The substance felt unnaturally cold as it flooded Justin's throat and seeped it's way into his brain the only part of Justin had not given in to the ravages of the pink juice.
In his mind the black substance formed into the shape of his superhero buddies and they were all surrounding him jeering and beating on him, a look of disdain on each of their faces burning into his faith in his friends....
"No!" he cried, "they're heroes and I'm a hero too!" and he broke out of the taunting circle and ran but didn't get far as the black goo had wrapped around his mental self how he pictured himself as Justin Macy teenage crimefighter AKA Forceman. The goo wrapped him tightly and forced him to look up to a mental image of a night sky.
He could see his memories being given form and whizz up into the sky like fireworks and explode into oblivion, an image of his mum, dad and brother "My family!" he thought "no must can't lose that mem...poof!" and from the remnants the black substance reformed them into Jester Lord..."my family is...Jester Lord? no that can't be right but it must be true....yes he looks after me yes he protects me from the jeering creeps...." His mental image began to shrink down, muscles losing definition as they regressed back to his 13 year old body..."Jester Lord is..my.....dad?"
An image of him as his alterego Forceman hurtled up skyward, "nng! no I am Forceman...gotta repeat it I am For...pop!" and the goo picked up the remnants and reformed into his new alterego Kid Clown.
"Yes...true...I fight crime as Kid Clown!"
His slender 13 year form paled as his new costume formed over his mental self....he now remembered all the tricks that his dad taught him...all the shapes he could turn into to get out of jams"
An image of him fighting criminals, his purpose, rose up and exploded....
"What is my purpose in life?" He asked himself....he needed a purpose didn't he...the blackness seemed to answer his call and images of him fighting heroes and playing evil tricks formed and took root.
"Uhhhh! Hehe! Yeah man!" he smirked "that's what I do, and I do it good too!" as he grinned widely at a recollection of a bank heist...as if it were the truth.
All the education he received from high school balled itself up and the black substance blew it up...after all he was only 13 he won't need all that complex maffs stuff..an all dat inglish n stuff! The boy doesn't need to accurately spell where he's heading!!
The black substance delved into the speech control of his brain and adjusted his voice...although it had already been altered by the green goo the black went one stage further and rid the boy of his clean all american accent...replacing it with a rough and tumble speech pattern of someone who's had a rough time of life.
The blackness seeped into his expressions and pulled out everything except for the huge grin...he could no longer look sad or angry or even shocked...the grin was permanently switched on at a mental level.
All that remained was his name...Justin...Justin...every else was already lost or corrupted...the black goo stuff just let the name sink deep into it mass...
"Wots m'name?" thought the insane grinning boy "I needs a name dun I?"
The name whispered in the air "Jack" repeatedly getting increasingly louder till it too was the truth..
"Aright! m'names Jack! Yeh! awwlways bin dat! yeah" The black goop loosened its grip...
Jester Lord had noted that the last of the black stuff hd emptied into his protege, he took out the gun from his mouth. He was already delighted that the mouth stretch out by itself and formed the grin that had previously been forced upon him.
"So" he commanded, "Tell me who you are!"
The rubber youth looked at his mentor, still unable to change his expression, "Hey Pops! wot yoo askin' me fur? you know its Kid Clown innit!"