"I'm going to go get some softener." Stephanie called back as she turned to leave the room.
As soon as Dustin was sure she was out of ear shot, he leaped off the washer. His foot caught a bit of Ty on the landing, snagging a flat, rubbery lip on the bottom of his shoe.
Ty let out an unintelligible mumble as he felt his lower lip stretch. Dustin instinctively yanked his foot forward, feeling the tension and hearing Ty's displeasure.
"Shit! Dude, I'm so sorry!" Dustin shook the flesh loose and bent down to give his brother a closer look. He examined the extent of damage; Ty was folded over himself in a sloppy heap, his malleable skin poured over flaps and folds like peach colored silly putty. His lower was in a grossly exaggerated pout as it gently jiggled, making it seem like Dustin's younger brother was blubbering (which he probably was). A few of Ty's toes were visible and squashed flat to the ground. Apparently Dustin had stepped on them and reduced them into nubby little pancakes. His left eye and ear were visible, the ear hanging downwards over more folds of skin and clothing, and his eye nearly bulging out of his head in shock and fear. It rolled around wildly, targeting Dustin for help. A few strands of his hair poked from beneath the washing machine, where the rest of his body was mashed beneath.
"How do I fix you?" Dustin voiced aloud as he stood and began to push at the washer. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Without a better idea, he pulled the heavy machine back over his brother, producing a 'spluuurt' sound before Ty was rolled over into more of a patty.
"Okay, I got the fabric softener." Stephanie waltzed over, past Dustin, and placed the large bottle on the washing machine, thankfully failing to notice the bit of pinkish thing sticking out underneath.
"Come over here and help me with this load, will you?" She asked sweetly. Dustin had no reason to refuse. He followed the girl out the room, shooting one regretful glance back to his ruined sibling.
In their absence, the fabric softener fell from its precarious perch. The top flew off, and a thick, viscous blue fluid slowly seeped from its spout. The liquid traveled its way underneath the washing machine. Nobody was around to hear the muffled gurgles coming from beneath.