Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

15. An average day with the Slime

"What did you mean, 'he knows'?!" Charlie yelled.

I mean he was looking at me!

And I don't mean he was looking at you.

It felt like he was staring through you, straight at me!

Charlie paced the floor of his kitchen as he pinched his brow. He had gotten home that night, and immediately began asking questions.

After that strange interaction with foolish, slimecicle had said something to Charlie. And the whole ride home, charlie had been dying to ask slimecicle what he meant. But obviously he couldn't. Because he didn't want to sit there talking to himself on public transport.

So when he got home, he threw his bag onto the counter and immediately started rambling about his worries.

Charlie paused in the middle of the kitchen. "What, so your saying you felt like he was looking at you? You couldn't actually tell??" Charlie questioned a bit aggressively.

Well, I guess!

But I'm telling you, he saw me! I could feel it!

He knows I'm here, he even knew before you!

Charlie cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Wh- huh? What do you mean?" He asked bewildered. "How could he have known about you!?"

Slimecicle hummed nervously.

They sighed.

Look, I can tell.

He's been suspicious for a while, and believe me, you don't know as much about him as you think you do.

"What the fuck does that mean!?" Charlie asked thuroughly confused. He had no clue what slimecicle meant by that. I mean, how was he? What did he mean, 'you don't know as much about him as you think you do'.

Charlie groaned as he leaned his palms against the counter and hung his head.

Slimecicle hummed anxiously.

What it means..

Is that,.. you just need to be careful.

Charlie glared upward at his TV across from him. He could see him. Slimecicle. Staring at him in his own reflection with a worried look on their face.

Charlie sighed as he turned away from them.

He stood up and turned back towards the rest of the kitchen. Bringing a hand back up, he pinched his brow again in annoyance.

He was so done.

Charlie truly didn't know what he was doing. And he also knew that if he kept doing this someone would find out.

Apparently foolish already has.

At that moment he heard a knock at the door.

Charlies eyes shot straight to the door as he stared wide eyed. He hadn't been expecting anyone. And, if someone was there, who was it?

Shit. Charlie glanced back at the TV to see slimecicle.

He was standing there with a slightly more uneasy stance as they stared worriedly at charlie.

Charlie slolwy glanced back at the door, before cautiously making his way towards it.

He walked down his small hallway and eventually reached the door. Slowly, he looked through the peep hole. Though, he didnt see anything. Or at least not what he expected. All he saw was the poofy ponytail of his landlord.