Jerome stared at his arm. "Okay..." he said slowly, not taking his eyes off the tuxedo. Out of the corner of his vision, he could just make out a furry paw poking out from the end of the sleeve. "This makes perfect sense," he said aloud.

~*~

Something hit Mitch-something that he probably should have realized before. He slowly opened his bedroom door and made his way through the hallways until he was right outside Jerome's door. "...perfect sense," he heard him say. Mitch subconsciously fiddled with his dog tags before lifting up a hand and knocking on Jerome's door.

"Jerome? Did... did anything look different when you woke up?"

Jerome sounded almost relieved. "Oh thank God Mitch, you can tell me if I'm still dreaming or not..." Mitch had a sinking feeling that he knew where this was going. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

What else would he possibly find but a wookie in a suit sitting on Jerome's bed.

Mitch recoiled a little bit, putting his arms in front of him to block any sort of offensive move the wookie might make- only to realize that this WASN'T the Hunger Games. "But I should've known that, the Hunger Games don't happen in real life anyways..."

"Should've known what?" the wookie asked, looking up. His eyes widened when he saw Mitch. "So, is this some messed up dream that progressed from me killing you with a cactus to becoming our skins, or is this actually happening?"

"I don't- I'm not entirely sure," Mitch admitted. "I think that-"

He was interrupted by piglike snorts coming from the hallway.

"What the heck?" Jerome-he had to be Jerome-asked, getting up. He pushed past Mitch and looked into the hallway. Mitch stuck his head over his shoulder to get a better look.

A large, purely pink pig was running down the hallway. A few seconds after it passed, Mitch heard an all-too-familiar voice say, "Jeffrey! Get back here!"

~*~

Jason shook his head. "This doesn't happen," he said, examining the straps on his spacesuit. "You don't just wake up one morning wearing a-" he cut off as he heard snorting noises. "What the..." Jason muttered, looking around. His closet door seemed the most likely culprit, and sure enough, the noises got louder as he walked over to it.

Jason pulled back the door, wondering what in the world would be making that kind of noise.

Out barreled a pig, ramming straight into him, snorting almost happily.

"What the- Hey! Get off!" Jason protested, shoving the pig away. The pig tilted his head, looking somewhat cute, before turning around and nudging his door open, bolting down the hallway.

Jason stared at it as it ran down the hall. His mind somehow managed to make a bridge between the spacesuit and the pig. "Jeffrey?" he asked, before running out the door without pausing to think. "Jeffrey! Get back here!"

He kept running, chasing after the pig, past Adam's closed door, Mitch's open one, Jerome's open one with two faces, one furry sticking out of it, Ian's clo- Jason backed up until he got to Jerome's door. "You've gone furry," he said stupidly. He could hear the distant snorts of Jeffrey growing even fainter as he continued to run down the hallway.

"And you're wearing a spacesuit," the furry thing-a wookie?-observed.

"He's Jerome, if you couldn't tell," Mitch told Jason.

Jason took a step back. "What the- how the-" he was going to continue stammering, but just then Jeffrey came back down the hallway, ramming into his feet and almost knocking him over.

"Is that Jeffrey?" Mitch asked, sounding interested, as he watched the pig retreat back down the hall.

"I guess so," Jason said, steadying himself. "I just kinda woke up and he was there."

"How do you think he got there?" Jerome asked. "And does anybody have any idea why we're all like this?" Jason just noticed that Mitch was wearing clothes he had never worn before.

Jason opened his mouth the respond with 'not a clue', but an unfamiliar, high pitched shout cut him off. "Who put a pig in front of my door?!"

~*~

Adam looked over at his door, jumping, as something rammed into it. It rammed his door a second time, now accompanied by a snort. "The heck?" he asked the air. Everything seemed... bigger, for some reason, but he tried not to pay any attention to it and focused instead on opening his door. He pushed it open, wondering what in the world was almost breaking it, to find a large pig sitting there.

"Who put a pig in front of my door?!" Adam shouted. His voice apparently excited the pig, because it jumped up and knocked him onto his back, acting a lot like a dog. "Hey!" he shouted, trying to get it off. "Get off!" The pig refused to move.

He heard footsteps-three sets, actually, but only one sounded normal. The others sounded like a cat or something and like somebody was banging a piece of metal on the ground. "Looks like somebody found Jeffrey," one of the people commented.

"Mitch? Can you get this thing off me?" Adam asked. The pig was even larger than an above-average sized pig. It leaned down to lick his face and Adam just managed to shove it away in time. "Please?"

"Who're you?" somebody who sounded like Jerome asked.

"I'm Adam, moron," Adam snapped, "And I really need some help getting this pig off me." He saw something large and blue lean down, grab the pig, and pull him off of Adam.

"There," the blue thing said. Adam realized that he was wearing a spacesuit; he sounded like Jason. He also realized that the thing that had sounded like Jerome was large and furry.

Although, come to think of it, they all seemed bigger than normal. Even Mitch, who didn't look different at all. "Why's everything so big?" Adam asked, and then he heard his own voice.

SkythekidRS.

~*~

"Who put a pig in front of my door?!"

Ian looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice. Whoever had said it, they sounded like they hadn't even hit puberty yet. Probably a thirteen year old boy or something, but why would a kid be in their house? And why would there be a pig in the house?

He forced himself to get up and push his door open, stepping into the hallway. Ian looked one way-nothing. He turned around and looked down the other end of the hall-Mitch, a wookie, somebody in blue armor holding a pig, and a thirteen year old boy. "Seems legit," Ian muttered to himself. Considering what had happened to him, he was willing to bet that the wookie was Jerome and the person holding the pig was Jason-the pig probably being Jeffrey-but he still had no clue who the kid was.

"What's going on here?" he asked, walking over. "And who's this?" He gestured to the kid.

The kid stared at him, his mouth open. Ian could see his eyes even through his sunglasses; they were a golden color. "Ian! It's me, Adam! Geez!"

Ian blinked. "Riiight," he said slowly.

"Ian, dood," Mitch said. Ian just noticed that he was wearing something other than a gray hoodie-that was a first. "Think about it. Jerome's his skin. You're your skin. Jason's Jason's skin. I'm my skin. This kid looks suspiciously like Adam's skin. And his name is Sky the KID RS."

Ian held up a hand. "Okay, okay, fine," he said. "But how did this happen?"

Adam-it had to be him-said, "You think I know?!"

The pig thrashed in Jason's arms. "Stop! Jeffrey!" he shouted, but Jeffrey just squirmed even more and let out a loud, irritated snort.

"How did he get here?" Ian asked, looking at the pig.

"Found him- closet- dunno- JEFFREY!" Jeffrey had somehow managed to get out of Jason's grip and was running down the hallway at top speed. He turned a corner. There was the sound of him ramming into the door, the door opening, a shout suspiciously like Quentin's, a splashing noise, and then Jeffrey came back, soaking wet and squealing.

"From the sounds of it..." Jerome said, trailing off.

"...it happened to the fish, too," Mitch finished.

"Do you think Ty woke up like this too?" Adam asked.

Jason picked Jeffrey up, who promptly shook himself in his arms, spraying water everywhere. Jason sighed and tried to wipe the water off of his visor, but only succeeded in smearing it.

"Only one way to find out," Ian told Adam and Mitch. He started walking down the hall, and as he turned the corner, he caught sight of something blue before Quentin's door slammed shut. Ian knocked on the door. "Let me guess, you're a mudkip."

Ty's door opened and he looked out. Sure enough, he was wearing a green and black headset and half of his hair was covering part of his face. "Who's a mudkip?"

"Quentin," Ian responded, knocking on the door again.

"How'd you guess?" Quentin said, opening the door. He blinked a few times when he actually saw Ian and Ty. "Uh..."

"We're all like this," Ian said, for the benefit of both him and Ty. "That was Jeffrey you just... water gunned?" he guessed.

"How'd this even happen?" Quentin asked, running his hands over the fin on his head.

Ian shrugged. "I wish I knew."

"Wait, everybody's like this?" Ty asked, his eyes wide. Without waiting for an answer, he darted past Ian and turned the corner. "Oh."

"Ty!" Adam shouted.

Quentin turned to Ian, confused. "Who..."

"Adam," Ian said.

"But..."

"SkytheKID."

"Oh."

~*~

A while later, everybody was comfortably seated-or at the very least seated-in the main living room, Jeffrey having calmed down and just pacing in circles, chasing his tail. Normally they would've gone outside to discuss thing, but considering what they were discussing, they had deemed it a good idea to not let anybody else see them.

Adam's legs barely reached the floor, and he had tucked himself up into a ball on his chair, resting his head on his chin. "Okay. I need an explanation for this," he said.

"I don't think there is one," Ty said slowly. After getting over the shock of discovering that his best friend was now a thirteen-year-old, he had mostly just been confused.

Jerome seemed to be thinking. That look wasn't normally good on a human, but Mitch hated to think what it meant on a wookie. "What do you have to say, Jerome?" he asked anyways.

Jerome shrugged. "Just thinking; how many people could we give the ultimate troll to if we went out in public like this?"

"No," Ian said shortly. "At the very least, you, Quentin, and Jason can't go out or do vlogs until we get this sorted out.

"Why not?" Jerome whined.

"Do we really want everybody to know about this?! We'd get people calling you a science experiment, coming into our house, the fans would be confused as heck-"

"Okay, I get it!" Jerome said, cutting Ian off. "Just saying," he added under his breath.

"We can still record and stuff, right?" Jason asked. "As long as we don't show our face."

"Yeah," Ian said.

Mitch yawned. "Is it just Jason, Jerome, and Quentin who can't do stuff? Because I'm going to get cabin fever if I can't go outside."

"Wonderful, let the person with the right minecraft skin not be shunned from society," Quentin muttered.

"Yeah," Ian said again, ignoring Quentin.

"We still need to figure this out, and get back to normal," Adam said, his chin still on his knees.

Ty looked up. "I think I might have an idea," he said after a pause. "But I'm not sure that some of us will like it very much." He looked over at Mitch, narrowing his one visible eye.

"What?" Adam asked, ignoring the look he gave Mitch.

"Well," Ty began, "If this happened to EVERYONE... well, isn't it always magic that fixes everything?"

Mitch caught on. "But he's not-I mean, first off we're still friends, secondly we don't even know if it did happen to him-"

"Are you talking about James?" Jason interrupted.

(donz worry, there shall be a third part soon!)