A patter. One single drop of the mysterious liquid is all it took to change Gyrus forever.
From the site impact, the effects are immediately noticeable. A crater of flesh, like those of meteorites appeared. The insides of the caldera moved like worms. Gyrus tried to swat the mysterious liquid away but all it did was to spread the aberrations on his left hand.
He wanted to scream but can't. The skin on his throat wriggled as if it was another lifeform. He tired to reach the wall where the alarm was. But his arms folded in itself. As if he did not have bones. He tried to stand. His melted fingers were mere inches from the button when all ended in a splash.
The melted body of Gyrus pooled in itself and fell on the water treatment vat below. All the other substance that made Gyrus for what it is condensed at the center of the tub. Once formed, all of them fused with the remains of Gyrus. Lastly, the mess of colors that was once a human turned transparent. Invisible amidst the water.
Gyrus knew that he was still somehow alive despite the lack of senses. He know he exist in this wide expanse of darkness. But suddenly, there was a light. His form was being elongated on all fronts. The light in distance condensed into one normal suburban kitchen.
Gyrus realized that he was being poured out of a faucet and into a cup. In one fell swoop, he was drunk.
There was darkness once again but this time, it's different. Gyrus could feel the coldness of the floor. He could sense his heartbeat and the rhythm of his breathing. He could feel.
He rubbed his eyes and stood from the floor. Above the sink was a mirror. And in that mirror, he could see himself. What came out as a shock was the extreme fact that his reflection was wrong. Gone were the bagged eyes or the unkempt stubble. The arching back disappeared. In it's stead, his reflection showed the figure off...