The shop's little bell over the door went off as Brad entered the store. Being a tourist he didn't share the local's fear of the place perhaps
through ignorance more than anything. He browsed the many dust coated shelfs containing all kinds of strangely named products, all
brands he'd never heard of before stopping at one tube. It was a pitch black container with stylized white words embossed across the front
that said "The Goof".
Brad's interests were caught on this one ointment. Lifting it from the shelf he turned it over as he inspected it. Besides the name of the
product there was nothing else on the bottle. No list of ingredients, no manufacture, nothing. Brad decided what the hell and took the tube
of "The Goof" ointment to the counter. The kindly old man just shook his.
"That one free for you" the old man said in a thick accent with slightly broken English. Brad tried to insist he pay but the shop owner
continued to refuse. Brad gave up and took the ointment, heading back out into the bustle of the street with the small bag containing the
strand black tube. He spent the rest of his day browsing the many streets of Chinatown before finally heading home. He had all but
forgotten about the ointment until he dumped out the bag holding it. He scooped it up, turning it over as he shrugged thinking he might as
well try it.
He cracked open the container of "The Goof" and smelled it before anything. Brad frowned as he smelled it again. It barely had a smell,
the only scent he could pick up was similar to fresh washed skin and nothing more. He tilted the tube upside down and squirted its
contents into his hand. He was surprised there really wasn't much in there. Looked like just enough for just one use. The ointment was just
as black as the container, pitch black, as he rubbed it over his hands.
The ointment felt cool, slightly stick as he rubbed his hands with it before rubbing up his arms. The first thing he noticed was his skin grew
slightly shiney as he rubbed, almost like a sheen liquidated gets when it dries. He kept rubbing the ointment on his hands and arms and as
he did he noticed his skin again more and more till both arms and hands were a pitch black. Brad mumbled he hoped the goo was easy to
wash away before he noticed something odd. His hands seemed different.
Lifting them up he realized why! His fingers....there was only four in each hand and they lacked finger nails! Figuring it was just the
ointment he put his pitch black sausage fingered hands under some running water but was shocked to see not only was the water running
clear over his hands but that he could feel it just like normal as if nothing was on his hands. He grabbed the soap and scrubbed at his fore
arms and hands. They remained pitch perfect black and the soap and water ran clean!
Brad started to get nervous, which became full blown panic as he looked in the mirror. He had only coated his forearms and hands with
the ack goo but now his entire arms, right into his shirt, were that black with a slight sheen to it. He also noticed that his arms had lost
definition, more like thick noodle shapes than anything with defined muscles
Brad quickly threw off his short and gasped at what he saw. His chest and belly were gaining that same sheen and be could actually see
the black from his shoulders spreading downward over them! What the hell was happening to him?!