Before Mary could find the pumps the doorbell rang once again.
Opening the door she was greeted at the door by the young man she recognized as Oscar. Stark naked, well toned body and slightly oversized testicles as the rest, but Oscar's skin appeared to be completely chocolate coloured, milk chocolate to be precise.
The boy looked like he was completely molded out of chocolate, a life-size replica of Oscar. He even smelt like fresh cocoa. Where his hair and eyebrows should have been was instead a darker 'chocolate', carved in the expected shape of hair. The details on and around his nipples looked like they had been sculpted out of the chocolate 'flesh’.
There was a pause, Mary completely unsure if what stood in front of her was even real, before she noticed that the bare chest was indeed moving from him breathing. "Afternoon Oscar."
"Afternoon Mrs Danaher, and it's OK, I can see you're curious, everyone is. I am indeed made of chocolate."
"Made?! Of chocolate! How is that even possible?!"
"Who knows, they were not exactly forthcoming with the details.”
He started telling Mary what happened. “Declan and I got slapped with detention after his so-called 'ultimate fastball' shattered one of the school’s fancy marble statues. For our punishment, we were going to replace it as statues ourselves. As planned, Declan is a permanent marble statue at the school's entrance. However, I think the teacher accidentally mixed up the syringe he used on me coz mine reacted completely different, as you can see. So unlike poor Declan, despite every part of my body being completely made of chocolate, it moves and functions just like skin, muscle and bone. And I don't need to eat or breathe, though I still seem to breathe out of habit I think."
"Oh my, poor Declan. And I'm sure it's not easy for you too."
He nodded sadly "Completely, imagine going to school with a whole bunch of stupid kids that want to try eating a piece of you all day… or all of you. It's worrying sometimes."
"I can't even imagine. Well let's get you inside, it's such a sunny day, I'd hate for you to start melting."
Oscar laughed a bit from Mary's concern. "It’s ok Mrs Danaher, I'm pretty solid." Tapping on his chest as a demonstration. "Whatever those pills did to us that prevented feeling cold seemed to stop my chocolate from melting until very very warm temperatures."
"So you don't leave marks on the furniture?"
Oscar smiled with assurance. "No marks."