I don't remember my bed being so soft or my air conditioner giving off such a pleasant, cooling sensation; including mourning dew scent. This is by far the most pleasant morning I have ever awoken to and I plan on enjoying every minute of it. Breath in, breath out, breath in, awwwwww.

A thought struck me, and I bit my lip to suppress a growl. Jack would more than likely ruin this moment by dragging me out of bed for a "nice" good morning hello. Mom was a possibility, it was a school day and it wouldn't be the first time she came to wake me. I hope dearly that it's Mom and not Jack the Neanderthal, or Melissa just because she felt crueler than usual today.

I felt a bit of a shake on my arm. THANK GOD, it must be Mom. I felt another shake and I tried to rise but a sudden heaviness weighed me down. Wh-what was she doing! The rip of fabric tore through the air and painful scratches ripped my shoulders. My Mother would never do this! Nor had my siblings had gone as far as actually attempting to physically harm me (on purpose).

The only other person I can think of is…..Dad.

SHIT, he's gotta still be angrier than a bull that found out it's about to get neutered! HE'S ACTUALLY GONNA A KILL ME!

I pushed up quickly and started swatting him away, screaming like a girl all the while (of that I'm not proud of). Dad screeched in surprise-wait, screeched?

I opened my eyes to look at what was attacking me, fighting off the intense burn of the suns rays, to find it was a hawk. Why in the fuck is there a bird in my house? A huge one at that!

Still swinging my arms, I continued my assault in scarring away the bird of prey. After a few more screeches and finger biting attempts, the damn thing finally flew away.

"Yeah, get out'a here you damn overgrown chicken!"

I tried leveling my breathing, clutching my chest while panting madly like a dog in the sun. who knew fighting off birds could take so much out of ya? After I felt my heart rate slow down a new sensation came up, not a great one either.

It felt like my head was sqeezing in a vice and going on a merry-go-round at the same time. A party was going on in my mouth withg all the partiers throwing up. My stomach felt like it was being clenched and twisted like Plato in a toddlers hands as if he was some twisted scientist. So I decided to act in this situation like any normal, sane human being would do to deal with these horrifically, awful sensations.

I puked, or at least attempted too.

Turning over, I felt the pressure trying to force out my bile but there was none. I couldn't remember eating anything recently besides that shitty banana, so all that came out were painful dry heaves. My god, this felt awful and listening to my own disgusting noises made me feel sicker. I clutched my throat and hoped this would stop soon.

After a while it did and I was eternally grateful that my own body decided to go easy on me. When I began to actually focus I could tell I was looking at grass instead of my own carpeted floor. At least I'm outside, I could only imagine how hard it would be to scrub bile out of carpet fiber if I did throw up.

I looked around slowly, going too fast would only make my head feel worse, and I noticed that instead of my room I was in a forest. Wha? What happened? WHERE AM I?

I clutched my head in pain. Wow, great, I cant even yell in my own head and not suffer a severe migraine. This day is already shit. I don't know where I am or what happened, I'm sicker than a dead dog, and now something's happening to my left arm. I don't think this day could get any wor-….

"AAHHHHHHHHHHH," what the hell is with my arm!

I could barely even feel it! It was a messy glob of dark grey gunk, and I could barely make out what was suppose to be my arm! I could actually feel my brain clench in pain, but fuck that! LOOK AT MY ARM!

I think I'm having a heart attack, I'm not even out of my teens and I'm having a heart attack! I gotta calm down, maybe there was a freak accident, yeah. All I have to do is stay calm and walk to a hospital and they can make me all better, yeah. They're always making ground shattering discoveries in medicine so they have to be able to fix this, right?

My cranium throbbed even harder, my own brain felt like it decided to mutiny against me. I wouldn't be surprised if it actually happened, I abused feeding eat anything practical like math or science; instead I just give it eye burning videogames and old anime. I clutched it with my right hand, just gotta stay calm.

My fingers sunk into my head.

Breathing erratically, I moved my hand around to inspect the anomaly and prayed to any and all holy that this wasn't happening. My hand absorbed into my scalp, I can just imagine my fingers touching my brain and feeling a sticky gunk, reminding me of a haunted house prop of cold spaghetti noodles and Ragu sauce.

My skin crawled in disgust and I felt myself shake erratically, spasms so bad that I actually thought I could hear my skeleton rattle. I pulled my hand out with a sick 'shlop' and just started walking, no where in particular just….walking.

Every step made my body shake worse, if I was a piece of glass I would've shattered by now. I'm gunna be alright, Just walk, just walk, left, right, left, right. I know I'm only rambling but It somehow helped keep me focused away from my grotesquely morphed features.

My leg began to give way, and I actually hoped it was severely injured and not transforming into a sick glob of goo. Looking down, instead of blood soaked pants like I hoped, more grey shit leaked out my pants leg. I saw it coming, but I hoped it didn't happen anyway.

I'm gunna die here aren't I? Just drop into a pile of sludge like Muk from Pokemon, but instead of continuing to live happily as a pile of septic sewage to someday be caught by a happy-go-lucky trainer, I die. But why? How did this come to be? Meeting the end of my life before I actually tried to make something of myself? It couldn't, please no, it cant end like this!

Children's laughter rang loudly like an angel's beautiful bell of mercy. People! If there was children then their parents couldn't be far. They could call an ambulance and get me to a hospital! I can live, thank dear tap-dancing Christ, I can live!

I limped as fast as I could, arms wind milling sporadically in attempts to keep myself from falling. I tried to yell 'help', but my speech was partially garbled from my melting features. I heard yelling, a mother possibly scolding her child. They must not have heard me so I'll need to be louder.

"Healrp!" wow, I sound terrible. But their own yelling stopped abruptly, I must've been heard! I called out again, but tripped over some roots and fell through the brush. I swung my arm in attempt to grab something to catch myself and I succeeded.

A woman screamed in fright and I felt myself shoved away roughly. I tried to stop myself and only was able to land on my knees. Wha-what's her problem? I need help and she pushes me away?

Looking up I see a woman and what I suspect are her kids, bunch of ugly little trolls if you ask me but who am I to be picky in choosing my saviors. I raised my hand forward in hope they'd understand the gesture, "Healrp…meeh"

If anything, they all looked like they were breathing more irregularly than I was, like they were scared. Even there faces were screwed up in a way I only imagined a professional actor could depict fear as. Th-they were afraid of me? Why? I couldn't be that grotesque, could I?

I was gunna get up, tell her that I wasn't going to hurt her, that I need help. She screamed, so loud in fact I swear I could hear all my hopes of rescue shatter like a wine glass in a opera house. She grabbed her children and ran faster than I thought her capable. I cried out "No, please help me!" but all that secreted out of my bastardized grammar was a slur of bubbly garble.

My lungs fluctuated madly in terror. Was I going to die now? What if she brings the police and I'm shot on site because I look like some B-movie monster? What about my family? Sure, my siblings are selfish torturers, and my parents ignore me, but there had to be some type of hope that I'd see them again and we could at least try to be a better family!

I could feel myself passing out again. All my worries coming down as a guillotine blow as if to end my existence. The last thing I saw was a girl clutching a book and I was out like a light.

I feel so…weak.

I could feel a constant pressure holding me down and my body soaked in water. A breeze flew through, cutting threw my skin in a icy chill that made me shudder.

A male voice broke the silence, "Hand me the blanket, he's starting to get cold."

Confusion wracked my brain of the voices owner before a fabric fell over my form, but it did little to stop the chill of my bones. I tried to rise but a hand pressed down on my chest.

"Slow down, we don't need you pushing yourself too hard now." I ignored him and pushed myself up gruelingly slow, the pressure in my chest and limbs never faltering. I opened my eyes and the man I saw was the weirdest looking human being I have ever seen. His hair was shaped as a clover, including the beard and it was a weird shade of green. That couldn't have been a natural color.

I must have spaced out while staring at him because he started snapping his fingers in my face.

"You still there?" he looked at me expectantly.

"Y-yeah, I'm good," I tried showing him that I was alright by attempting to stand, attempting being the keyword. I stumbled more than a new born giraffe, wobbling and tripping over my own feet as I tried to gain some form of balance. I almost fell on my ass when two hands caught me.

I gave a relieved sigh, "thanks for that, I don't now what's gone into-" I felt the hands leave my back and I turned around to see no one there,"….me."

The old, clover hairdud man gave cough, gaining my quick attention. That last thing I was ready for was to see a small, blue eyed face in my own face when I turned.

"AAhh!" I fell on my ass despite the efforts to stop just that from happening.

She stood atop a stump and was young, wearing only a simple purple dress and shoes, black hair flowing over her shoulders. Her skin held a rich tan, natural or not I don't know, and cluched a large yellow book to her chest. Her face was stoic and eyes a pair of piercing daggers; seeming to analyze every little twitch and breath I made…..creepy.

"You need to stay calm and keep it slow, try to keep your emotions and mind calm and clear," the old man said slowly. "It's only a matter of time before that seawater dries off.

Confusion filled me, and I stopped my staring match with the child to instead looked at the Clover-headed man, "what are you talking about? You make it sound like I'm gunna go catatonic or some….thing."

"WAIT! I was melting!" I quickly clutched my head, staring at my hands and doing a full body check. So far everything checked out. No melting face, no oozing grey globs of goop piling out of my leg, and my arm was completely intact.

I tried to even my breathing and clutched my head in dismay, "I must be going insane."

I ignored the staring ebony haired girl and old man, preferring to mutter to my self. It wasn't natural, I couldn't be sleeping because the fucking bird made sure of that. I could've been drugged, hallucinating through that whole event, but if that was true than where the hell am I?

The old man seemed to worry over my mental state and gripped my shoulder reassuringly, "just calm down, this is much simpler than you think."

I felt hope, if this wasn't serious than other people must've had this happen to them and had been cured. I could probably just take a pill or something and keep my insane mind in check so I don't think I'm transforming into some toony, Scooby-doo monster.

"Must've accidentally eaten a Devil Fruit is all," he mad it sound like the simplest thing in the world.

I felt my brain go numb and shutdown to immediately start up again as I registered his words. Devil Fruit? Like off the anime One Piece?

I couldn't contain myself, "HAHAHAHAHA, you mea-HA! Like off the-BFFFFF-HAHAHA!"

I held my sides, continuing to life like a mad man. The two of them gave me a worried glance as I continued laughing at the absurdity of the guy's proclamation. This man has to be a loon, I needed to find someone that could really help me. Through all that laughter that uncomfortable pressurized feeling slowly faded away and I felt better already.

I put my hand over my mouth in hopes to suppress my little bout of madness into giggles. But there was a problem, my hand was no more and in it's place was the grey slime.

"AAAHHHH! It's happening again! What do I do! What do I DO!" I screamed.

I was instantly surrounded by them and the old man held my shoulders and kept me from rising. "I told you, you need to calm down."

How the hell was that going to help! I'm going to be facing death all over again! I shoved the insane man off me and began to rise to make another run for civilization like I last planned. But I was stopped, pushed down by the child and she kept her hands tightly clamped in my shoulder blades.

It was the first time I heard her talk since seeing her, "please listen to Professor Clover, he knows what he's doing." her voice was light and small, but held a undertone of will only a woman could pull off. She wasn't asking me, she was commanding me to. I didn't think I could here such a tone from a child.

She baffled me enough for this 'Professor Clover' to get up and hold me down again. "Now look, look at your hand. You see how it has ceased it formation into a jell like state?"

I did and I was surprised to see that it had, it even showed what could possibly be my fingers. "It has stopped because you are actually focusing now. This powers will come to you naturally as you learn of its use. Soon, I bet, you'll be able to control it to the point you don't have to concentrate to keep you from falling apart into a gelatinous blob."

I barely felt them relinquish there hold on me, I was too entranced by this discovery. If this was possible….then I really must be in….One Piece.

An unknown voice pierced the air, "GET OUT'A HERE BEAST!"

All three of us look up to see a farmer's market onslaught of vegetables fly our way. I felt my eyes expanded tremendously in shock and for one moment of stupidity that I knew wasn't out of place in my personality, I imagined about cutting with kitchen knives like some sort of super chef. At least my personality didn't change with my body.

I swung my hand up to block the garden onslaught to feel only a small splatter of juice and screams of surprise and terror. Opening my eyes, I was surrounded by hundreds of diced shreds of vegetables. My hand felt ominously different and glancing at it I gasped; now instead of fingers I had long, serrated edged blades, flexing and bending like a normal hand could.

Everyone stared at me and I could only stare back stupidly, still sitting on my ass like an idiot.

A/N: sorry for taking so long and only putting one chapter, stuff happened.