This choice: You make it home but run into your sister • Go Back...Chapter #5You make it home but run into your sister by: Kentwolf   the trip was a long one. being barefoot sucked but you made it out of the city dump in about three hours, climbing over the last piles of garbage to the fence, squeezing your gummy body through with a small amount of effort. the road seemed totally deserted at this time of the evening. you wern't sure you wanted to hitchhike in your current position anyway, nor could you tell them a destination. you wandered along for about two hours before seeing a sign that showed you had been travelling further away from your home city. you let out a mute scream of frustration and turned around.
many hours later you were in the city, cautiously darting between doorways and cars trying not to be seen. as you crept past a doorway it suddenly swung wide open splatting you flat against the wall as a group of laughing people left the bar chatting happily not noticing the black splodge on the wall as the door slowly swung shut. you watched them walk off down the road as you reformed slowly and peeled yourself from the brickwork.
thankfully you didn't encounter any other major disasters on your trek home and as the sun began to rise over the horizon you finally walked slowly onto your street. as you got to your house you realised your problem, your clothes and everything were not with you, which meant your key to your special little door wasnt on you. glancing upwards you knew the doorbell was a lost cause and your gummy body would flatten before it could bang on the door hard enough to be heard. you walked around to the garden fence and crawled under, your makeshift bin bag dress snagging and ripping off as you did so, but you didnt care. running into your garden you saw an open window on the second floor, and thankfully enough ivy to climb up to it.
after a short but exausting climb up the plant you rolled, falling into the room so glad to be home. then you realised where you were. Patty's bedroom. glancing up you saw Patty half dressed blinking at you in confused shock. "Jill?" she said looking at you. you nodded in response standing up and dusting yourself off. Patty slowly smirked seeing you wern't talking, you probably couldn't. "Jill is that you?" she asked her smirk widening. you frowned and nodded again, how many times was patty going to ask such an obvious question. "i dunno, you sure dont look like my sister. totally wrong skintone for a start. you look more like black satin or something." she teased, your response was non verbal but the middle finger was pretty self explanatory. that made her grin more.
"if your really Jill, whats our dads name?" she asked moving slowly towards you. you of course were silent "nothing? alright whats our moms name" still you couldnt speak as she now towered over you. "tut tut, your clearly not Jill, she would know those things." before you could react she had grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and lifted you up. watching amused as you flailed and kicked in the air uselessly "you know what i think, i think your one of dads clothing he makes from cloned dna somehow turned human shape" she said with a big toothy grin "this clearly isnt the shape for you. but lucky for you, im really good at reshaping things into clothes. and i have some of the chemical Beta4 in my closet" she said. that revalation made your blood run cold. Chemical Beta4 was what your dad used to make the gummy clothing keep its given shape. it binds the clothing making it stretchy like elastic than gum, holding it in form. when you had been sprayed with some by your sister in a test to see if you could be cured of being squishy, you had frozen up like a doll. it had taken your dad a month to find a solvent to free you from your sisters tea parties. knowing Patty had a bottle of the stuff that could keep you in any shape she chose was not something you wanted to hear.
she stretched you out with her hands, then crushed you together, stretching out again and repeated to crush you down until you were like gum again. then she began to chuckle as she molded you easily into the shape of a black shiney...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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