Chad staggered down the hallway from the locker room toward the shower room. Behind was a trail of black rubbery footprints. He caught himself on the all, and stared at his hand print as he moved away from the wall. What was happening to him? Chad's feet kept sticking to the floor, and making him stumble. This time he fell against a door. It swung open, and he landed on the floor of the storage room. The door swung shut with a black smear where Chad's hand and forearm brushed against the door. Chad was really oozing the black ichor now. He forced himself up off the floor. It was glued to the floor by his rubbery sweat, but he was strong. He pushed himself up on all fours. There was a big pillow in a metal cage nearby. Chad really was feeling weak. He needed to lie down. He crawled into the extra large animal crate, and lay down.
The cleaning crew cleaned up all evidence of Chad's passing before Rick arrived.
Coach Sinclair was tired, when he opened the store room door. It was dark inside, but he could see enough with the light from the hallway. He lead his Great Dane Krypto into the store room, and pushed him into the open crate. Then he latched the door. He didn't notice Chad, as he walked out of the store room. '
"Good night, Krypto. See you tomorrow."
The black rubber blob that was now Chad was awaiting programming instructions. The big dog sniffing and lying down next to him was enough instruction for the nanobots. Chad's arms and legs snapped and popped, his torso reshaped, and his head started to push out to form a muzzle. Chad was becoming a big black rubber dog. A rubber tail sprouted from his spine. Chad dreamed of chasing his tail.
Dawn's light streamed in through the window in the store room. It must've been 5 in the morning. Chad struggled to his feet? Four feet? Four paws? He looked over at Krypto, the coach's dog, who was snoring.
"Woop!" said Chad. He tried to speak, but he could only make squeaky noises. He looked his body up and down, he looked like a rubber anthrodog- part human, part dog, and all rubber. He wasn't human, and he wasn't really a dog. He used his tongue to open the latch on the cage, because his hands were unusable now. He nudged the cage door open. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He just couldn't. He fit is rubber maw around the doorknob and turned his head. He pulled the door open. He no longer left rubbery footprints in his wake. He dashed through the dimly lit locker room. He heard a door opening, and hid behind the dirty towel bin. Some of the athletes were arriving for their early morning workouts. Chad would have been here, but now he wasn't in any position to workout. He slipped out from behind the bin and out the locker room door as it slowly swung shut.
He dashed across the field. Chad was naked, but he was also a big black rubber dog. He ran as fast as he could. He figured anyone who saw him at a distance would mistake him for a real dog. He reached the edge of the field, and darted into the woods.