Zit's Not A Problem

Kyle glared at his reflection in the mirror. Of all the days to get a blemish on his nose, it had to be picture day. The spot was huge and shiny and looked absolutely vile. Well, he would soon take care of it, he thought as he reached for the spot cream. Hopefully the magical properties in the cream would mean the spot will have gone by the time he got to school.

By the time he got to the playground, Fanboy and Chum Chum were in the middle of their usual idiocy. He rolled his eyes and, inevitably, they came to him. "Hi Kyle!" Chum Chum called. Fanboy was smirking.
"Hey Kyle! Is that a mountain on your nose?"
"A...what?"
"Seriously, man, it's like you've got a planet riding shotgun on your face."
Kyle put his hand to his nose and groaned. It had gotten bigger!
"Why don't you leave me alone, you thimblewit."
"I'm just saying, lay off the junk food."
Getting angry, he clenched his fists and looked away as he stormed towards the school
"Ooh, ooh, I've got one! Knock knock!" Silence. "Walter, Walter who? Walter ya gonna do about that zit, Kyle?" He laughed and Kyle screwed up his nose, trying to ignore him.
"It looks like a clown nose!"
There was a puff of smoke all of a sudden, and coughing through it, and when it cleared, Chum Chum screamed and the wizard walked on into school.

A little bit later, Fanboy and Chum Chum walked into class, still in a panic. "Kyle! Undo your spell, Fanboy's really sorry!"
He looked up, confused. "I didn't cast any spells." That was when he noticed Fanboy's mouth was missing. The most he could do was make a mildly irritating whistling sound with his nose. As he took this in, a grin split across Kyle's face.
"It happened during that puff of smoke when he was making those jokes! He needs his mouth, please give it back!"
"I'm sorry," he replied in a cheerful voice, "but as much as I wish I cast this spell, I did not, so I really cannot help you." He turned his attention to the front of the class, listening to the lesson, feeling oddly contented. Halfway through, however, his nose started to get itchy. He ignored it as long as he could, then wrinkled his nose and finally brought his hand up to rub it. The moment his fingers moved against the sore pimple on his nose, a flash of light burst from it, a blast that collided with Mr Mufflin and in seconds he was gone, turned the size of an ant. Everyone turned to look at the preteen wizard in their midst, who simply looked shocked. He had no clue what had happened. One moment there was a teacher, and the next there was not. Nobody really knew what to do.

The next time something strange happened was during recess, where as he started to read his book, a sparkling green trail erupted from his nostril and wormed its way over to where the girls were playing skipping. It tripped Lupe, causing the rope to trip Yo and Cher as well. When they got up, all three had turned green, and their hair had the appearance and smell of seaweed. The trail was still there, leading to Kyle, and now he couldn't deny that something was up with him.

He hid in the toilets from the enraged girls, desperately searching through his Necronomicon for some idea as to what on earth was going on. Was there anything about magical blemishes? Like hell there was. He couldn't find anything to explain this insanity, until he found a little fold-out piece advertising something to get rid of troublesome spots.

Are your zits causing you disdain? Are you spots giving you and your friends bad spells? Try Gideon Softlung's latest spot cream, guaranteed to stop unsightly pimples from causing you grief.

Right...so the zit was casting spells? That was curious. The door to the bathroom opened and Kyle pulled his feet off the floor, hoping he wouldn't get noticed. He heard Chum Chum talking, and the irritating whistle of Fanboy's nose. This carried on for a moment before he heard the door open and close again and deemed it safe, but the boys were still there.
"Kyle!"
"I can't help you!"
"What's going on? Why are you doing all this?"
"It's not me! It's the zit! I can't control it!"
The boys exchanged looks. "You think the spells will stop if we pop it?"
He thought for a moment. "I don't know, I think anything that got rid of it would work theoretically, but-" He jerked away as Chum Chum came at him with pinchy fingers. "You're not popping it!"
"Why not?"
"It will hurt, and it will be unpleasant."
"But if it works..." He pulled out a rusty pin, grinning. "It'll only take a second, then all your problems will be over."
"Stay away from me!" He ran out, making as much distance between himself and them as possible.

Lunchtime. Kyle made sure to sit far away from everyone else so there was a chance he would get to eat. At least the spells the zit was casting weren't causing any harm to him. He went to take a bite from his sandwich, but sparks fell from his nose and it grew wings, and feet in shoes just like his. It kicked him in the face to make him release it and flew to freedom. Scowling, he reached for his pudding, but it exploded, going everywhere. Over the other students, across the ceiling, spattering into staff's hair, burying the tiny form that was Mr Mufflin. More glares went his way and he hurried out, but something tripped him and he fell face first onto the ground. There was a loud crash, and when he looked up, Duke's top front teeth were scraping across the ground. Fanboy and Chum Chum met their wizard friend at the door, both with cutlery in their hands. "You sure you don't want us to pop that for you?"
"Quite sure."
Fanboy whistled. Chum Chum nodded.
"Exactly!"
"You can understand that?"
"Yeah, can't you?"
There was an awkward moment. "Come on, let us pop it!"
Fanboy held up a pair of wire clippers with a whistle.
"Uh, actually, I think it's going down now, it'll probably be gone in a little while..."
"Come on, it's for the best!"
"Really, it's fine, I can just learn to control it and I promise to undo all your problems I've caused, but right now...is that a peeler?"
"Every little helps."
That was enough, he decided, breaking for a run. "Get him!" yelled Chum Chum, giving chase. Kyle screamed, passing Chris Chuggy. Chris' legs suddenly grew so long his head was touching the ceiling. He passed the bathrooms. The girls' door dissolved and the boys' door symbol turned into a female symbol. He passed Francine, whose hair suddenly grew so long she resembled Cousin It. With every step, another freaky change was made to the school and the people inside. With every change, more people joined the chase, enraged. At least Chum Chum was happy with having weapons for arms now. And then, finally, it ended as Kyle tripped over a vine of what used to be a curtain and was sent sprawling. He squirmed away, looking terrified. "It wasn't my fault!" He insisted to the wave of angry voices. "I'm not doing this, it's the zit!"

And then something very strange happened. The zit on Kyle's nose grew arms and legs and rolled off his face, landing on its hands on the floor and springing itself to its feet. Everyone drew away from it in disgust, and it gave a tiny, high-pitched laugh. It sounded evil.
"Be gone, mortal fools!" The zit yelled before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Kyle gave a sheepish smile.

Class picture. Kyle in the middle, looking at his feet. Around him were Cher, Yo and Lupe, still green, Fanboy, still with no nose, Duke, whose teeth were so heavy his head was dragged to the ground, Chris, so tall his face disappeared off shot, Cheech, covered in leopard print fur, Michael, who looked like a human disco ball, Nancy covered in eyes, Francine covered in hair and Fankylechum, who appeared to be made of goop now. They were all glaring at him. Chum Chum was at the front, enjoying his new mutation.