You walk into a room. You almost immediately walk out seeing a slime contianer on a desk. You can't do this again. You cant open the lid. But you're curious, a gnawing growing curiousity. It controls you, the jar of slime is already open. You're heaving as you slowly reveal the slime's surface.
You find yourself standing there looking at an untouched slime. Your knees are weak from relief. You sink to the floor, happy to see the slime untouched. Thats when you notice it. Under the bed. A magazine. You have an idea of what it is, a cold sweat forms on your head. You know. What it is. But once again, curiousity demands you. And what are you but a slave to your mind. You grab it. Oh...its just a picture of Dazai. That could be way...you open it and immediately close it. You want to forget. You suddenly realize what the slime is for. You put the magazine back. You leave the room. Maybe you should just lock the door, Nickel's atrocities this month are just...you try not to think. You leave.
