This one is cool. Also, I'm setting up story for the next creepypasta. "The Tinkerer"
Story: (From Gobo's POV) Scratch said he'd meet me today, so I walked over to where he asked me to see him. I arrived at an abandoned warehouse. Scratch said it was an old MIT building. Although, I've never seen it before. I walked in with caution, staying with Scratch as I could trust him. Scratch walked me into a laboratory. It was full of tubes and vials. More importantly, it looked like it was still being used. G: "Scratch..? What is this?" S: "Mind if I tinker with some code?" G: "... What code?" Scratch went silent before walking out of the room. The door locked behind him. After that, a gas fills the room. It hurt so much. I felt every molecule in my body separate. I was melting. By the time the room aired out, I was nothing but a puddle of goo. I still feel alive, still feeling pain. Still feeling anger. But I can't do anything about it. Or can I? Facts: I named Gobo, Goo here as he's goo now, and also the fact he's lost a a part of himself. He can go back to his original form or others; it just takes up a lot of energy and the form is never perfect.
