The girl was wearing dirty looking cloths with the lower pant leg of her pants and tips of her shirt sleeves tattered. she was wearing fake monster feet as shoes and a fake dog tail on a belt. Her face was painted brown with a dog nose painted on hers. She had fake wolf ears sticking out of her hair witch was a wild mess. next to her on the floor where clawed hairy gloves and fake fangs. and a few cheep Halloween toys one might hand out to trick or treaters. Thats right before you were taken it was a few days from Halloween. Looking around the room she had batman bed sheets. a T.V. with video games and her floor was cluttered with a few sports balls and toys like nerf guns and monsters with some dirty clothes here and there. Clearly a tomboy.
She stood up and walked over to you examining your clay like body. With a finger she poked you in the chest witch gave to her touch allowing her to push it into your body. As she pulled her finger out her lips spread into a toothy grin. "Cool your squishy! Like..." She lifts her other hand up to her face. It was holding what she was playing with when you showed up. It was black slime like the Gack you had when you were a kid. In the black slime were a few plastic army men that almost looked like they were trying to get out. You look down as you turn pitch black and you seam to melt some as you ooze black slime. You feel your lower legs give out as you sink into a small pool. lifting your hands to feel your face you have large holes were your eyes should be and your mouth felt like a soft jack-o-lantern mouth.
In your moment of shock the girl grabs your hand with her free hand and pulled some. From the wrist it stretches like hot cheese from a pizza before breaking. While she was holding it you found that you can still move your fingers. She laughed as she squeezed and felt your hand ooze threw her fingers. When it dropped back into the pool of you below your hand grew back on your wrist. "What am I?" You finally managed to ask. "Your slime like this stuff i got tonight. You know, trick or treat smell my feet." You suddenly bent down to smell her feet. You didn't want to but you couldn't stop. Even threw her shoes you can smell a powerful smell that told you she walked far on her quest for candy. You don't even know how you can smell with no nose. When you stood back up she had a questioning look on her face at what you just did. She then raised one arm in your direction. "Smell my pits!" You have no choice and take a sniff. The smell was so much worse it burned to do it. When you looked back She had a huge grin on her face. "You haft to do what I say don't you?" You begrudgingly nod. With your answer she grabs you into a hug. "Your going to make a great new sister. the ones i have are stupped." You felt yourself change some as your gender was chosen. When she let there was a knock on the door before a woman dressed as a zombie bride walked in with a large bag. "Ok Jill I checked your candy its safe. Now go clean that make up off and get to bed you have a game tomorrow." Said the mother as she set the bag down next to the girls bed and left.
Jill took off her shoes letting you see that she wasn't wearing any socks. "Wait here." She said as she left the room. With nothing ells to do you look threw her video game collection. Mostly shooter and racing games with a few quests and wrestling. When the door opens she walks back in with damp hair with a towel around her. When she drops her towel you quickly look away while she dresses herself. When shes said she was dressed you walk over to her as she climbs into bed. "You still need to name me and chose were i will live." You cant help but say. You grow fearful as she looks at you in deep thought. "Hmmm, Your name is... Slimeanator. and your home... Hmm I want you with me. You can be my good luck charm in sports and so you will always be there... I guess you can live in my shoes, or stuck to my arm pits like my chewed gum when Therese no trash can.
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