Dawson and Felix laid down under a tree behind the school; they sat in comfortable silence as the cool wind blew past. Felix turned his head to see Dawson already staring at him; they stared at each other for a second, then Felix hesitated and said, “Dream?”

“Yeah,” Dawson commented, but not making any movement to start talking, just staring.

Finally, Felix decided to look away cause the staring was starting to make him uncomfortable.

“So, I’m not sure if the slime means you can turn into slime or puke it up,” Dawson replied, finally sitting up.

“What should we do then?” asked Felix as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“Well, you’re going to find out what you can do, of course,” Dawson scoffed as if it was apparent.

“Huh?! How am I supposed to do that? You need to help; you had the dream!” Felix clamored.

“Ok! I’ll help! Um… let’s try turning into slime, god, this sounds so dumb….” Dawson pinched his temple.

“Well, how do I do that? Pray?” Felix snorted.

Dawson’s lips turned up slightly, and he said, “Hm, I have an idea. Lay on the tree and… loosen all your muscles, like relax.”

Felix laid on the tree and shook his arms a little; then, he closed his eyes. Dawson leaned closer to Felix and continued what he was saying in a slightly lower tone to go along with the calming atmosphere, “Now think about turning into slime, really try to concentrate on the slime. Oh, think about those satisfying slime-making videos,”

Felix was determined; he thought having power would be amazing. So, he concentrated so profoundly he didn’t hear any noise, except one.

Pfft!

Felix quickly put his hands up to cover his face. Dawson then burst out in laughter; he fell on the ground gripping his stomach for dear life. Even though it was embarrassing, Felix also started to giggle.

“Man, you let loose, didn't you!” Dawson howled out.

“Yeah, let my cheeks loose….” Felix's eyes closed as he smiled and his ears warmed.

He felt so happy and giddy; he thought nothing could go wrong. That was until Felix felt something at the bottom of his stomach, it made his stomach twist with discomfort. Dawson immediately noticed and stopped laughing.

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“Hey, are you ok?” Dawson shook Felix’s shoulder as he gripped his throat.

Felix gagged as the familiar feeling of throwing up came to his body, but it was slightly different. His stomach warmed, then started to burn. Felix continued to spit up saliva onto the grass, his mouth watering. He retched as something large slid its way up his throat to his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing. Felix made a loud noise and roughly clutched his sweater as he finally spit the thing out. Felix breathed heavily, forehead glistening, and looked down to see what had just come out of him. What he saw disturbed him; it was a gray slimeball, which was large and wet. As the ball splattered on the grass, it started to smoke and melted through the Earth. Leaving the boys in awe and the grass charred black.

“What… th-that came out of… me?!” Felix muttered scratchily as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater.

“I… well, that must be your power…? Did you activate it with your fart or something?” Dawson gawked.

“I don’t… know?” Felix's voice cracked as he coughed, “God, that burned like….”

“Like hell?” Dawson continued for Felix.

“Yeah,” Felix rubbed his throat, what just happened had drained him, and all he wanted was sleep. Maybe some water too.

“Well, how do you think it was activated? Could it have actually been your fart? Want to try it again?” Dawson suggested.

“No, if I force it, a fart won’t come out alone. Maybe, we need to retrace our steps,” Felix said, slightly feeling like a detective.

“Ok, starting from the beginning of your morning, what did you do?” Dawson asked as he handed Felix a bottle of water he had in his jeans pocket. Felix greedily gulped it down; it felt like heaven in his mouth even though it was warm. Felix wiped his mouth and started talking, “Well, I woke up….and my mom...was.... never mind. I came to school, saw you, and went to class. That's it. Nothing different happened today,”

“Hm… what did you have for breakfast? Maybe it has something to do with that,” Dawson hoped he was right.

“I don’t eat breakfast, never do,” Felix replied.

“You don’t eat breakfast? You need breakfast to keep your blood sugar up!” Dawson fumed.

“Why do you know so much about this?” Felix asked warily.

“Sisters’ a dietitian. Eat this, now,” Dawson ordered as he threw two granola bars at Felix’s chest. Felix barely caught them as he questioned, “What else do you have in that pocket? Narnia?”

“Yeah, I do, now eat. We need to think…” Dawson talked, but Felix heard none of it.

Instead, he bit into one of the granola bars and thought to himself, “I’m surprised Dawson cared enough to give me food. Feels nice to have someone care for me for once; it makes me happy,”

Felix felt his face warm up, but immediately after, he felt something familiar at the bottom of his stomach. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

“No...no...not again…” Felix trembled as his stomach turned inside out and did backflips.

“What’s wrong? Is another one going to come out?” Dawson exclaimed. Felix nodded frantically, his throat pulsating as he felt another repulsive ball slide its way up to his mouth. Again, he retched when he threw it up; for a second time, the gray ball fell to the ground and melted, creating a replica of the hole next to it.