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Gilliam meet Latex Chameleon. Latex Chameleon Meet Gilliam

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The bathroom was fancy and porcelain with a white marvels floor and a gold rimmed toilet.
The room across the bathroom had a man in his early thirties with his wife Angelica inside of a lavish bedroom with a queen sized bed asleep, gently snoring.

Suddenly Gilliam Bluemore owner of the successful Sunfield Farm Manor woke up in his bed. His wife was still asleep, her features once pristine and beautiful now wrinkled with age, though to some older men she would seem to have aged gracefully that even in her age she still held some of her elegant charm. Gilliam was not one of those men. If anything Gilliam resented the woman who was about fifteen years his senior.

Angelica had only married him in order to get into the riches of the Bluemore Family business and because of Gilliam's father putting intense pressure on him, Gilliam had no choice but to accept. Now on top of all the stress of managing of several farms across the country, Angelica was all to happy to add onto his evergrowing pile of stress.

Gilliam sighed. He got up, barely putting any effort to be quiet for his wife as he put on his nightrobe and headed to the bathroom.

Shuffling through the darkness he opened the bathroom door and went in. After doing his business, he turned on the faucet and began washing his wands in the sink.

He looked in the mirror above the sink and saw his old face. He looked like he was in his fifties now and he had a vague feeling his sixties would come up sooner rather than later.

He gave another sigh and solemnly wished that for one day or night he could let go all of his stress.

His wish came true.

No one on that night saw the faucet begin to start oozing out a green shiny substance.

No one on that night saw Gilliam struggle as the latex ooze started to cover him, gagging his mouth so he wouldn't scream as he fought on for his life.

No one saw his face of pure terror as the ooze, now vaguely in the shape of a small humanoid chameleon easily carried the man in his frail weight and took Gilliam out into the night, knocking him out cold before leaving, going towards the general direction of Salt City.


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