Suddenly, Jake's sharp eyes caught sight of something unusual. "Hey, check it out," he said, nudging his friends. "What the hell is that?" Brad asked, squinting to see what Jake was pointing at.
As they drew closer, they realized that it was a small, naked figure, no more than a foot tall. "Holy shit," Mark whispered. "Is that a real person?"
The figure looked around, its eyes wide with confusion and vulnerability. It was Goten, shrunk down to doll size. He tried to find his clothes, but they were too big for him now. He started to cry, feeling helpless and exposed.
The boys approached Goten, who tried to run away but was too small and slow. They surrounded him, poking and prodding him like he was a strange new species.
"Hey, check out his little wiener," Jake said, snickering. "And look at his butt," Brad added. "It's so cute and round."
Goten tried to defend himself, but his playful insults fell on deaf ears. The boys were too caught up in their discovery to care.
"Hey, let's dress him up," Jake suggested. "I bet he'd look cute in a tutu."
"Or we could put him in a bikini," Brad chimed in. "That would be hilarious."
"Or we could just leave him here," Mark said. "He's not gonna last long in the wild."
Goten realized he was in trouble. He tried to negotiate with the boys, promising them anything if they'd just let him go.
"Please, guys," he said, his voice shaking. "I'm just a kid. Don't hurt me."
"Aww, he's so cute when he begs," Jake said, grinning.
"Yeah, but we can't just let him go," Brad said. "He's too much fun."
Mark picked Goten up, holding him gently in the palm of his hand. Goten struggled, but the boys were too strong.
"Don't worry," Mark said. "We'll take good care of you. For now."
Goten's heart raced as the boys carried him away. He tried to think of a way to escape, but he was too small and helpless.
"Help!" he cried out. "Somebody, please help me!"
"Nobody's gonna hear you, kid," Jake said. "We're the kings of this park."
"Yeah, and you're just our little plaything," Brad added.
Goten's mind raced as the boys continued to taunt and tease him. He knew he had to find a way out, no matter what it took.
"You better not break him," Mark said, holding Goten up to his face. "I kind of like him."
Goten glared back, his eyes filled with fear and determination. He was not about to become anyone's plaything.
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