Wait... what's that noise?

My spine shudders as a freezing sensation shoots up and down it's length; accompanied by a distant, repeating sound.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It was coming from back down the sewer; something was approaching the lab. I quickly move to the door frame; on the side opposite of the still-sitting Sammy. Standing just aside the passage, I listen closer, and hear a new sound, accompanying the dripping.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Sss... Sss... Sss...

It was in the lab now; standing still. Looking around at the mess we had left, no doubt. Sammy too seems to hear it now, and slogs herself under the child sized bed to hide. The dripping comes closer, passing the still-open doors of the record room, and study. It was just outside the doorway, now; likely examining the door I had busted down, the one now leaning against the hallway wall.

"Creator?"

What!? That sound's like...

"Kill! Creator!"

The door is flung into the bedroom by the creature; cracking the wall as it embeds itself deep within the stone. A red ooze drips off of where the door was held, as small layers of metal begin slogging off. The thing that had thrown the door moves into the room; thankfully missing me, as it focuses on repeatedly hammering on the mass of metal it had just chucked in a blind rage.

The thing that has just barged in was familiar, yet distinctly warped. A woman, made of slime, with long "hair" and a boyish appearance; speaking with a bubbling voice. This one, however, seemed... imperfect. Her right arm, the one used to throw the door, was twice the size of Sammy's entire body; while her left was much, much smaller than normal. What I can make out of her face through her translucent head puts another shiver down my spine. Unlike Sammy, this thing had nine-or-so green ooze-eyes; some merging into each other, others splitting apart. They were each placed oddly around the face, taking up a majority of the creature's head. I looked for the mouth that was speaking, but found it elsewhere; in the palm of it's giant, dripping hand.

Sammy slides out from under the Bed, quickly pooling passed the doorway, then popping up to her full height. I follow her lead, sliding over towards our exit.

Then, I am struck directly in the face by a fist almost twice size of my torso.

"Creator!? Help me Creator! Where is Mother!? Help me!"

I'm blasted all the way down the hallway, crashing into the doorway that led into the main lab, and cratered into a metal table. I felt my left wing break at the doorway, and my right arm pop out it's socket on impacting the table. The pain was, well...

"Fuck! Aaagh! S-Sammy! Run!" I yell; reeling from the agony as some of the freshly exposed bones in my left wings had a nice taste of the dry, cold air of the laboratory.

Two blue arms stretch out to the doorway I was just smashed into, sling-shotting Sammy into the wall behind me. She solidifies on impact, preventing a splatter as she now stands ready for combat. I pull myself up, trying to shift away my broken wing; however, the damaged limb remains dangling, and useless. I grasp at my right arm, and try to line it back up with my shoulder socket; slamming it back into the table. A satisfying, and disturbing "pop" sound tells me my arm is back in it's socket; the pain, however, tells me to go fuck myself.

"Help me! Kill me! Help kill! Creator kill!"

The insane Warped-Slime crashes through the open doorway, sending bits of stone everywhere. I breathe deeply, taking in the essence of the room's shadows and lights. Exhaling, I try to breathe flame on the damned thing, only for puffs of smoke to take it's place; yep, still starved of Elements. The abomination raises its enormous hand, readying a crushing blow upon me. A blue-goo morning star strikes the red mess in it's "face" just before it can swing, causing it to flail wildly as it slides backwards from the **** of the impact.

"Sammy! Keep it busy!" I command, breathing in deeper as I try and move back towards the old sewer.

"Yes, Boss!" She replies, a second fist stretching out past me, then snapping back towards Sammy; sling-shotting it directly into the Warped-Slime's right shoulder.

Fuck! Just work already, you useless body!

I inhale more and more air, seeing the light and shadows around me re-direct toward my mouth each time. All the while, Sammy continues her nonstop barrage of fists on the horrific parody of herself. On the seventh punch, however, the horrid red thing gains an advantage. Sammy's left fist, shaped like an anvil, slams directly through the body of the monster; which then seals around her hand like the sap of a tree. The Goo-Girl tries pulling back the hand, only for the abomination to be pulled instead. Then...

Sammy starts screaming.

Her hand, still visible through the horrid thing's body, begins to dissolve and be absorbed. As this happens, the Warped-Slime's face begins to shift; it's eyes merging together more permanently.

"Boss? What is Boss!? Is Boss Creator?! Kill Creator!"

Sammy's arm snaps back; all that had been submerged now consumed. Her body shrinks slightly as she re-forms the appendage. The rampaging red-mass seems to turn it's attention back to me; the Boss... God's damn it! It slams its massive arm down toward me; I leap aside to avoid being turned into a similar pipe of red goo. My left wing scrapes the wall as I avoid the attack, causing me to exhale sharply from pain; a small, flash of light emitting from my maw.

"Bright! Too bright! Doctor! Turn off sun!"

It stumbles backward, just as Sammy slams a newly-formed fist directly into it's back. Once more, it seals off the appendage, and begins eating away at it.

"Aaagh!" Screams Sammy, gritting her gummy, fake teeth. "I! Will! Find! Creator!"

At hearing this, the raving abomination turns to Sammy; murderous intent in it's many eyes.

"No Siblings! Eat! I am only Sammy! Kill Creator!"

Sammy reels back her other hand, and with the sound of built tension being released with the **** of a gunshot, throws another stretching punch; aimed directly at the creature's chest. It buries deep into the red-ooze, the process of consumption continuing as expected. Despite this, Sammy seems to just pointlessly pump more of herself back into the second fist to maintain it, shrinking more and more as she does. At first, I'm horrified, and confused; seeing my friend feeding herself to this horrific monstrosity. Then, I see it...

Sammy calls out, now shrunk to nearly the size of Carrie. "Take it!"

The Warped-Slime's Core, grasped by Sammy's hand; visibly pushing against the creature's outer membrane. Not caring for my own safety at this point, I plunge both my clawed hands into the monster, the acidic contents of which sear me as I grasp it's Core. I pull with all the might I can muster, my feet leaving cracks in the stone floor as slimy tendrils hold fast to the Core. I hear Sammy shout once more.

"I. Will. Find. Creator!"

Sammy, shrunk as she was, flings herself at her twisted sibling, changing her head into the shape of a hammer. With an echoing smack, which reverberated throughout the entire lab, the Warped-Slime was slammed directly into the floor; snapping the tendrils attached to it's Core. The blood-red slime begins to quickly solidify; jagged crystals taking the shape of a young woman, laying, as if sleeping in bed.

The Core leaves my hands, dropping to the floor; an odd thing to occur, given I was still trying to grip it with all my might. Looking down to my oddly numb hands, I see the reason for my sudden release. A lack of hands. Now instead, I had a pair of bleeding, sizzling stumps down to just before my elbows. I feel the world go into free-fall as shock settles in, my head crashing into the cold, stone floor as a tiny slime picks up her sibling's Core.

It all fades to black.