Research

"It was paper-thin and sort of slimy." he said holding up a vial of what i can only assume is slime that he had collected from the creature. Taking it from him, I examined it's contents with a closer eye and observed dozens of tiny bubbles. I watched in curiosity as the bubbles slowly blipped in and out of exsistance the color of the slime in the vial slowly changing from dark blues to vibrant yellows to a whole array of colors rivaled only by the color codex itself.

"I've never seen anything like it!" I estatically pronounced, "It seems your adventures have paid off my boy." I chuckled, the different tests I can run pumping through my brain as I set the sample down on my desk. "How much do you want for it?" 20 Gold pieces later and I find myself exactly where I want to be, alone in my lab with a colorful vial of goop i can experiment on.

After putting on my gloves and googles, saftey first of course, I pop the top off of the vial and attempt to pour a little bit of the slimy liquid out onto my workbench. I furl my eyebrows as the thick substance sloshes around in the vial only threatining to come out as a whole or not at all. Perplexed i take out my recorder and begin my verbal journal entries.

"It seems the substace is almost unwilling to part with even a drop of it liquidity, i shall attempt a manuel extraction via tweezers and scissors." With that i pick up my long tweezer tongs carefully pinching and pulling the smallest amount from the vile, surprising myself as i thought it would just fall through. "Substance matter is unknown, acts as liquid in the sense that it takes up whatever shape it is put in with volume but is able to be easily manipulated with tweezers." I make a note to myself before grabbing my scissors and quickly snipping off a small piece.

Immidiatly after I took the piece a high pictched scream arose almost like an alarm, before slowly dying down. I dropped the tweezers and scissors my hands rushing to cover my ear drums to provide myself some kind of relief from this horrid scream. I stayed like that for a few more seconds after the screaming had stopped, eyes shut tight with my hands over my ears. Slowly, i took my hands away and opened my eyes looking down at the vial in front of me that was now changing colors twice as fast as before. Quickly i shoved the top back on tightening it and bringing it closer to my face for further inspection.

"The specimin let out a high pitched scream lasting around 5-7 seconds as a result of the cut. My speculation is that whatever this liquid is may feel pain, theory requires further testing. Colors are visably darker than before and there are more bubbles than first observed as well, possibly from aggitation. theory requires further testing." I say about to put the vile down when I pause, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach. I can't seem to look away from this vial in my hands, somthing is different, I feel as though I'm missing somthing.

Shaking my head to try and clear my thoughts i come to the conslusion that i am overthinking and put the vile down with a soft tap, turning my attention to the sample I collected from the vial. I layed it out under the light of my workbench and all of the tiny bubbles reflected back at me only this time the color of the substance way dull grey. "It seems once a piece is detached from the specimen it reverts to a dull greyish color scheme as opposed to the once vibrant one were used too seeing, theory requires further testing." I say staring down at the blob "Although the bubbles seem to stay in tact-" I freeze"...bubbles? When observing the vile they pop in and out frequently, to say it happens when exposed to air would be a jump but these are in tact." I reach over grabbing my magnifying glass and taking a deep breath before getting a closer look at the reactive sample in the jar. I looked and looked and realized very quickly that the bubbles were always in the same place. Everytime the blip out of existance they come right back in the same spot, I turned the vile around slowly observing the same phenomina repeatdly on all sides. A lump began to form in my throat as I realized I am not the only one doing the observing.

"Bubbles? No...not bubbles, a correction for the record. The speciman I have been observing for the past few minutes is covered in tiny eyes, previously believed to be bubbles. Theory requires further testing" I swallow nervously now aware that whatever was in this vial is fully aware of me and upset that it just lost a limb. "I hesitate to remove the lid from the vial once again for fear that i may not be able to protect myself. I think i shall conclude my research here for today until i can work in better...safer conditions." I say before cutting off the recorder and shoving it in my pocket before collecting my messy desk. I go to grab the tweezers only to realize the dull greyish blob I pulled from the original vial had disappeared.

Frantically i searched but to no avail, the situation has become too much for me to handle i turn around rushing to grab my coat and shoes before reaching for the vile and feeling, air. I snap my head just in time to hear glass shatter and my heart drop. I heard scuffling movements all around me, my eyes switch from area to area in the small lab. I slowly make my way across the room, the door seemingly much farther than when I walked in this morning. I sprint towards the door and three steps was all it took for me to let my gaurd down. Too bad the door was 4 steps away, too bad i slipped on the 3rd, too bad i heard that same ear piercing scream as my head banged against the floor imparing my vision. I looked down through my clouded vision to see what i had slipped on only to see a skid mark of grey sludge across the floor.

I grabbed the table using it to stand up as I held my head and attempted to stumble through the door. I put my free hand on the door and felt a cold liquid on my head slowly sinking down. It felt nice and cool on my swollen head and i wanted to fall into the coolness. I opened the door stopping dead in my tracks as the coolness covered the top of my head and seeped down to my eyes...ears...nose and finally my mouth. I clawed at my face the material paper thin but unbreakable my nails were like a butter knife trying to cut through a wooden door. I flailed about hopelessly until i could no longer hold my breath, I gasped inhailing the substance. Almost as quickly as it begin suffocating my face by wrapping its body around my head it went down my throat tubing and into my lungs.

I gripped my chest hard, my eyes bloodshot and my chest in an abnormal amount of pain. I writhed on the floor as blood spilled from my mouth, and the pain in my chest grew. I lay there staring up at the ceiling my eyes wide open as the last attempted gasp choked out of my open blue lips, soon followed by something that was paper-thin and slimy.