Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

12. Caught in the crossfire

'The un-identified individual known as Slimecicle was once again seen last night as they swung through the New York sky line.'

The news reporters voice played through Charlie's ear buds as he sat at the till of the circle k. He was watching a report talking about a supposed vigilante that's been raging the news recently.

It had been a week since they first appeared. Multiple clips on twitter of them being chased down by both Rewind and Dream had gone viral, and after they had appeared again almost every night that week, people were started to get interested.

'Professionals say their power is most likely a monster form power, giving them the ability to transform into some sort of slime being. And though they've been seen to identify most prominently as a man, they have stated to identify with practically anything else, including niether male or female.'

The news reporter continued to talk on and on about findings and professional reports, though charlie wasnt exactly listening. He hadn't exactly felt the greatest when he woke up that morning.

When he says not the greatest he doesnt mean physically, more mentally. It happens occasionally where he'll just wake up and feel like a failure, or end up wishing he was dead. But, he can deal with that. Just make your usual puns and laugh it off.

He sighed as he laid his forehead down onto the counter. He just hoped he could get out of here soon.

He looked at his phone to check the time, seeing it read 6:48 pm. He heaved a sigh as he once again laid his head down on the counter.

Things that week hadn't been the greatest, I mean he started it off by literally getting shot. But generally, he'd also had a fairly rough time doing normal things.

He felt heavier, like, all the time. Almost as if his weight had been doubled. He had wondered if maybe he wasnt eating healthy but, his body hadn't changed in the slightest. And he also hadn't changed anything in his diet. It was like a big weight in his stomach, that just kept weighing him down.

Eventually he got used to it, though not cause it disappeared, he just, got used to it.

He'd also started hearing things, which was, worrying, to say the least. It started that day when the 'american pride hat' customer had come in. He had hoped it wouldnt happen again, but at least two more times that week had he heard voices that weren't his, or any one around him to say the least.

They sounded like his voice, but he knew it wasnt him. It sounded bubbly, more energetic. He had contemplated whether they were just his own thoughts being loud, but, he didnt remember thinking them.

And probably not as important, but still slightly odd. He's been remembering things that he never did. Feelings of familiarity to things that never felt familiar before.

The strangest time this occurred, was when somewhere he read something mentioning the witch of the woods, along with the massacre of 1736.

The massacre of 1736 was an incident that killed around 30 people. It was said the witches demon from hell had gone and killed them all in retaliation for the witches death, but like, sure. Though, what's made it such a mystery was that, even though the witch was absolutely despised by everyone, after her death, a grave was made in her honor. People have always tried to figure out who made the grave, but no ones ever gotten any definitive proof.

The strangest thing was when he came across some internet thread talking about it, and he couldnt help but feel a certian way about all the things people were saying. Like when they called the witch, 'a witch' he wanted to correct them. But, he didnt even know what hed correct it to.