Cream

Ash stared down at the jar of cream. While the last thing he hadn't tried, part of him was excited. If anything, he could then move onto some other part of his mother's room.

Twisting the lid off much like the lipstick, he put a finger into the white cream and applied it to his face. One dollop became two, then three.

By the time that Ash looked down towards the jar, it was empty. While that hadn't been his intention, that wouldn't look so good in the eyes of his mother.

"Crap." he muttered, his vision beginning to twist about. Then, everything went dark.