"What the fuck did you do fatass!?" screamed a particular red head boy wearing a bright green Ushanka.
The boy in front of him was red-faced and breathing heavily. Their latest trip at Dr. Mephisto's lab turned into disaster.
"It's none of your fuck business you jew!" Cartman's face grew redder, even redder than the hair of the boy in front of him.
"Aw. Fuck. I have this fucking goo in me." The goo, bright green and glinting in the light was indeed covering Kyle. He tried to swipe them off but to no avail, his hands only seem to pass through it. He gave up as he saw Cartman clutching a gerbil with enlarged buttocks. "Mr. Garrison is going to get mad when he sees Lemmiwinks."
The day ebbed away and the moon rose in its midst. The boys went back to their homes, panting but blessed that they rescued Lemmiwinks from further buttocks enlargement. As they walk through the snow clad streets, Kyle was oblivious that the green goo he's desperately removing was entering every orifice in his body. It seeps into the very pores of his body and the chemicals within bonds with his blood.
Back at his home, he went to the bathroom and prepared for the night. He spat the remains of his toothpaste and looked at himself in the mirror. "Hm. Must have evaporated off." he said pertaining to the goo before.
His dreams that very night were clear as day. He's a slime in his dream, slithering in every crevices and nooks. Underneath him, a boy of golden hair and bright orange parka sleeps in the shadow. A feeling swells inside Kyle. Like he needs to lunge at the boy beneath and if he doesn't, he thinks that it would make him feel terrible. And so he does.
He jumped at the boy's face hidden beneath a thin film of clothes. He entered his mouth, his nose, every hole in his head. The blonde boy woke with a jolt. He desperately tried to remove the thing attacking his face but no matter how hard he tried, his hands just seem to pass through. He could do nothing as he suffocated at the presence invading him.
An alarm woke Kyle in the morning. His face reflected in the mirror, heavily distraught like someone ruffled him in the night. Nevertheless, he managed to fix himself up. Although, there's no fixing the heavy bags underneath his eyes.
A muffled voice, distraught and scared was screaming in the corner. It was Kenny, his hands were flailing and seems to be swiping something off his face. Beside him was Stan, a concerned look hangs on his face.
"What are you talking about?" asked Kyle.
"Oh. Kenny was just talking about a smoke or something attacking him last night. Seems farfetched to me."
At that moment, Kyle connected the dots. "Did he do that last night?" he asked himself. It's impossible. It's just a dream. Although, his distraught face in the morning and bagged eyes supports Kenny's story.
At the bus, he sat as far away from his friend. In the back of the school bus where no one sat until the bus neared the school. Kyle looked at his hands and focused. He doesn't know why he's looking at his hands but it feels like the right thing to do right now. In the corner of his eyes, he swear he could see the tips of his finger turn green. Wispy smoke emanates from them, dancing in accordance to his breathing. And at one moment that he blinks, his fingers were back to normal.
The rest of the morning period went without a hitch. Mr. Garrison talked about something in math and getting angry midway through. He can't remember why he got angry as he was focusing intently on his hands.
"Dude, you alright? You've been staring at your hands all morning." Stan asked reassuringly.
"Yeah. I'm alright. I just need to get to the bathroom."
Looking back, whatever was that thing on Dr. Memphisto's lab turned him this way. He's probably turning into the very goo that changed him. He needs to go to Dr. Memphisto's lab and ask for a fix for whatever is happening to him. Although what they did last night, his chances are close to zero.
Kyle could do nothing but lock himself at the bathroom. His hands on closer watch are colored green now and they are sweating green viscous slime. He went for the sink to rinse off the goo but as he lurched forward, his feet along with his shoes turned to slime. His other feet too turned and from the looks of it, his whole body is changing to goo. A good second later, Kyle turned completely to goo.
His perspective of the world changed. He could see all around him including underneath himself. He tried to move forward and his whole body moved swiftly in accordance. He could feel himself as being warm like and throbbing. His surface glinted the light above and sparkled onto different shades of green.
The door behind Kyle creaked open, welcoming another person. He slid to the nearest stall and viewed the person. Who was it?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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