Games To Life (Minecraft Youtuber fic) *Superheroes*

Chapter 9 'Sticky Little Pete'

Pete's Pov

I get up the next morning, feeling sweaty and sticky. I have been that way all day long. After shower after shower and AC change after AC change, there is nothing fixing it. From ten in the morning till now, which is 2 PM. It is 70 degrees in the house and I'm still wet like I just jumped in a pool. I can't do videos looking like a giant sweat ball! Damn, this is going to set me back a couple of videos. I could put out some prerecorded H4M, that could work for a couple of days, but I feel like I'm screwed here. It's kinda weird this all happened after I got that package from Mojang, but I'm smart enough to know this is just a coincidence. There is something wrong with me and I may need to go to the doctor. I think I should call the clinic now.

I grab my phone off of the counter and call up a doctor's office. It's a small clinic close by, so it shouldn't be too much of a struggle. It rings twice before someone picks up on the other line.
(Of Course I have no clue what is a real office around him XD)

"Hello, Doctor Conner office, Blare speaking." A sweet, old voice musses.

"Hi, Listen. I am having unnatural sweating and I need to see the doctor about what I might need to do." I inform her. She 'hmm's in a sweet tone and the sound of computer tapping can be heard in the background. Wow she is a fast typer. Makes me think she has a superpower or something. Again, I know it's not a real possibility, but it's fun to say. I'd love to be a superhero. The saving people, and being a hero thing. That would be something I'd love to do.

"Eh, she's jammed for the next week, but I can tell you that I think you may be starting with a flu. I would suggest taking some Tylenol to keep you from getting a fever and I can try to fit you in some time next week." I groan in frustration.

"No ma'am, that's not going to work but thanks for the information." I reply. It makes me feel bad to tell that too her, but I hope she understands. There is no need to get an appointment next week, if this illness could be over in a couple of days.

"It's okay darling, I understand how you must feel. Have a good day and I hope you feel better." The phone line goes dead and I hang up, then put my phone back in my pocket. This f*cking sucks. I need to get to a doctor, or do what the lady says and get some Tylenol. On the downside, I don't have any of that. Guess I am taking a trip to town now. That's just great, I really don't want people to see me like this. I have no choice, cause there is no way in hell I'm paying money for a post mate. "Look's like I'm going to CVS."

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I get out of my car, close it, lock it up, then make way into CVS to get the medication I need. When I walk in there is hardly anyone around. The only people there is the cashier, two teens getting candy, and two old ladies looking at hell knows what. There is also one other person in here. It's a man that is has a black hood, bald head, looks to be around my age, and he is looking at the cashier ever so often like she is a piece of meat. He is looking at the cashier with loving and depressing eyes. He must have a crush on her or something, cause he isn't taking his eyes off of her. I'm just going to ignore all of these people and get what I need. A simple little in and out trip, that's all it needs to be.

As I make way to the back of the store, something weird happens, making me stop. All of my bones ache and my flesh feels gooey. I groan in pain and quiver to at the feeling. My eyes glance around to see if anyone is looking at me. No one was able to see me from where I was standing. Good. Last thing is need is someone to start questioning me about if I'm okay or not.

I couldn't help but feel like my skin is slimy. It is all over my damn body! Damn it Brandon, what is happening to you!? What the hell kind of flu is this!? Feels like some alien shit going on the inside and outside of my body. I feel like a icky eel with all this goop. Also, why the hell is it green!? It look's like I doused my body in DIY, glow in the dark kid slime. Oh my god, green goo is dripping off my body! I'm turning into a walking, talking booger. Hang on, the smile is still connected to me. Why isn't it coming off? What if I scrape it all off? No, it'll just come right back. Moving on to the next idea. I begin to shake like a wet dog to try and get the ick off me. I then thrash my arms about. Thats when something freaky happened. My left hand shot out some of the goo and my right hand shot out a line of goo that connected onto something, pulling it back into my hand. Thank the heavens it didn't stay connected. Hot damn. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that i judged use some type of superpowers.

"I'll be damn."I am so entranced by what I am doing I hardly notice what's going on around me.

"You think I was gonna let you leave me for Jared and not do something about it?!" This phrase snaps me out of my train of thought, pulling my attention to the front counter. My eyes widen at the sight of what's going down. The guy wearing the black jacket has a gun pointed in the cashiers face. She was trembling and cry in fear of her life being taken. Everyone else in the store had fleeting, leaving those two and me only. He mustn't have noticed that I was still in the store with them. What do I do? Call the police? I couldn't even if I wanted to. My phone is drenched in ick and I don't think it's working. I need a plan of action. There is something in mind, but it's kinda risky. I'm going to try to mimic what I just learned to do. Worse case scenario is death, no big deal. Here goes nothing. I sneak through the isles to get close to the front.

"David, please! Please don't hurt me!" The cashier shrieks. I really need to help this girl asap. This guy for sure is looking to spill some blood today. It's kinda stupid that I'm going to intervene with this drastic information. Man, Kara is going to kick my ass if I tell her what I'm about to do. Also, what is she going to say about me being all slimy. Ah, Brandon! You don't have time to think about this. You have a girl to save!

When I am where I want to be, I throw out the hand that was like a grappling hook. As planned, the slime grabs ahold of the weapon. I pull back, snatching the gun out of his hand and pulling it into mine. The guys snaps back at me to say something. The cashier takes this chance to dash off, and out the door. That changes when he sees my appearance. All of the ick makes me look like a monster. He gasps at the sight and tried to run. I shoot out some slime, trapping him. Things are about to get dark. How dare he treat a women like that! If anyone would have done that to Kara I would have kill them.

"Oh no, no, no mister. I have to figure out these powers and a thug like you deserves to be a test subject."