THE MOMENT
"Turning you into a fairy doesn't sound like something I'm capable of...," Carl replied without looking. He woke to the adorable sound of tiny anger. He caught a glimpse of his best friend looking extraordinarily small with a pair of translucent insect wings behind his back; but, the curtain was open and the sunlight was too bright. After a quick glance, he shut his eyes again and faced the wall. That was when Peter blamed him for his new form. "Are you sure it was me? I wasn't drinking alone," Carl replied.
"I was still human when everyone else left. That's when we kept going because we live here. I remember you said you had a magical secret you wanted to share... but things start getting fuzzy around then...," Peter admitted.
"I don't have any magical secrets...," Carl said. He wasn't necessarily doubting Peter's memory, and instead wondered why he would say that. But, he did have a private life and kept some things from even his best friend. He groggily ran down the list, but his mind struggled with every thought. "Oh." He opened his eyes suddenly as a thought lined up. He wasn't expecting to see fairy Peter standing on the bed in front of his face with his arms crossed.
"Oh, what?" he asked with a small voice.
"Uhhh, go over there to the chair," Carl waved the fairy toward the computer without turning around to face the sunlight. He'd wanted to keep it a secret for selfish reasons. But, apparently, drunk him decided it would be better with a friend. A couple of weeks ago, he stumbled across a mysterious hobby shop that he wasn't able to find again. But, he left the hobby shop with something called a 'node' and access to alternate realities through a network known as the 'AlterNet'. It was the most realistic virtual MMO he'd ever played, even visiting other worlds. And, he realized he wanted Peter adventuring with him much more than he wanted to keep it to himself.
"I hope you remembered how to fix it!" Peter shouted so his voice would travel.
"Just say the magic word," Carl replied to the wall. "Logout."
"What? What do you mean logout?" as soon as he spoke the word, his body ballooned to his normal size, and he filled the chair. "What the hell?" he asked.
"I didn't turn you into a fairy," Carl answered with a dismissive wave. "You picked that for yourself. Wait until I wake up, and I'll give you the full rundown."
"Yeah, that's fine," Peter nodded weakly as he stood from the chair to go to his room. He could think a lot clearer as a fairy. He considered trying to turn back into a fairy, but he wanted to get some sleep first. "My head's killing me too."