Actually, this was going to be my last chapter... But no! :D Thanks to all you guys, I have written 6 chapters more!
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If you don't find your idea here, I think you will in one of the next chapters... :)

Day 14 – Fourteenth of April

Arthur turned around and was now facing the biggest monster he had ever seen... It was big, blue and… blobby. Like a big blue blob monster! It looked like it had escaped from Dragon Warrior Monsters, but its size multiplied by fifteen. And by the looks of it, it was ready to attack.

Arthur took his sword (which was a bit useless when you are fighting something that exists from a substance that would just spring back if you stabbed it…) and stood ready to defend himself against anything that might come his way. The monster screeched, a horrible noise, like a huge cat was mewing in his right ear, even though it looked nothing like a cat.

"Do not harm me! I am Prince Arthur, future King of Camelot!", Arthur said, rolling out of the way as the blob monster hopped towards him and missed. "I will not succumb to your blue powers!"
The slime raised his eyebrow, even though he didn't have one.

"Yeah… whatever…" it said and rolled over to Arthur, who just jumped out of the way again.

"You will never catch me! Ha ha ha!", Arthur said heroically and attacked the blob from behind. His sword sliced through the gooey substance easily, but it melted together just as easily again. This wasn't helping a bit, it was just getting his hands and arms covered with the blue slime. It was sticky, and smelt.

A lot.

The monster turned, puffing himself up and increasing his height, towering over Arthur. The prince dropped his sword as he felt the shadow being cast over him, the temperature dropping drastically, making him shiver. He realised too late that the Blob was leaning more and more forward, tipping itself over to squash his opponent. Arthur had no time to jump out op the way this time, although he tried, and felt the cold, blue, wet goo surround his body…

While screaming the lungs out of his chest, Arthur woke up. Sort of, because he couldn't figure out why he was still feeling so cold and wet (he was awake now, right?), and why there was water streaming down his face. He felt his own teeth shatter inside his mouth and brushed a hand through his hair to get himself together again.

His hair… was wet. So was the t-shirt he was sleeping in. And the sheets on his bed. And his pillow. Actually, he couldn't find a thing nearby that wasn't dry! What in the world happened? It had been a dream! Arthur was sure of it; not a chance that he would go around flashing swords and killing big monsters, pretending to be the King of Camelot, now would he? Ha! The thought of it!

Beside all of the wetness he felt, he also noticed something tugging his little toe. But without light, Arthur couldn't quite figure out what it was. So he turned on the lamp that was standing on his nightstand, which happily didn't lit up with fire due to a short circuit. When his eyes were adjusted to the light, he saw that there was a piece of rope attached to his toe. He untied it, followed the string up in the air and noticed that it lead up to the bookshelf above his head. There were books about cars, castles and soccer, but there was also a bucket… Why was there a bucket? And why was the string attached to it? It was lying on its side and Arthur felt droplets of water drip on his forehead, coming out of the bucket.

He knew this was Merlin's work. The boy must have snuck into his room, placed the bucket over his head, attached the string to his foot and was just waiting for Arthur to wake up, so he could laugh until his stomach hurt.

Arthur growled, but was secretly happy that the bucket didn't drop on his head as well. He was just going to change into a dry shirt, clean his sheets and go back to bed. He definitely wasn't going to tell Merlin about it; the boy would be too happy for Arthur's taste…

Not. Going. To. Happen.

Arthur growled again as he got up from his bed, tearing the wet sheets from his body as they were sticking to him. Still groggy from his sleep, he stumbled over to his closet and undressed himself, climbing out of the wet clothes. He got the biggest scare when he opened the door…

His closet was empty. No trousers, no shirts, no socks, no underwear… no nothing! No, wait, there was one piece of clothing. In the dim light, Arthur couldn't make out what it was, but took it anyway. When it unfolded itself due to the gravity, only held by the shoulders…

Oh…

My…

"MERLIN!" Arthur shouted.

There were some stumbling sounds from the other room and Arthur's door opened.

"What?"

Arthur tried to speak, but was lost for words.

"Wha-… Bu-… You…"

"Oh, yeah, your clothes needed some cleaning, so I took them all to the cleaners", Merlin said dryly and turned to walk back to his bedroom. Of course he noticed Arthur was soaked, and he was definitely going to have a laugh in his own room! But in the middle of exiting, he turned again.

"The only thing I could find that wasn't in need of cleaning, was that", he spoke and pointed at the big t-shirt Arthur was holding. Then, he ran back to his room and locked the door behind him.

"This isn't mine", Arthur mumbled, staring at the hideously ugly blue t-shirt in his hands. He couldn't own such a repulsing thing as this! In disgust he dropped it onto the floor and desperately started looking for something to wipe his hands on.

No way was he going to wear this shirt… even if it meant he had to walk the streets naked… He wasn't going to wear a soccer-shirt from 'the Gargoyles'. It probably was the worst team ever, in Arthur's opinion. And it was like writing your own death sentence! Besides… Arthur was a die-hard 'Dragons' fan…

"MERLIN!"

"What?", Merlin stuck his head through the door again.

"This isn't mine!" Arthur said and pointed to the floor.

"It must be, I found it in your closet!"

"That's impossible…", Arthur growled and kicked the shirt towards Merlin. "It is definitely not mine…"

"It is!"

"It is not!"

"It is!"

"T'is not!"

"Is!"

"T'is not!"

"It iiii-hiiis!" Merlin whined.

"So what am I going to wear tomorrow? To work? Hmm?"

"Well… you can pick your clothes up at… errrm… two pm. But you have to do it yourself, I have to go to work all day", Merlin smiled and ran back to his room for the second time, afraid of "Arthur's Wrath"

Arthur was able to bang his head against the wall. He had two options… One; go to work naked (he was sure the girls wouldn't mind. However, his boss wouldn't be so happy) and two; borrow some of Merlin's clothes… Ewwwwwww! The thought made him cringe…

He hated blue.