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Hello, my Gemstones.It's your friendly neighbourhood Endermite here.\/\/\/\/\/So I'm new to how Ao3 works...and didn't copy-paste right, sorry about that.the bold and italics are now applied. on the topic of the other story, Why send a Hero, when you can send a sidekick...more progress has been made but...an update is still not ready.but it had not been dropped off the face of the planet, I am working on it.just have not been able to get Rock (aka my brain) to finish it.
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In an empty parking lot in Canada. Canada, Ontario.a little spooky fella had appeared. A very spooky guy, just laying on the hard ground. Pastra groaned, their body ached Pastra rolled a bit trying to get comfy in his bed again.
...
‘Wait a minute.’
they opened their eyes, but they weren't in their bed.he sat up quickly ignoring the pain as his body protested him, and looked around. Pastra were sitting in a Walmart parking lot.“What the hell?” Pastra was very confused, and a little scared.
well, very scared.how had he ended up here?Pastra tried to remain calm. he tried to think back. ‘okay remain calm, what was the last thing I remember?’ ‘I... I was... I was editing a video! it was about 11:58 pm, and... and?...’Pastra’s memory would fail them every time he tried to remember, just 11:58 pm, and then nothing... he couldn't even remember whether they were kidnapped or not. ‘okay, I can’t have been kidnapped... I mean who would leave someone that they just kidnapped in the middle of a Walmart parking.........’
...and that's when Pastra realized. they legs.
they arms.
they body.
had all changed!“WHAT?” Pastra freaks out.there once human body was replaced with something familiar but wrong.Pastra was panicking, truly and comply freaking out.he was so far into his panic that he didn’t take in everything about his new form.like the fact he’s now wearing an orange onesie, with orange and black striped arm sleeves, and leg sleeves.or that he does not just have black claws for his hands, but also clawed feet with yellow stripes running around each toe.and that he has a tail now.a long tail striped yellow, and black, with spikes coming out each side of the black parts. “This can’t be happening...” Pastra was beside themself. so they just sat. It was a rather nice night, not too cold or too hot. just a nice night to sit in a parking lot contemplating his existence....
‘am I still human?’
...
Pastra took another quick look around them, slowly...
‘Wait...’but upon looking at their hands, again they started to realise...“wait... this... this- This looks like Clyde’s claws!”Pastra had drawn them enough times to know, especially with the orange and black striped sleeves...Pastra had become their OC... Clyde...fighting back another panic attack, they had wasted enough time sitting on the ground panicking.
Pastra knew they should have connected the dots sooner, that the striped arms and legs of the onesie should have been a dead giveaway. still, he needed to find help, someone who knew them.if for no other reason then help him not panic.Pastra struggled to get up, his new body wasn't just foreign to them, it was heavy. it didn't help he felt so sore.
like he had just been run over... ‘did I get run over?’he checked themself over, and no injuries that he could tell. Pastra didn’t know if they had blood or not any more but he didn’t see anything that looked like blood on their onesie.he finally got up, swaying when they made it to his feet, it took a bit for Pastra to straighten out.his new body is very lanky, its weight balanced in a way they were not used to. But once on their feet, Pastra didn’t end up on the ground again.Pastra took a look around the parking lot, looking for a way out.the Walmart was closed, so it wasn't going to be much help.they needed to call someone, family would be the best to call.and maybe call Phisnom.
he would probably know what to do and could help him remain calm and think this through.Pastra saw an exit to the parking lot and took it.
as they were walking they looked around, It was the middle of the night on a not-very-populated road lined with stores.
Pastra did see a few people as they walked or drove by. they either didn't notice Pastra or stared with some interest and one even pointed at him to their friend and took a pic. Pastra was very confused, and worried.
‘why?’‘... how is no one freaking-’and that was the moment Pastra realized, they looked like a guy wearing an elaborate Halloween costume.and with it still presumably being October he was temporarily safe from being called a monster.Well, Pastra's relieved that at least for now they do not need to be concerned that people will try to capture or destroy them.but Pastra had begun to think...and...there are more pressing matters on his mind than being hunted down.Clyde's design...Clyde was designed with multiple abilities.-Hallucinations-Voice mimicry-Theftto name a few.but the worst ability that Pastra was now kicking themself over was... the ability that was touching Clyde would change the person that touched them.
horrific changes.
some of them, but not limited to.-discolouration of the skin -severe weight loss-the tightening of the skin-the fusing together of bones and flesh -teeth growing where they shouldn't-and bleeding from every orifice
Pastra had no idea if this ability had transferred to them or not.
so he swore not to touch anyone because he didn't want to find out if it did. Pastra continued their walk until he came across a gas station. realizing that it might have a phone, Pastra prepared themself to go inside.‘find the phone, that's all you need to do.’Upon reaching the door Pastra found it didn't open, it was late at night.the employee behind the counter was looking at a magazine, she took a moment to look around spotting them, and leaned over to press the door button to let them in. Honestly, pastra was happy that his luck was holding in that she just thought they were a guy in a costume.
Heading inside they found the roof to be kinda low, but could still fit into the store. they didn’t have to hunch to get in. looking around they didn't see a phone and asked the employee behind the glass.who looked so done with them probably because a “Halloween costume” as big as his should probably not be in the store.pasta walks up "Hi, can I borrow your phone?" they say with a bit of nervousness to him.
She says it's in the corner. There was a phone in the corner hidden by a stack of drink boxes sat next to it.Pastra then realized phones in petrol stations are not common things, he is quite the lucky person. today except for waking up in his OC's body.
he strolls up to the phone only to discover it requires money. 'Oh no...' scrambling through his pockets or any pocket that he can find which is unfortunately none. Pastra realizes they don't have their phone or money or anything he should have. as they suspected. but now they know for shore, though they should have probably checked sooner...
Wandering back over to the gas station attendant, "Hi again, could you by chance have another phone I could use? I don't exactly have any money on me right now for the payphone..."
she was even more unhappy with him.
She wandered over to unlock the phone for pastra. "thank you." Pastra said.
After helping pastra the attendant walks back behind the counter sitting in her seat again. Pastra heads for the phone again quickly picking it up and then trying to decide who to call. he knows he should call his family but, he wants to call Phisnom.
Phil would help him he'd probably laugh about the situation too but Pastra trusted Phil.
Pastra tries to call Phil but the phone doesn't connect...
there is no number to call.
Like this number isn't in use, he freaks out a little inside, hoping their friend didn't also get into trouble with them.
But before panicking further Pastra tried his family's numbers and then his friend's numbers too.But with every number called, with every number that would not even connect.Pastra freaked out more and more, it wasn't just Phil everyone was out of reach.
the attendant looked up from her magazine and after a moment of confused looking around.begun shaking, putting her hands over her ears. ‘I’m out here all alone in the body of my OC in a petrol station who knows where. And with no one's numbers working I might not even be in the same world anymore!’the poor attendant began to sob, wanting to call her family all of a sudden as she heard the voice of her dead friend.“I think I’m going to be sick,” Pastra whispered.Pastra stopped trying the phone there was no one he could call...
“oh shit,” he whispered Pastra had just turned to notice the attendant holding her head and crying.‘why is?... did I make her cry?’ Pastra carefully walked over.
“Miss, are you okay?” she looked up, sorrow written all over her face.
“oh?... I’m... ‘sniff’ okay...” she picks herself up. “did you need anything else?”“oh no, thank you,” Pastra said, the unease settling over him.
“Okay, you're welcome,” she said smiling, but Pastra could see it was forced.Pastra took their leave, walking through the door and outside. but before going too far, they heard the sound of the attendant picking up her phone and calling someone.Pastra calmly walked away but inside, they were freaked out.“a nice midnight stroll that’s what I need...” he muttered to themself.‘and to get away from the gas attendant before she figured out I’m not human...’‘nope nope don’t think about it...’
...
“Shit!” he whisper shouted.‘Hallucinations is one of Clyde's abilities! did I lose control myself becurse I was freaking out?’‘if I did, I could of course her to hallucinate!’there goes not thinking about it... Pastra has no idea what he’s going to do.what was he going to do?as Pastra walked he started to freak out more, people had yet to catch on.even with what happened at the petrol station earlier.but there was no doubt in his mind that someone would eventually find out. people would run from him if they knew, or try to kill them. and worst yet there would be someone, most likely an organised group. that would try to capture him to study and experiment on him.Pastra wanted to lie down on the ground curl into a ball and cry, but he had to keep going if he didn’t want someone to find them. he would rather hide the best he could to figure out what to do next.and just to add to their distress he doesn't know if he needs to eat or not. Pastra doesn't feel hungry at the moment, or thirsty just tired.Pastra still walking but as soon as he gets to the edge of town he starts to jog, then moves into a run. they wanted to get away from the main part of the town and find an abandoned building to hide in.running as Clyde was easier than Pastra thought it would be, Clyde is fast, even faster on all 4's. but he knew it would give them away, so they saved it for when he got out of the town on a long dark road, where no cars were driving by, where it didn’t matter if he was seen running or not. he would look creepy either way. something else Pastra found out by running was his stamina, when he got up into a run they were able to just keep going.he was getting used to the way Clyde moved but running for some reason just came naturally.and Pastra might even say they were having a little fun, they had not moved this fast before. Wail Running Pastra saw a small house in a field. an abandoned house.that would do.slowing down, he eventually came to a stop in front of the field.creeping their way over to the abandoned house, slowly through the grass. Pastra felt something.
a sort of happiness.
he felt at home in the dark field, hiding in the long grass, he could not explain it.it just came over him... this feeling of... safety.
Pastra stops, the wind blows through the grass, the neutral sound. he felt at home, so at home he felt sleepy. the environment he was in was trickling his brain in such a nice way. he wanted to play in it, Pastra felt both sleepy and excited. he felt like taking a nap, then waking up to do zoomys throw the field... Pastra shook their head and yarned, they felt weird. but could not give in to this desire to sleep here, he needed a safe place to rest. so he kept going to the house.when reaching it Pastra saw the door was bored shut, but there was a broken window that they could jump throw, Clyde took a step back then it took a running start to jump, flying through the broken window into the house unscathed....Pastra had started to get used to their new body. it's flexibility and strength, but should still not have been able to jump like that throw a broken window. Pastra had no idea what came over them to even try that and was glad he made it out of that unscathed. swearing to himself to never try something like that again. he began to search around the house ultimately finding nothing but a good place to sit and think for a while.Pastra sunk to the floor up against the wall in one of the rooms taking a deep breath in.now that he’s safe, and alone.
Pastra has time to think over the situation.
he took a deep breath in then let it out, then did it again, and again till he was as close to calm as he could.
Pastra took a better look at themself “Striped arms, striped legs, striped tail... tail? tail!”yep, Pastra now has a tail, a very long tail.moving his tail around was a weird feeling, he never had a tail before. and was a little surprised that they hadn’t noticed it sooner...moving on Pastra looked at the rest of them, everything on the outside looked like their OC, what Pastra didn’t know was what they looked like under their onesie, or what their face looked like for that matter...but he had no mirror. Pastra took their new claws to their face carefully to feel how their face looked.Pastra found that the shape of his face was somewhat human, in a weird not human way.Clyde's eyes, and teeth were present but for the most part, the main shape was still there, he even had a little nose.
kind of.he could practically see the comments joking about him having a nose.still, Pastra felt something was not quite right, he felt bones but they were weird...like he would poke their cheek, and it was like poking tough squishy jello, with maybe bones behind it.Pastra started to put the pieces of their new body together.Pastra continued to look at themselves, the version of Clyde he was Black with yellow height lights noodle legs and noodle arms, human? with some bone-like bones that can shift and change somewhat, oh and don't forget about the tail. and two horns one bigger than the other.with two eyes maybe one if he felt angry and a nice big smile full of teeth when they felt particularly happy or chose to open their mouth. but Pastra still felt slightly human...they have hair...
‘Did I give Clyde hair?’ Pastra question. it was hard to see his hair, it was the same colour as their body, and short.it was at this point that Pastra realised that their new body did not have any kind of gender, Clyde by design is non-binary, it/its.honestly, they didn’t mind or care.
they sat there for a wail just taking everything in. But as time ticked on minutes to hours, Pastra's mind began to wonder were his friends trying to find them.their family?Pastra wondered if they had noticed that he was gone and had gone looking for them. Has Phil tried to find him?Pastra had tried all their numbers, so he knew they were not there.he had a thought, the worst possibility was if he was not just alone in an entirely new world.
but in the same world as the dreams of an Insomniac. sure he wrote that story but he never fished it. who knew what horrors were wandering around. he made more than just Clyde for that story...
Pastra began to grow sleepy, they had been walking and even running for a wail. his new body may have way more stamina, but he couldn’t go on forever, especially feeling so sore.he slid to the floor curling up into a ball, wrapping his tail around himself. pastra drifted off to sleep.
finding himself in a world of Dreams back in his old body the way he used to be, in a random kitchen.
Of course, upon waking up it'll be quite jarring for them to go back to being Clyde, but that's for later him to worry about.
Somewhere else not that far away. South America, Chile. "What the f#ck!"
Phisnom was having a bad day.
he woke up as a pile of toxic sludge in a drum under a bridge.“What?... how? ”Phil is currently freaking out.“How is this possible?”he was very concerned.how had he ended up in this situation? ‘am I dreaming? just went to bed and am now having a dream where I became my OC?’‘I just need to wake up.’ Phil tried to pinch himself but found he couldn’t. being made of slime made him malleable, slime just returned to his body every time he tried. ‘this can’t be happening?’ Phil wondered if he had lost his mind. Phil looked left, and Phil looked right. Phisnom didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Nothing would explain how he ended up like this, all sludge...Phil felt odd, he was unsure how much he hated his new body, but he knew he didn't like it.
Phil tried to get out of the drum, but all that happened was toxic sludge flowing over the side and onto the ground. he knew he would have to get out of the drum at some point, and he would rather do so when he would not be seen. to have the time to figure out how to move around with his new body.but he just couldn't get a leg over the side of the drum.and in his frustration did Phil truly understand the predicament he had found himself in.an OC he had designed for himself, an OC he had some of his friends make the art for. was now the body he was currently residing in.“Well f#ck.” Phil OC, Phi is a little toxic sludge girl with sludge for legs.Phil sighed.Phil leaned over the side judging that the ground was not that far down. he tried to drag his sludge feet over the side again and... he slipped.
...
Splathe found himself on the ground face down. regaining his composure from the fall and noticing that he is shorter than he remembered. he was now just a head taller than the barrel he was sitting in.
looking around again Phil set his mind on a direction to go, and off he went...or at least he tried. walking was like weighing through waist-high water. “Should I just get back in the barrel?” Phil asks himself. ‘No, sure I could hide in the barrel, but what would happen when someone found me?’ not to mention he needs to try to figure out how this happened and turn himself back.
...
and there was one more thing on Phil's mindDoes he still have his old physical needs? hell, he might have new physical needs too. Phil was not looking forward to learning his body had some new thing that would either be annoying aka get in his way or would be difficult to deal with.Phil was annoyed by the whole situation.
Getting back to the task at hand. Phil made his incredibly slow way from under the overpass and down the street hoping to find anything that could help him. someone who could call someone for him or just a Payphone if he has money on him.
Phil checked his pockets or lack thereof rather he just stuck his hand into his slime body and attempted to find that there was anything inside.
There was nothing.
Phil was eager to reach out to Pastra, but instead of calling his family, he was not sure they would understand. informing them that he had become his OC and that he needed help.
Pastra could also help Phil find his phone, he knew he should stay focused in a time like this. but he wanted to post a picture of himself on Twitter, with the caption face reveal.
"[Laughter]" Turning a bright shade of yellow and sounding like someone cleaning a window Phil laughed. Phil could see the tweets and comments of annoyed and concerned fans.some making jokes, and others telling him to be serious.
It would be Glorious.
Phil went wandering around. He was getting faster as he became more accustomed to his new body. Trying to find a phone Booth or something, he had no money, but Phil had to find some way to call his friends, family anyone to help. Phil passes by some people there is confusion written all over their faces.
most people were just confused or some even completed him on his costume.
but he did see one woman looking at him with disgust.
looked like she was in her mid-30s Karen's haircut. Who was actively talking to the policeman next to her and pointing at Phil, Phil became a little nervous and quickly made his way down the nearest alleyway. Going left around the corner Phill saw a manhole, a manhole was pretty good right about now as he could make his entire way around the whole city by the sewers.
Phil heard something from where he came from and headed back to the corner.Phil took a quick look around the corner. the police officer had found himself a friend, a second officer had joined the first and they were making their way towards him.
Phil panicked, turning Cyan with exclamation points in his eyes and attempting to make his way back to the manhole as quickly as possible. slowed down by his new body. he scrambled for the manhole and even tried jumping to get there quicker, he was not going to get far. but he still had a way out.
the manhole.
But he couldn't get it open the manhole cover was too flat with no handles and he just couldn't get a grip on the cover.
footsteps coming ever closer Phil began scratching at the manhole he even punched it.
But it was when he punched it that he realized his hands were malleable, he quickly put his hand to the part of the manhole with a hole for a tool to hook into it, trying to get a grip to attempt to pry it open. it works. he gets it open.but Lifting the lid was a struggle he wasn't very strong in his new form but with the footsteps coming ever closer Phil just accepted he couldn't lift the lid entirely and threw his body underneath it. he slid into the dark sewer system with the lid falling back in place with a small clank.
falling into the sewer with a splash, Phil realised his mistake all too late.
{Writers Note: as you see most people don’t think about how sewers work, I the writer of this story did the research, but Phil in this story didn’t. and let me tell you. if I had a choice between losing a leg and being dropped into a sewer, I would lose the leg.}
Phil turned colourless and screamed. he freaked out, scratching at the walls, and looking for something anything that could help him get out.but there was nothing he could do Phil was quickly swept away by the current, trapped in a long, dark tunnel.there was no escape, nothing for him to grab onto.he was scared, Phil hates long dark tunnels. turning an off-Cyan Colour, Phil went from screaming to trying to hold back tears.Phil felt sick.he felt like he would never be clean again, Phil began to cry.big fat toxic slime tears ran down his face as he lay on his back just looking up.still being swept along.
‘Is this what poop feels like?’ Phil knew the answer, but he didn't want to know.‘I might pass out, or be sick, maybe both...’ Phil felt light-headed. he was sobbing more than he had ever before.it felt like he was going to die, but then...
...
then Phill saw a ladder.
he reacted instantly practically jumping for the ladder, and grabbing the ladder harder than anything he had ever grabbed in his life.
he was not letting go.he attempted to climb the ladder, Phil found it difficult with his new form, and his whole body shaking. yet that did not stop him as he scaled it with determination.
like his life depended on it.heading up he had trouble lifting the lid of the manhole, it was very heavy. “fuck move your stupid lid!”he could not fully lift the lid, he had to slide out from under it.carrying out from under it Phil found himself in the middle of a road, the buildings around him were not as tall as the ones he saw originally meaning he was most likely on the city's outskirts now.
Phil was shaking, felt sink, and was still a pale cyan colour.
He was a mess...
Looking around Phill saw he was in the middle of a road.Phil attempted to move off the road and onto the sidewalk, it was not safe just sitting in the middle of the road he could be run over...
Phil walked with a rather slow pace to the side of the road, well dragged himself.he still didn't feel well after what he had just gone throw. but Phill felt kind of safe...
in till he heard the truck...
a truck came rushing down the road, moving fast.and he realized much too late that it wouldn't see him.
freaking out turning a slightly more vivid pale cyan blue. Phil tried to jump out of the way of the truck but was ultimately flattened by one of its tyres.
The truck didn't notice anything didn't stop just continued down the road.
For a moment everything was still.
no wind.
no movement.
just nothing.
...
But then with a plop, Phil was back!
Dazed, Confused, shaken, and still feeling sick.
Phil had found he couldn't die by being crushed.
Phil didn't even feel any pain.
but still wishing not to experience that again made her way off the road.
Phil got off the road and collapsed, he lay on his right side and curled up.still shaken he lay there for a bit just breathing, trying to calm himself.Phil's colour slowly started to return to its original green colour as he cried and the the smell of the sewers faded.but upon turning to the other side Phil saw it.
a phone booth.
with a weak voice, “I was looking for that, now if I can pick himself up...” Phil tried to pick himself up, rolling onto his front. an using his arms and hands to push himself up.
but it was far too soon to do that.
he began to dry heave and cough.the smell was fading but Phil still felt sick from the fear and the smell that came with the experience of being washed away down a dark sewer line like poop.Phil coughed for a wail but nothing came up, he laid back down on his back...|it was a nice day the wind was blowing, and the clouds looked fluffy, like pillows in the sky...Phil felt exhausted, his whole body felt heavy.
his eyelids felt heavy.
‘I shouldn't sleep now, it's not safe.’ he thought to himself.
but it was no use.he was just too tired.
and slowly but surely he passes out.
Phil just lay not moving, his form melting down a bit.
spreading out.the pavement warm, and smooth.
there was a light breeze.
slowly Phil Colour returned in full force, back to the way he was before, the smell of the sewer was gone. As unknown to Phil, his body can clean, and fix itself up automatically.he might not even be able to get sick thanks to how hearty he has become.
some time later.
Phil shifted in his sleep.
In the world of dreams. Land of Dreams, Unknowed.
Phil was sitting on his and Azazel's couch. he had a steam to do in 20 mins but he was tired.
he will chill a little bit longer.
...
‘where is my phone?’
Phil was tired, but he was also bored.
getting up he began his search for his phone.
‘it's not on the coffee table, or the couch, is it under the couch?’
“no, it's not under...”
‘Maybe under the cushions?’
after looking all over the couch he could not find his phone.
‘I swore I brought it with me...’
ring. ring. ring.
the phone is ringing.
‘there it is.’
walking over to the kitchen...
‘How did you get... there...’
walking into the kitchen he saw Pasrta.
“Hi, buddy... I didn’t know you came to see me.”
‘and I’m dreaming... this feels weird.’
Phil felt fully awake, as if everything was in its rightful spot as if this was just the natural order of things. Even Pastra, standing in his kitchen, seemed to belong there. Despite the fact Phil could have sworn he had never told/shown Pastra where he lived...
“Pastra?” Pastra was staring at Phil’s phone, the phone itself sitting on the counter face up.
“Pastra? Buddy? What's going on?” Phil was very confused, ‘is he pranking me?’
Phil reached over to grab his phone, but before he could even touch it Pastra grabbed his wrist. with his black-clawed hand???
‘Okay, definitely a dream.’ looking up at his friend, Phil looked right into his face. now turned toward him, eyes a yellowish colour with black lines running down the middle.
That would be fine on Pastra OC, Clyde's face but on Pastra's very human face was a little weird...
“it won't help. were alone.” Pastra spoke calmly. Phil thought he looked calm but almost sad the way he said that... no... scared...
“Pastra buddy it's okay.” Phil was not sure what to say.
“Listen I need to get my phone but after that... do you want to hang out on stream? it's in 20 mins...” Looking at the clock, Phil realized time was not moving...
“There will be no stream. not anymore. no one will ever find us.” Pastra said as he stared off into space no longer looking at the phone or Phil.
Phil felt a chill run down his spine, and dread pool in his stomach. he knew Pastra was right. he could just feel it. he knew he was dreaming, but...
“Buddy why don't we sit down on the couch for a wail...”
“NO!” Pastra screamed, he let go and stepped back. he was crying.
Phil looked away... he... he... he needed to wake up, Pastra needed to wake up...
but by the time Phil looked back, Pastra was gone...
all that was left was Phil's phone sitting on the counter.
and with nothing left to do.
Phil walks over.
...
and. picks. up. his. phone.
the screen turns on, there is a message.
From Azazel
“Phil, where are you? I haven't seen or heard from you for days, are you okay?”
on the sidewalk of a random street, South America, Chile.
Phil shoots up, he's sweating. he may be in direct sunlight, but he should not be sweating this badly.
beads of slime dripping down his face.
holding his head, taking deep breaths, and trying to calm himself.
Phil tries to shake the dream from his mind.but yet it clings.
Phil blinks.
he sees his house when he closes his eyes, he looks around trying to block it out.he sees the phone booth from before.
‘right I need to call my friends or family, They're probably worried about me.’
‘especially Azazel, I live with her after all...’
From Azazel “Phil, where are you? I haven't seen or heard from you for days, are you okay?” ...
I need to reach that phone booth.
Phil scrambled to his sludge feet, which wasn't feet but that's not important.what matters is that he's up, and making his way to the phone booth.
and he makes it.
but he counters another problem...
he's short.
he can't reach. still, Phil won't give up. he ready himself to jump for it.‘on 3.’
“1. 2. 3.”
he jumps for it and lands on the phone but falls off the phone and table as he fails to hold on, but in his desperation, he sticks a hand out against the wall on the other side and doesn't fall instantly at least.
but he was not able to hold himself up and like stretched-out slime, he fell.
“f%ck!” he needed a new plan, Phil thought and realized something. the reason he was able to hold himself up, even tho it was not long.
he sicks a hand out to the glass, it's still glass. but a thought crossed his mind.reach up putting his hand as far up on the glass as possible, and...
with the sticking power of slime pulls himself up! :D'toxic sludge, of course, I can climb walls like a slug now.' with his discovery Phil goes about reaching for the phone.he scales the wall and attempts to reach the phone.
he falls off the wall......splat.
he tries to go up a different wall the one opposite of the door. he can now reach the phone, but he has no money... he looks throw his body again.‘do I have no money?’ pulling his hand back out from his body he watches it reform and gets an idea.he sicks his goopy hand into the coin slot... and it works!with his other hand, he picks up the phone puts it on his shoulder, then with the one free hand starts typing a friend number, a friend he saw in a dream.
Pastra.
‘Pastra would probably frack out, but it would be funny to see...’ the phone does not connect...‘That's strange... maybe it can’t connect because he's too far away I should try someone else... Azazel’ he tries Azazels number. it does not connect.‘okay, that's weird...’ “it won't help. were alone.” Pastra spoke calmly.
“There will be no stream. not anymore. no one will ever find us.” Pastra said as he stared off into space no longer looking at the phone or Phil.
From Azazel “Phil, where are you? I haven't seen or heard from you for days, are you okay?” ...Phil began trying every possible number he could think of to call, friends, family, family friends, friends of friends...
but none of the numbers connected...
no one will ever find us.
now Phil understood what Pastra was saying, it may have been a dream.but Pastra had stopped Phil from picking up his phone like he knew this would happen...
was Pastra trapped here too?
Pastra OC...
Phil was frecking out.
-he was in an unfamiliar place. -As his OC, Phi.‘I made her but I didn’t think I would become her!’-and now he knows he can’t call for help.
is he even still in Chile?
I need to get out of here.
taking a deep breath.‘I need to get out of here, there is no doubt that there will be people after me when they figure out what I am.’
he dropped down.
and took a look out of the door of the phone booth, left and right.
before heading down the street. and not even 10 minutes later, people in black, who could have been from a gang jumped out of a black van—and tried to kidnap him!but Phil was ready for this, even tho they had a jar. Phil would not let them put him in it.
Phi was not getting put in a jar again.
{Writers Note: XD Phi in a jar again. check out the Phisnom channel for the Phi in a Jar saga.}
they found it difficult to grab him since he would slime out of their grasp. still, they tried to at least catch a piece of him.
and yet Phil kept trying with all her strength to fight them off or to escape.dodging and weaving.Phill may not have been fast, but he is agile.hard to grab.
Crack!
one of the jars cracked...
and that's when Phill saw the storm drain.Phill leapt for it, a moment too early for the people in black and their jars.
Phill upon landing on the grate covering the storm drain hole, slid right through the grate into the water below and promptly swam/slimes away.
Phill was not happy about being in a dark tunnel again, but this time he had control over where he was going.he also realised this time around that he can see in low light conditions but everything is grey.
Phil travels through miles of storm drains, but yet anytime he tries to climb the wall of the drain and take a look around, especially if he tries to leave it entirely, he is forced to return to it.throwing himself into it as it only took mins for the guys in black to find him again and try to capture him with their jars.Phil realized they were going to search for him through the entire city.he needed to leave, they were not going to stop.and Phil wanted no part in their nefarious plans.
just then Phil hears a plane overhead...
‘I could hop a ride on a plane.’Phil needed to get far away from them, the guys in black could search all of Chile. but they couldn't continue to chase him if he took a ride on a plane right?he travels through drain pipes.and launching himself over roads.
Phil follows the planes above him but takes an unconvenl path to the airport. sliding under the door, hoping through gaps in windows and just taking the most difficult path for someone to follow.he won't be followed again....hopping over a road. Phill saw it, the airport!hopping over and sliding through a chain link fence, the feeling of which is still weird to Phil. Phil was in, and he stuck out like a saw thumb.grass, tarmac, airport lights and employees stand between him and the planes.he lowers himself to the ground as closes possible.
‘I need to get on one of the planes.’ he slides secretly for the grass, flat like a hot cake from McDonald's...
{Writers Note: you can get hot cakes now at McDonald's by their all-day breakfast menu for $5.10! ... okay, I might be a bit hungry when writing this and thought it funny to put an ad in...also have not slept more than 30 mins in the last 30 -48 hours.}
{Writers Note: also yes McDonald's calls their pancakes, hot cakes.}he makes it to the Tarmac and is behind a small wall.he takes a peek over the wall, and he sees a couple of planes at the stand, with countless bags being loaded, and personnel working. he also sees who he thinks to be a mechanic of some kind walk around the other people loading bags, and for a moment he looks out around about where Phil is hiding, Phil quickly ducks behind the wall.the mechanic upon seeing nothing turns back to his rounds.peaking back over the wall, Phil observes for a wail.then upon seeing an opening quickly prepares to launch himself at the plane.
then he Launched.and launch he did as he flew over, quickly sliding underneath the plane. Phill misjudged how far he could launch himself and almost slid out from under the plane.Phil came to a stop under the belly of the plane with a wet slap sound, and froze, looking around for if anyone had noticed him.Phil does not see the co-pilot of the plane looking out the windows of the cockpit confused, he he could of swan he saw something fly over and even under the plane.he walks out of the cockpit right into the caption, the resulting conversation causing him to forget about the green-blackish blob he saw fly under the plane.Phil is in full-on stealth mode, close to the ground, looking around, sliding under the bag-carrying trailer.he scans the area for a way inside.
‘I could try to get into a bag. no there won't be room, and it would take too long.’
Looking up towards the plane.‘I just need to get inside, maybe I could launch myself again?’looking around again trying to judge if he could just launch himself into the plane, he sees something in the big windows above him.airports of lots of big windows, but behind these windows Phil saw them...
the man in black...
they have come for him!
da da daaaaaaaaa!Phil booked it to the wall below the window, skid to a stop and slammed into the wall.He had once again misjudged his leap, but he was out of site from the guys in black but it was a matter of time till someone saw him.looking back at the plane Phil came to a realisation.
the plane would take to look to see if the guys in black will find him.‘f%ck! Think Phil think!’
looking around Phil sees a plane, a plane that might be close to taking off.
Phil ready himself to launch again, walking is far too slow.
but launching wail fast is dangerous.still, Launch the dose.bouncing along he moves as fast as he can around people and equipment, hiding wherever he can.he can not afford to be spotted.but yet he was spotted and quickly ducks behind some equipment. the employee that spotted him does a double take. they didn't know what they had seen, all they saw was a black-greenish blur, and it was gone.
they shake their heads and look away.Phil continued. but unfortunately, the plane takes off without him.
‘f%ck!’ looking around frantically, Phil can see the man in all black in the distance.he needs to get on a plane now, and fortunately for him, the plane he's hiding under looks like it's just been packed with bags.and even more fortunate the employees that have just finished up ant paying much attention.they look away temporarily and Phil sees this as his chance. he scurries into position quickly and as quietly as possible.and with a quick launch he all but frows himself into the hull of the plane.landing with the sound of wet goop, he has made it onto the plane.he sees someone inside checking packed bags, and he quickly scurries himself behind a box.they don't see him.the employee after the checks quickly gets out.and the door closes. the plane is ready, and in a bit, it will be leaving the stand
Phil felt relieved he'd made it, but also uneasy.he'd be leaving a somewhat familiar place for who knows where...he wished that someone had picked up the phone.‘I really could go for having a friend to watch my back right about now.a friend who could assure me that there is a way to turn myself back, or at least that if I was permanently turned into my OC, I could stay with my friend and they could keep me safe.’
it was dark in the belly of the plane, everything looked grey to Phil, and the whole world started to look grey.
Phil thought turning Yellow ‘No I won't lose hope, this is not over...’
then he turned black and white, upon realizing something. ‘Oh right, I change colour based on how I feel...’
Phil had forgotten about that...
...
‘really how did I get into the situation?’
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