When Globby Met Obake

story

You might have thought that being transformed into a hideous slimy monster was the most awful thing to happen to someone like Dibs, the unluckiest purse thief in GoGo Tomago's neighbourhood of San Fransokyo, but in reality, to Dibs, or 'Globby', as he now decided to call himself, it was only THE MOST TOTALLY AMAZING THING EVER!

Now Globby, the slimy monster supervillain formerly known as unlucky purse thief Dibs, was using his new swinging abilities, getting himself a little more practice, swinging around on the buildings of the city of San Fransokyo in broad night, almost 3 hours before sunrise.

He was getting it on like Donkey Kong. He swung around and around on a antenna on a high building. "Cool!" he cheered.

He stopped and admired San Fransokyo in the dawn light creeping over the city. A cool breeze drifted by, making him unavoidably shiver a little. Even being turned into a slimy monster didn't make him invincible to the elements, but it didn't seem to bother him much now.

He looked at his left leg, and somehow or other, his left foot formed into a bare human foot, toenails and all; albeit made of his purple slime. He wriggled the toes on his foot. "Wow." he said. "I sure miss clipping my toenails."

He shook his foot back to it's glob form, then looked down at his slimy body. "On the bright side," he said, "At least I don't have to wear clothes anymore."

He later decided to get down from the building he was on. but rather than climb or swing down, he decided to walk down.

His sticky globby feet allowed him to walk down the building. he even performed a Michael Jackson-esque dance, and moonwalked all the way down the building.

He jumped down before the end, and, using his swing abilities, swing down into some sorta abandoned alley.

Globby wandered down the alley.

Suddenly, he heard some footsteps. "Hello?" he called. There was no one there.

"Hello?!" he called, much louder.

This time, Globby DID hear someone. That someone spoke in a rather sinister voice. "There you are, just as I predicted."

Globby turned, and this is what he saw: a slender male man, with pale and almost greyish skin, and blue eyes, and with hair that was black. "Wha-who... who are you?" Globby asked nervously.

"Who I am is not important right now." the man said, stepping in front of the thief-turned-monster. "However, I know you will be of great use to me. I need you for this... project I have running. I need some important blueprints found. Blueprints found by this artist; Lenore Shimamoto."

"Ummm... ok." Globby said. The words were out before he could stop himself. "You want me to get the blueprints, Mr... Uhhh... who are you?"

The man walked closer. "You may address me as..."

He paused. And then, to Globby's neuro-transmitter eyes, he saw the man's face was glowing a bright shade of purple.

"...Obake."