Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

18. Slimecicles idea

Charlie flopped into bed after turning off the light, pulling the blanket up over himself before resting comfortably and attempting to fall asleep.

The time was around 8:30 pm, but he thought he'd try to catch up on some sleep after being tired the whole day.

He sighed as he got comfortable, "goodnight.." he spoke, before rolling over onto his back and closing his eyes.

Goodnight Charlie.

Slimecicle responded.

Silence overcame them. The only audible noise being Charlie's slow, steady breathing.

After a moment, charlie felt uncomfortable. The strange tense feeling he had gotten recently was back, and he only had a hunch what it meant.

Though, he wouldn't need to ask.

Charlie?

He sighed, begrudgingly opening his eyes as he stared at his bedroom wall. "Yes slime?" He asked.

Could you.. maybe stick a foot out from under the blanket..?

It's really hot...

After a moments pause, charlie huffed, pulling his blanket up and pushing out a single foot into the cold open air.

"Better?" He droned.

Yes, thank you.

Slimecicle spoke with a quiet, happy tone.

He huffed as he laid back comfortably again, shuffling under the blanket as a soft smile appeared on his face. One, which remained there through out the night.

When he woke up, he went through the typical routine.

Get up, get dressed, have breakfast, go to work, then come home and do it all again the next day. That's how his days went.

Today however wasn't like that. Well, he at least tried to keep it the same, but a certian someone has kept that from happening for the past week.

So, today he did the usual. Get up, get dressed, have breakfast. After which he usually sits on his couch scrolling tiktok until 12 pm when he goes to work.

And that's what he did, with the only exception of actually enjoying it.

He sat on the couch scrolling through video after video, trying to ignore the small comments slimecicle made about every single one of them.

Every time a new video came up they'd say something about every little bit of it. Begging charlie to scroll back up to a video he skipped, just to end up not liking it and scrolling anyways.

It drove him mad. In a metaphorical sense if course. Because, while Charlie's mental state was in no way healthy, it wasn't anywhere near actuall insanity. Though it felt like it was getting close.

Eventually, 12 pm began to roll around. At which time, Charlie packed his book bag and went out to stand infront of the bus stop. And even then, the comments didn't stop.

Every new person that passed them by on the sidewalk, slimecicle would say something about them. Whether it was; 'Oh I love their outfit!' Or, 'their hair is so pretty!' It was all the same to Charlie.

All that mattered to him was that they were saying something, Anything. It didn't have to be good or bad, all he cared about was their voice in his head, And the fact that it wouldn't stop.

It was like slimecicle just entirely forgot what he had told them when they first met! He didn't want to hear their voice, Ever. Or at least as little as possible. Because he just wanted peace and quiet, and a disembodied voice in his head did not help that.