Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

8. A midnight stroll for slime

Charlie laid silently in bed, his alarm clock read 11:40. He slept quietly, not expecting anything from the night. As he laid there however, his blanket slowly, began to shuffle away.

It started slowly, being pulled by a single point. Shuffleing away from Charlie's body, and off the bed. Once the blanket was gone, Charlie was uncovered, along with a long, slimy tendril reaching out from his body.

The slime had pushed the blanket off the bed, and then slowly slinked back into charlie. For a moment it was silent, only the quiet breathing from charlie could be heard. Then, from under him, came multiple small slimy tendrils.

They slowly covered him. His arms, were gone first, then his legs. Charlie adjusted himself in his sleep, making the slime stop. After charlie settled the slime, slowly, began to cover him again.

It covered his chest, and all that was left was his head. It slowly, creeped up his neck, covering his jaw. Slowly making it's way over his face. Crawling over his ears, covering his hair. Finally, fully enveloping him.

A large, slimy figure laid there where charlie once was. Then, two small black beads appeared on its head. Blinking once, then twice.

Then, in an instant slimy locks of hair covered their head, A long stick appearing along side it. Then On their face was a pair of large square glasses, a mouth and a nose. A shirt appeared, and on it was three hearts. only this time, one of them was blacked out, leaving only two red. A pair of Jean's formed, and two convers on both their feet.

The only thing that wasnt green slime were the three hearts, which were bright red with only one dark black.

Slimecicle moved his hand, holding it out above his head, staring at it. He smiled. He pushed himself up on the bed into an upright sitting position. Looking over himself, he touched his hair, flicking it and watching slime residue go splatting onto the wall. He sat there, and then released a tense sigh.

The thing was, it wasnt just a loud exhale. It was very vocal, and had voice, which made slimecicle stop. They sat there, eyes wide. He tried to speak.

"Hee.... he, Hee..ha....he! Haha!! ha! I can talk!!" Slimecicle spoke exasperated. He had a wide smile on their face, and he felt giddy. "Wh- I. Ha! I wasnt able to do that before! Oh gosh!"

Slimecicle jumped up off the edge of the bed, standing upright on the ground. They wobbled a bit, and steadied himself by throwing his arms out to the side, and stepping into a more action ready position. They stood there, silent, then stood up more stabley.

"Heh, ok. Been a while since I used my legs! What was it, three hundred years? Yeah something like that." They weren't specifically speaking to anyone, more like they were voicing their thoughts out loud. He felt excited, it had been a long time since he had done anything social, which, was exactly what he felt like doing.

He exhaled a grateful sigh. "Man, it's good to get out of there. Why do human bodys need to be so hot? And why do they like blankets? It just makes it even hotter!" They spoke, slowly walking out of charlies bedroom.

Slimecicle stepped into the living room. they looked around, looking at the couch, the kitchen and all its appliances. Eventually, he stepped over to the bathroom door. They turned the door nob and opened it.

They stopped, looking at their reflection in the mirror. He saw himself, for the first time in three hundred years. He looked at the stick in his head, the only thing apart of him not made of slime.

They slowly reached a hand up towards the stick. He grabbed it, and just stood there for a moment. They seemed sad, almost longing for something. They looked down, after a moment they let go of the stick. He stood there, lost in sorrowful thought. After a moment their Expression went from sad, to uncomfortable. Whatever he was thinking about scared him.