness. It lets me work in peace.

I have long, naturally blonde hair, even though both of my parents had brown hair, and it is always pulled back in a ponytail. I have green eyes (weird, I know) and naturally straight teeth. Oh. And I only have one friend in the world. My best friend, in fact.

His name is Jack. (I know, Jack and Jill, haha.) And he is my complete opposite. He is not very, umm, how do I say this nicely, smart. But he always attends school, and tries his best. He has a mother, but his dad died overseas (he was a part of the army). He has short, black hair, but really pale skin. And he's pretty ripped, but he doesn't play and sports or work out. It's a weird combination, I know, but it keeps the cheerleaders off of him enough for him to be my friend.

We met in kindergarden, and have been friends ever since. The first day, I cried when I forgot my juice box, so he gave me his, and bam, best friends. He's the only one who knows about my research and doesn't consider me crazy. So. Yeah.

Anyways, I was still slumped over, my hand smooshing into my cheek as I leaned my head against it. I let out a deep, long sigh, too absorbed in my own work to notice my fat cat slipping through the door. (His name is Hercules. And when I say fat, I mean fat. Like, 20+ pounds fat.) Anyways, I didn't notice him jump up onto a lab table and sniff a few of the beakers still filled with random chemicals, or rub his face up against a few. By the time I saw him out of the corner of my eye, it was too late. He knocked over a beaker, spilling it all over. It waterfalled onto the shelf below it, mixing in with a ton of other chemicals. Something exploded and the cat jumped, knocking over dozens of other beakers. It was almost comical, like the cat from "The Secret Life of Pets" running across the snack table, only much, much worse.

"No!" I cried out, dashing over to right the fallen beakers. But I was too late. Chemicals had spilled everywhere, mixing in crazy dangerous ways. Poofs of smoke rose up around me, and the cat fled the room, leaving me in a sea of rainbow chemicals. I rapidly tried to clean them up and stop any further unwanted combinations, but it was no use. I gave up, watching in horror as years of research went, almost literally, down the drain.

My eyes swam before me and I felt lightheaded. The last rational thought that entered my brain before I passed out was that I had probably inhaled too many chemicals.

I woke to a view of my sneaker, which had a huge green stain on it. "Dammit," I muttered, clumsily climbing to my feet. I heard a squish, and realized all of my clothes were soaking wet and smelled like rotten eggs. I rubbed my head, which was pounding like crazy, and blinked my eyes. They took a while to focus, and when they did, I blinked again. There was no way I was seeing what I was seeing. But when I opened my eyes again it was still there. I pinched myself, but I was all too awake.

Around me towered huge glass beakers the size of skyscrapers. I was in the middle of a sea of swirled chemicals, and to my left was a huge dropoff. I rubbed my eyes again, squinting at what I saw. The beakers still towered ten feet over my head, and a cliff still fell away to my left. How did everything get so big? And why was I soaking wet? All I remembered was spilling a few chemicals.

I walked over to the cliff, and when I saw what lay beyond I sucked in a breath. There was my lab, but it was all so huge. My computer loomed on a desk, and skyscraper beakers towered like New York City. Huge papers as large as acres littered the tables and the floor, and textbook mountains dotted the newly formed landscape.

It didn't hit me for another 30 seconds later. The room wasn't huge. I was tiny.

I screamed. And then I laughed. My cat had discovered the Pym particles.

I considered the possibility that I really was going crazy.

The door creaked, and a large, fuzzy mass crept through. And then I remembered the cat.

He walked in cautiously, sniffing the floor. I didn't make a sound, but he swiveled his head and looked directly at me. I squeaked and ran towards the back of the shelf, but he was so much faster. He reached the top of the shelf in seconds, and then I was a part of a cheesy movie that may have been titled "Attack of the 50 Foot Fuzzball."

He stomped towards me, shaking the ground each time he stepped down. His purr sounded like a freight train, and when he blew out a breath the force of the wind knocked me over. I gagged at the putrid tuna-breath. He meowed and I screamed, and then suddenly I was lost in a forest of fur.

He was rubbing his cheek against me. I laughed. That damn cat. Grabbing onto a fur as thick as my wrist, I pulled myself up, clawing my way up to the top of his head.

When I reached the peak of the mountain I breathed a sigh of relief, and then grabbed hold of a hair when the cat started to move. It was like riding a bull, only much bigger. He jumped off the shelf and I nearly fell off, just barely managing to regain my grip before I fell the 100-foot equivalent to the floor. He landed with a thud that jarred me off onto my lab table, and I tumbled through his hair onto a textbook mountain titled "Trigonometry."

The cat walked away before I could climb back on, leaving me stranded on top of a Trigonometry mountain. I saw a geometry textbook sticking out underneath this one, and I lowered myself off the lip of the book until I hung halfway to the next book down. Dropping the rest of the way, I fell in a heap on the hard cover. I was not at all graceful.

I traveled that way down the last four books, sighing in relief when my feet touched the tabletop. I ran over to the computer, checking the time. 1:32. Jack would've just gotten out of school. I ran over to my phone and climbed over the edge, taking a moment to catch my breath on the top. I tried pressing the home button, but I had to jump with both feet just to turn it on. Luckily it was a smartphone, so I was able to enter the unlock code without pressing any more buttons. I pressed the phone icon, and quickly dialed Jack. He picked up on the first ring.

"Jack!" I screamed into the phone. "Jack, help! Come to my house right now!"

"What?" His amplified voice literally knocked me over. "Jill, I can't hear you. Hello?"

Damn. I hung up and then pressed the message icon. It took me forever to press the right letters, but eventually I sent a message that read Need help come now. It was short, but hopefully that would convey the urgency. I sat on top of the phone, biting my lip, wondering what to do next. Sure enough, 10 minutes later I heard him burst through the front door.

"Jack!" I screamed as loud as I could. "Up here!" No response. I heard doors open and close, and then loud thumping as he pounded up the stairs. A second later the door to the lab swung open.

"Jill?" he called, and I covered my ears at the loudness of his voice. "Hello?" His eyes searched the room, glancing right over my tiny form standing on top of my phone.

"Jack!" I screamed as loud as I could. "DOWN. HERE!" He looked in the direction of my voice, but still didn't look at my phone. I hopped off the edge of the phone and ran to the edge of the desk, jumping and waving my arms. "JACK!" Finally, finally, he looked down and saw me. And then he passed out.


AN: So what do you think? How do you like the original characters? Let me know by leaving a review and thanks for reading!