The Ooze Experiment

Part 3 - The Memories We've Lost

I sat up in bed hearing Brandon yelling in frustration. so help me if he destroys the kitchen I am going to kill him. I thought not wanting to get out of my cosy bed to see what was wrong. I will see what is wrong later. 

I looked through my closet trying to figure out what I was going to wear for the day. I decided to put on some dark blue denim overalls that went to my mid thigh, a red shirt underneath, and tall black socks. I heard a plate crash and shatter, but I waved it off.

I brushed my hair and teeth then went down to the kitchen to see why Brandon was mad. I walked into the kitchen to see Brandon was trying to make eggs in a frying pan. He kept crushing the eggs sending them plummeting to the floor. 

"YOU STUPID PICE OF-"

"Wow there, big guy!" I said grabbing his giant arm making him stop his rage in the process. I looked around and saw a towel on a nearby table and started cleaning up the egg mess on the floor. Brandon stood back from me as I finished the cleaning and started to fix him some eggs and pancakes.

"I hate sleep now!" Doc said tiredly and plopped down at the table leaving burn marks on the floor in the shape of his feet. "Why do you say that?" I asked concerned and wondering if he burned the bed to a crisp in his sleep.

"I burnt my bed." I mouthed score as I internally pumped my fist in victory. I brought over a plate of pancakes and eggs for Brandon, Doc, and I. I had also grabbed some coffee for Doc.

"Thank you." Brandon seemed a little quiet as he thanked me and started to eat his food. Doc just picked up his plate and shoveled everything on his plate into his mouth.

"I will be in the lab." Doc said with his mouth full then walked out of the room with no expression on his face and with his coffee in hand. "So, how is....this thing going for you?" I said motioning to his body.

He was wearing a XXXL green sweatshirt we found at the last minute because when he changed he.... grew. When we walked into the small clothing store in town everyone looked at him like he was a monster.

When we went to buy the sweatshirt the store clerk whispered "do you want me to get my gun and shoot that beast?" The man asked as I gave him an enraged look and paid for the item, but before we left I slapped the man sending him falling to the floor in surprise more than the force of my slap.

"I am doing fine." He said shoveling two full pancakes into his mouth. He isn't fine. I thought and stood up so quickly I knocked my chair over and startled Brandon making him bend the fork by accident.

"WOW WHAT IS WRON-" I walked over to the other side of the table where Brandon was and hugged him. He sighed, but melted into my hug in a way that told me he was struggling with his new form.

"I think I want to start over in life, in a way." He said to my surprise.

"What do you mean by that." I said backing away a little and sat down in my chair I had knocked over.

"I want to change my name, get new clothes, other things like that." He said taking a bite of his pancakes. "Doc thinks it's a hard, but good decision." He added then put his empty plate next to the sink and leaned against the counter waiting for my answer.

"Well, if you do choose to do that then what name are you going to choose?" I asked smirking. Haha he totally hasn't thought that far, you are such a dip stick! I thought and saw his large toothy grin turn into a smirk as well.

I am never going to get use to that grin am I. I thought and watched in amazement as a large glowing blue tongue lapped up a little amount of syrup on his mouth. 

What the frick?! That thing glows! I thought as my eyes widened at the sight of his glowing tongue.

"We will talk about that later, but I am losing so many memories, I don't even remember anything from my childhood, including how we met." His head fell a little as I walked over to him and hugged his giant form.

He had to bend over a little to hug me back, showing how tiny I was. My  arms only went to his sides when I hugged him around his torso, and I had to stand on the tips of my toes. I felt like a child hugging a grownup..... but this grownup is an idiot so that is one thing I have against him I guess.

Dang you are giant. I thought and heard a loud bang in the basement where Doc was. The sound startled Brandon and I so we started to walk to the basement door.

I opened the door and started to walk down the stairs to the basement, but I heard wood crack and a deep sigh come from behind me. I turned around and saw Brandon stuck in the doorway, not able to move. "you stuck there, chunky?" I asked with a giggle as he gave me a snarl that showed all of his sharp teeth. 

"I am not chunky!" he snarled spitting some blue drool towards me and I walked over to him and grabbed his arm to help him. "that's what chunky people say." he sighed at my comment as I started tugging on his arm to help him out of the doorway. 

"holy crap! it feels like you weigh a million pounds!" I said trying with all of my strength, but Brandon didn't budge.

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