A Blue, Shiny Sludge

Amalie tumbled through the muddy terrain, by the nightclub. She was drunk. Cheeks flushed, eyes dilated, and no idea of her surrounding whatsoever, she made a left. In front of her was an ominous, dark alley, full of garbage. It was known locally as ‘Junkie H.Q.,’ or the place where most drug dealers went to trade things. Amalie had gotten into the habit of doing drugs, when she was 19. She was 24, currently. (WARNING: Do not, under any circumstances do what she is about to do. You could harm yourself, or even die.) “So, you’re ‘Morpheus.’ I was expecting a guy.” A voice exclaimed, quietly. Morpheus was her code name. She had met the dealer online, but couldn’t remember. A figure manifested itself from the shadows. It appeared to be a male. He was wearing a flannel, over a stained sweater, a beanie, and ripped jeans. His eye whites were a pale red, and he seemed to be semi-zoned out. Most likely on drugs. Amalie wasn’t paying attention to him. She was dazed.

The figure noticed this, and began lightly poking her shoulder. “Hello? Is there anyone in there?” He said, tapping her forehead. Amalie slightly shook her head, and faced him. She looked him dead in the eye. “Hey… you. You’re the guy…” Amalie stammered, before being cut off by the man. “Bingo. Now, this is a public area, so just take it, and go.” Amalie nodded, before being handed a bottle of blue sludge. Amalie took it, gripping it with all her strength, which - because she was intoxicated, - was not that much, and walked off. “Pleasure doing business with you- Oh. Bye then.” The man said. The look on his face said it all. ‘Who was this woman?’ Amalie got home, feeling sick. She didn’t do much about it, and didn’t care the slightest. She took the bottle of blue stuff out of her drawn-on messenger bag, and drunk about half. Almost instantly, she got a feeling of happiness. “This stuff works great-“ Amalie managed to say, before noticing a face poking out of the doorway. It was of a human, but warped, and mutilated. Amalie stood there, the happiness completely washing away. A feeling of dread came over her. She walked to her room, her eyes wide open, in shock. When she woke up, she felt completely normal, as if the event of the night prior had never happened. She assumed she was just seeing things, and so drunk the other half of the bottle. The room spun, before it turning red. Amalie’s face went pale. There were markings of blood, splattered all over the walls.

The figure noticed this, and began lightly poking her shoulder. “Hello? Is there anyone in there?” He said, tapping her forehead. Amalie slightly shook her head, and faced him. She looked him dead in the eye. “Hey… you. You’re the guy…” Amalie stammered, before being cut off by the man. “Bingo. Now, this is a public area, so just take it, and go.” Amalie nodded, before being handed a bottle of blue sludge. Amalie took it, gripping it with all her strength, which - because she was intoxicated, - was not that much, and walked off. “Pleasure doing business with you- Oh. Bye then.” The man said. The look on his face said it all. ‘Who was this woman?’ Amalie got home, feeling sick. She didn’t do much about it, and didn’t care the slightest. She took the bottle of blue stuff out of her drawn-on messenger bag, and drunk about half. Almost instantly, she got a feeling of happiness. “This stuff works great-“ Amalie managed to say, before noticing a face poking out of the doorway. It was of a human, but warped, and mutilated. Amalie stood there, the happiness completely washing away. A feeling of dread came over her. She walked to her room, her eyes wide open, in shock. When she woke up, she felt completely normal, as if the event of the night prior had never happened. She assumed she was just seeing things, and so drunk the other half of the bottle. The room spun, before it turning red. Amalie’s face went pale. There were markings of blood, splattered all over the walls.

Out of the blue, she heard a tapping noise, coming from the window. She looked over, to see the same face from the last night. She froze for a moment, before running out of her house. It was chasing her. She didn’t look back, until she was about half way across the street. She turned her head, only for a moment, to see the creature’s face, two inches away from hers. The creature reached out its hand, lifting Amalie’s face up. It started brutally scatching her skin off. Everything went black. Just for a moment, before her death, a newspaper flew by her. She was able to read the caption. ‘Breaking news, man goes insane, and starts selling strange drug, that seems to kill everyone who consumes it.’