Across the desk, Coach looked confused, then looked at Lee. “Is what I want you to do.” He told Mike, grinning, as he flexed his muscle. “This,” Lee said, or if he was right, this was coach in Lee’s body. His grip loosened, as he let go of Mike’s arm. A blue glimmer appeared for a second on the coach’s irises, and green on Lee’s. Once the last bits of each slime were in their respective bodies, coach and Lee stopped convulsing as they shot up on their seats. The bodies convulsed as the slimes pushed themselves into their throats. He looked at the coach’s body, and the blue slime was doing the same. The slimes started climbing the motionless bodies when they reached them, Mike trying to pull away as the slimy tentacle grips Lee’s arm, then launched itself into its mouth, squirming inside. They were blobs of slime, with slime tentacles. Instead, he watched the slimes in awe as they moved toward each other’s bodies faster than he expected. He still couldn’t get away, as Lee’s grip was still tight despite the two bodies falling motionlessly. The slime left their respective mouths, and plopped downward. He panicked, and wanted to run away, but Lee’s hand shot up to grasp Mike’s arm, even as he started convulsing. He whips his head to Lee, who was the same, a strange blue lit his eyes instead, but was regurgitating a blue slime. Just as he was about to stand up, the coach starts to regurgitate something green and thick. Mike wanted to rush forward, but Lee started to choke as well, and he was torn between the two of them. Then the coach started to choke behind his desk in front of Mike, some strange green light lit his irises as he did. Mike felt awkward, and he shifted on his seat. “Watch.” The coach said as Lee sat down beside Mike, his face arranged in a stony mask, unspeaking. Coach Mike was old, but built, Lee on the other hand was around his twenties, even better built and handsome, who tailed the coach everywhere. He sets it down in front of Mike, as Assistant Coach Lee entered the office. It was clear, with green and blue pills inside. “What do you mean then?” Mike asked that time, and the coach just grinned at him as he produced a tiny bottle of pills from under his desk.
They were simply unstoppable under Rodrigo.
He earned the reputation of scoring no less than five goals for his team at every game, not including all their other forwards. Shawn Rodrigo was the Bulldogs’ captain, their ace, a forward. “No, I don’t mean trading players.” The coach added, before he could even ask. “I’m going to have you swap places with Rodrigo.” Coach told him, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. He, of course, was quick to jump on the offer, before he even knew what it was going to be. At first, he thought he was getting kicked out of the team, but was surprised when the coach offered to make him useful. That was why, when it was announced that the next match was against the Bulldogs, Coach was quick to call him to his office. He’s pretty lean, and has some muscle, though of course, not as defined as his teammates’. The others were just way better than him, he’s not the waterboy, but he might as well just be one instead of just sitting through the match on his phone, at least the waterboy gets to go around, he thinks to himself. Mike was an okay-player, but not good enough to leave the bench. He had to do it right, or else he’ll suffer the consequences. He felt giddy when they tested it on him and Jean, one of his high school’s top soccer players, but now that he was going to do it with someone he barely even knew, he felt a little nervous. They’ve been planning on this for more than a week now, after the matchups for the next game were announced. “You already know what to do, don’t you?” Coach Martin asked, to which Mike started nodding vigorously as he locked his fingers together, cracking and popping them, just to relieve himself of both nervousness and excitement.