My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 11 - A New Worker?

~Chilled's POV~

I fucking hate transformations. Stretching my every limb, I feel as if I'm going to explode and grow into a giant with how the sensation of becoming larger hits me. I roll out of the blankets Ze forced me to roll into as he tossed the sheets aside and poke my head out, sighing in relief with the presence of air. Sprawling out the sheets and forcing myself out of the suffocating sheets. Spreading myself out, is stare at the blank ceiling above me, offering no real comfort. I wanted to check up on him. I felt guilty for just leaving him in my own house without making sure he was completely fine. Having only transformed once for the entire day yesterday I should have realized I was close and yet I completely ignored my own state. Why does him being sick affect me so much in the first place? I sigh and cover my eyes with my arm, feeling at a complete loss.

I don't want to be that one guy who cares about everyone around him. Most people desire, ache even to be the one person who puts everyone else before themselves but I fear it. Being in such a state, caring about everyone else, I'd feel as if I wouldn't have a personal personality. Its because of my hateful selfishness that I've survived for so long without being dragged off into a science lab being dissected and tested because of my strange ability. It's mostly Ze who I've pinned all of my worries onto. I need to get rid of this... Of this whatever you'd call it. How am I supposed to just randomly go out searching for a way to get rid of it though? I have absolutely no lead, no theories, not even decent control of the transformations. I roll around off the bed suddenly feeling the urge to just leave. When I edit my office I feel myself hesitate and glance around, the darkness hiding all of my belongings.

Slowly I step towards the living room and glance down at the white couch Nanners had been casually laying down on just a moment ago, or at least it felt like a moment ago. Glancing at the small clock underneath the television tells me it's been over five hours since that incident. I didn't know it wad midnight when I rolled off of my bed wanting to leave. I'll freeze the moment I walk outside. At least since it's so late I won't have to run into Nanners around the house. Slowly I walk towards my old bedroom and very cautiously click the door open, absolutely nothing visible on the other side. Despite the lack of vision I step into the room, unafraid likely because of my natural memorization of the room. When I approach the bed I can hear the soft panting and immediately kneel down closer, noticing his breathing is quick and there is clear sweat on his forehead. Well, shit. I forgot night fevers were a thing.

In a panic I feel his forehead and glance around at every small object around as if something in here will help him. Finally I take a deep breath and calm myself before dashing out into the kitchen and open the fridge only to notice for the first time I have no food in here. Did Nanners really last the entire day without food in the fridge? I am a terrible roommate. Quickly setting down the usual towel on Nanners forehead and forcing night medicine on him I take a quick trip to the nearby Wal-Mart. People, as to be expected, all glanced over to me strangely wondering why the fuck I'm there but I ignore everybody and buy the typical things you keep in your fridge along with a few other things the nearby women told me was good to have. It seems as if I started a gang in the store with the amount of women around me explaining to me the typical to dos I apparently know nothing about around the house. After saying goodbye to the ladies I hurry back home and flip on the lights in the kitchen while switching on the television.

Organizing everything in a way I'd remember I finally just step back and look at my work before hurrying to take the medicine and a glass of water and enter back into Nanners' room. He is still struggling in his sleep making me frown and quickly set down the water and medicine for whenever he wakes up. I nearly finish putting the new towel on when my arm twitches and the towel goes straight to the floor. Sighing I pick it back up and leave it back onto his forehead before wincing at the pain in my groin. Retreating and flipping everything off before it's too late I dash into my office and force the closet door open and stuff myself into it before my insides shrink and I fall backwards landing softly onto the pile of junk.