Based off a little Invisible Man and VanHelsing. I don't own either so that is my disclaimer. R&R Please!
It was a dreary day in England. Griffin was working diligently on his experiment. He was determined to get it working. It had to work. At this point failure was not an option. Finally, the flask was filled with the right amount of liquid. He wanted more than anything to drink it himself first to see if it worked, but the fumes hadn't gone to his head that much. In an act of desperation he looked out the hole in the wall that was supposed to be a window. Griffin's eye caught a stray, mangy cat roaming the alley outside. After coercing the cat to scale up the boxes that were thrown out his window during a mental block a week ago, he fed the raggedy darling his potion. Nothing happened. Again Griffin resorted to throwing whatever he could. It should have worked! It had to work! After an hour of destruction, Griffin slunk into bed determined to fix the concoction the next day.
The following morning Griffin woke up to the "guinea pig" licking his face. He pushed it away but it kept nudging and dousing him with saliva. He opened his eyes to be greeted with…nothing…nothing at all. Was this possible? It actually worked?
Griffin sprung to his feet and immediately started the same procedure he went through the night before. With a gleam in his eye, Griffin raised his glass to the invisible cat now snoring on his bed. After a quick "cheers" the scientist downed the elixir. Quickly after, the man collided with the ground. He awoke 4 hours later to his landlord pounding on his door. It was rent day again. Furious at the intrusion Griffin stormed to the door and flung the door open. The landlord stood in a stupor. "Griffon? You here boy?" An invisible smirk graced Griffon's face. His landlord was staring straight through him. All of his work paid off.
Only one question lingered. What do you do when the world is blind to your presence?