"Really?" he croaked, cracking an eye open. Sheesh, Saturday mornings were supposed to be for sleeping in. What did people want?
He stretched his arm out, extending it to the nightstand easily and started dragging his phone to himself.
And reading. And reading. His brow pinched down, confused, worried. It wasn't until he flung his blankets back and went to stand that he even noticed.
He dropped the phone, the clunky, ancient Nokia thankfully handling the fall well enough. Then he hurried to the door of his room, pulling his jacket from off the mirror that hung on it. A little too hard. The mirror fell and a long crack shot up the middle of it. Still, it was upright and he could see himself just fine.
"Aw, no." Yikes. Even his voice had changed. He was used to different sounding voices, but still, hearing himself do this naturally was just....
"Okay... Relax." He drew in a breath, let it out slowly, focusing to release all shape shifting, focusing to his natural state. Then opened his eyes again, looking at the image. Not surprising. He had felt nothing change. "... Right."
"Teddy?"
He jumped at the sound of his mom's voice calling down the hall, immediately shifted his voice to how he was used to sounding. "Yeah?"
"I heard a bang. Are you okay?"
"No?"
Her steps were hurrying down the hall. "No?"
"No, I don't think I'm... There's a problem. Apparently with a few people?"
"Is this about the Mojovision thing that keeps playing on the news?"
"Maybe? Wait, don't come in." Teddy went to swiftly lock the door handle before his Mom reached it. And failed miserably as his fingers just dented the metal. He fumbled with it a bit, realized he was only breaking it more and sighed, hanging his head briefly. He was slow to open the door and peek out at Mrs. Altman, who now looked his age, looking up at him and blinking.