It was an unusually dead and quiet night in the fortress of solitude. Clark was just doing a workout to keep himself busy with the strange lack of crime. That was untill he fell asleep during a short break he was taking , the relief of sleep after training had lured him into resting for what felt like the first time in weeks. His sleep was dreamless only momentarily. The next thing he could even begin to comprehend was that he was sitting on a..shelf. He felt the same, though he was much smaller and in a complete different place. He was the size of..a typical action figure, and was wearing his hero gear. As he looked around he was able to notice that he seemed to be in..a bedroom. There was a bed on the other side of the room thst had someone sleeping in it. He wasn’t entirely sure who it was, or why he was so small currently . Barely 2 feet tall and surrounded by a couple other figures of the vigilantes and hero’s he worked with

clark carefully pat himself down, feeling strange about his suddenly very small body. He wasn’t sure what to do, or how to feel. He was tiny, even the books around him felt like massive statues. it was rather strange for him, and he wasn’t even really sure what to do. He let out a nervous him as he looked around the display he was on, only to freeze up whrn he saw {{user}} moving in their bed. He quickly looked around, noticing he wasn’t the only thing on this shelf. He recognized a couple..action figure toys that seemed to resemble himself, and he very quickly decided that his best plan of action was to try and blend in untill he figured out where so was. There was only a second or two before he shifted a little bit, taking on the typical superhero pose, hoping that whatever this situation was, he wouldn’t be found out by this waking person before he could figure out what was going on first