He woke up to the feel of cold metal all around his body. How long he had been asleep he could never tell. He couldn’t even remember where he had come from. There was a faint recollection of warmth but it was all gone. All he could remember was that his name was Bubba. At least he thought his name was Bubba. He couldn’t quite be sure.
He heard voices in the distance. As he opened his eyes he was blinded by the light above. He heard things spoken he couldn’t comprehend. It was English for sure but he just wasn’t catching it all. He could distinctly hear one of them say, “Why don’t we eat him now and take him out of his misery?’ As his eyes focused he could see that their faces were human but their bodies were flattened amoebic blogs missing limbs or appendages.
He chuckled at the short creatures beckoning at his door. They had no arms or legs to torture him. All he had to do was get up and run. Bubba concentrated all his strength to his legs to get up but they felt like liquid. He couldn’t budged. Then he felt as if he was covered in warm sludge and lifted up out of his metal box that he for as long as he remembered considered home. Somehow he had no recollection of where he came from. He concentrated for the warm embrace of a mother’s face but had no picture of a mother in his mind. All he could see now was nine lumps of slime and bobbing human heads. As he looked deeper he could see there was vegetation on the ground but no tall trees. Everything was pulled down as if a giant magnet had squashed everything on the ground. In his memory he had in mind the structure of a human body but no faces. As he looked to where his feet should be he saw nothing but a pile of slime. His body was spineless and could not stand erect. Others scooted and slithered around him taking any globular form they wished but Bubba’s muscles had not adapted that far yet. He was pulled down by what seemed like the gravity of a large planet.
One of the heads who seemed to be the boss of the group said, “Enough already. Let’s take this noob to the croob so he can gets some rest.” We’ve seen enough today. We’ll get a better look at him in the morning.
The next thing Bubba remembered was waking up to the mystical light of a faint sun followed by an even brighter sun an hour later. The cold ground he felt yesterday was already sweltering and the pain he felt inside he knew as hunger. He managed to slither down the stairs and caught a familiar smell at the bottom. He found on the top of a wooden stool the remains of a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich. As hungry as he was it would have to do. He had no hands to reach out but as he concentrated his effort he moved his slimy body closer to the stool and managed to stand up and get his mouth close enough to stuff the sandwich in. He took three bites of this organic peanut butter crunchy sandwich on whole wheat bread and realized he couldn’t swallow it. The peanut butter was stuck in his mouth. He really needed milk.
Just then the boys came into the kitchen all nine of them with milk mustaches laughing. They knew Bubba wanted the milk but they enjoyed watching the torture of the creature who could not swallow his peanut butter down. All of the slime heads laughed and a few heads rolled as they watched Bubba chew on the peanut butter sandwich stuck in his throat.
A round headed one looked up to the boss of the group and said, “Hey Vinnie, you want me to finish him off?”
The boss just stared at Bubba and said, “No, not this one. He reminds me of someone. I just can’t get a grasp on it." Then he slapped Bubba’s head with his while slime body. Bubba spit out the sandwich and stood as straight as any slime body could stand.
Vinnie threatened him, “Tell us who sent you here noob before I explode. You don’t want to see me explode."
Bubba said, “I can’t remember anything, honest.” Then a strength tickled in his whole being. He felt a power he could never have imagined as if the gel inside him were electrified. He started floating around the room. His gel was dripping and formed a lasso as he went around and around in circles. All nine boys were covered in his sticky slime and wrapped around like a tight rope. Bubby had the upper hand.
“Who are you?” asked the boy with the chubby head.
"Bubba likes to tease ‘em and squeeze ‘em. That’s who I am and that’s all I know. Now one of you had better start talking."
