This year I am working on a story called Bob vs. The Alien Slug Monsters. Instead of an outline I have a basic list of plot points I want to cover between meeting Bob and sending him off to fight the king of the slugs. There is more of a cast of characters than an actual outline, so we will see how the story develops. And with that intro we continue with Bob Versus the Alien Slug Monsters…
Day 60: Bob put the fallen potatoes back in their place.
Bob put the fallen potatoes back in their place. When he managed to extricate himself from the corner where he had hidden, Bob slowly moved forward. The filaments that were filling in the hole left by the removed door handle and lock were filling in.
As there was no sound beyond, Bob sat down and studied the filaments. He was much closer now than he was when they were part of the wall. Remembering the twig he kept himself well clear, not touching anything. He studied them. The little strands glowed as they worked to fill in the hole. Bob noticed that they weren’t adding in a new doorknob and lock, but merely filling in the hole so it was a flat door.
As the threads of light wove together the light dimmed and even though there was still a slightly woven texture to the new material, it was similar to all that surrounded it. He hadn’t seen the material applied and wondered if it had only limited reformatting capabilities.
‘It looks slightly shinier than the door around it,’ Bob thought. He wondered if that was because it was new and would fade in time or if it was simply a different material that could only mimic so far. ‘I wonder if it is filing in the hole or covering it over.’
He wanted to tap the finished material to see if it was hollow behind, but he didn’t want the material to get on him and coat his hand.
‘I also don’t want to make a sound,’ He thought. He was pretty sure that he was alone in the restaurant now, but he suspected the slugs would still be searching the area. ‘They would want to know what happened. At least, I would.’
The slugs seemed to have gone to great effort to put to sleep and corral the people of Centerville. As he waited for the hole in the door to fill and stop glowing, Bob wondered if that was part of the plan. If the slugs cut off Centerville and captured it’s people so that they could figure out how to wear the humans and go undetected outside of Centerville.
‘Maybe it’s why the roads and buildings are being repaired.’
Bob Leaned against one of the shelving units and watched as the lights flickered over the hole in the door. The slugs he saw didn’t have the best luck in wearing the people as protective cover. Not only did they seem to have trouble making all of the limbs work but they seemed to cause what looked to Bob like heart attacks in the people they were trying to wear.
‘Doesn’t give the people wearing much longevity,’ Bob thought. He wondered if each of the slugs would take a group of sleeping people with them and just trade them out, using them up and disposing of them when done. His mind flashed on the dumpster filled with disposed of bodies.
‘A possibility,’ he thought. ‘But the slugs I saw didn’t seem to be top of the food chain,.’
He thought of the way they seemed to be in stealth mode and furtively looking back towards the Bowl-a-Rama. ‘Maybe others are better or they are still trying to get the human wearing system just right.’
The thought that he could find his neighbors moving around like normal with the giant slugs inside them made his stomach turn.
Ten til Midnight 