Ty saw a young teen around his age; he must’ve been another student. The student only looked and observed the doughy… thing in the dryer as it was hesitating to get it out.
“Eugh… what the hell is this?” the student said in disgust as it pulled Ty out of the dryer. He quickly placed it down on a nearby table as he shut the dryer. He looked at the strange thing as it moved and whimpered helplessly. Ty was crying for help, but he could only whimper incoherently.
“It’s alive, isn’t it?” the student prodded Ty’s body as his body was easily malleable. Ty only looked at the student as he curiously observed it hands-on, feeling his clayey body.
“It’s so strange…” the student said with awe, “it’s like clay! I wonder…”
Ty only felt the student press his hands against Ty harder now as he was molded into another shape. Ty only whimpered once more, the grunts indistinguishable from pleased moans. He felt the student mold his body, his basic shape turning into something more complex.
After the student was done with his quick sculpting session, he put Ty down and observed his work. From a doughy block, Ty was molded into a crude duck. His eyes were on his head, though they looked a little asymmetrical. His small mouth was slightly stretched into a beak. The mounds that used to be his limbs were only flattened out on his body except for one, and his other hole was visible on the back, just above where the last mound remained.
Ty only whimpered once more, trying to tell the student he was a human, but the student was too amused by his own work and by Ty’s movements that he took Ty and put him in his backpack. Though it slightly ruined his ducklike shape, the student didn’t mind it as he zipped his bag and lifted it up before putting it on his back. Ty could feel the bag moving as the student walked away from the room and to elsewhere. To where the two of them are going, Ty doesn’t know.