Idiots. You were surrounded by idiots. You sat in your room, the lights set to a dull glow as you thought quietly. You never asked to be around these idiots, you didn't want to be around these idiots, and yet... you liked these idiots? Yes, as much as you hated to admit it, your strange little cadre of freaks had grown on you since your first day, though you don't know why. Perhaps it was because they were such interesting playthings, such fun toys for you to amuse yourself with while you thought of ways to escape. They provided a nice distraction to the reality that this prison would be all you saw for the rest of your days, barring intervention from the powers that be. They were better than the puny humans at least, the ones that locked you in here. You fiddled with a wad of your tar idly as you thought, molding it into various shapes with your fingers. You could just psychically form it into whatever shape you wanted, effortlessly, but what would be the fun in that?
Maybe not much less than you were currently having, as after a few more minutes you grow bored. Tossing the wad of black slime away you sat up on your bed. You were bored, it was time to remedy that. You stood up and grinned, ready to get a playmate for the evening. Looking down you began manipulating the tar currently on your body. You generally used the tar as clothing, both out of convenience and out of creative challenge as you liked to change what style of clothing you were dressed in to fit the situations at a moment's notice. You had been dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans made of the black rubber like material, but that wouldn't really be befitting for sneaking up on people and dragging them off to play with, now would it? With a bit of concentration the material stretched and oozed around your limbs and up your face, reforming itself into a long black shirt tied off with gloves, boots, and a face concealing hood and mask. You were dressed like a hollywood ninja, and you were ready to snag yourself a catch. Now, who should you go for?
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