Leave the Base

As curious as he was about what he had turned into, he was afraid. Afraid of being caught and get into trouble... Though at this point, it wasn't going to be criminal persecution. He was something else entirely, and from what he could tell, he was very similar to the blue gel that had drenched him. The possibility of becoming a guinea pig was far too horrifying to consider. Even when he was in a vent, able to fit through it with ease, the image of being trapped in a jar made him feel claustrophobic, and he decided that whatever happened to him, he could figure out later, or maybe never. Right now, his personal safety was his primary concern, and he started to move.

There was no sound made as he slithered through the vent. Initially, he had been moving, stretching the long appendages that appeared every time he attempted to reach forward as if he still had arms. It had been frustrating, sliding across the surface with little to no friction, making little progress for his escape. But he was learning, soon stretching his body like a snake and slithering, and decided that this was a good opportunity to find more about what he could do as he escaped. Soon, he was shaping his body into a ball, rolling through what was a ramp, squeezing into a long line and acting like a serpent. He still kept moving, only stopping when he heard footsteps below. He felt a strange pull towards the noise, or more precisely, though he didn't realize it, the heat of people underneath.

Then he felt the air change around him. It felt... different to him.