My Jelly Boyfriend

by pmcapture

Science is important. It envelops our knowledge of our world around us, and even what lies beyond the realm of our atmosphere. However, it can also fulfill...practical desires. This is the story of how scientists finally artificially created a conscious being for the first time in history, answering every last question about ourselves. The conscious being escapes to find its love

47. Second Thoughts

Chapter 47 - Second Thoughts

During my hours of sleep, I had yet another bizarre dream. At first, I placed in the middle of a desert. The sands of this area extended for infinity, seemingly endless as the sun cast its rays down onto the landscape. I felt that the only appropriate thing to do was walk. Walk and walk and walk. It didn't matter where, I just needed to walk out of this desert, if that was possible.

As time dragged on, my memories began to fade, even though it's supposed to work the other way around. It was obvious something else was playing with my mind. I began to slow my pacing as I walked, before I had to resort to crawling. As I stuggled to move through the sand, my vision began to blur. Up to this point, I hadn't seen anything but sand, the sky, the sun, and maybe some heat waves. However, I saw something eerily familiar:

There was a tall, white figure, dressed in pink, standing in the desert. I desperately tried to yell at it so it could give me water, but it was too far away to hear me. I stopped crawling to watch what the mysterious figure was doing. It seemed to be wearing a wedding gown. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see yet another figure that really screwed with me.

It was bright green, which stood out from the orange color of the desert. I wiped my eyes as I tried to see what it was. It was only then that I realized that this figure was a tall bunny, just like Barry and Ella. It seemed to have some sort of marking across its face. It didn't seem to resemble any sort of pattern, almost as if it was a scar of some sort. It was walking towards the white figure, before eventually meeting 20 feet in front of me.

When they met, instead of holding hands or hugging, or doing something normal like that, they looked directly at me. Really deeply into my eyes. Then, the desert wind began picking up. More and more wind was created in milliseconds, first starting to kick some sand into the air, until gradually increasing speed and fierceness, eventually picking me up with the wind as well.

I immediately woke up, sitting up in my bed, gasping for air as I struggled to ask myself what it all meant. For a couple of seconds, I couldn't see, hear, or smell anything else. I could only think of how dry it was, how hot it was, and how overall terrible it was. Something was definitely having a major influence on me.

When my eyesight eventually came back, I saw that I was sitting up in my bed, with the sun shining in my eyes as I had left the curtains open. I rubbed my forehead with my left hand, because A: I had a gigantic headache, and B: The sun was in my eyes. I mumbled to myself, "What the hell happened last night?" I noticed that my back didn't quite feel right, so I reached behind my back to find that it was sort of... sticky. Also, my mouth tasted like... a day old supply of banana milk...

Almost instantly, I pulled the covers off of myself, looking at my completely naked body. Oh god, did I do it with my Jelly Boyfriend again?, I thought to myself. I slowly looked over at the bed, expecting for either my jelly boyfriend to be completely alone, or for him to be gone, making breakfast in the kitchen again. My eyes must have widened to three times normal diameter when I realized what had happened.

In the bed next to me was Barry, sleeping quite comfortably as he nuzzled next to my jelly boyfriend. He was also butt-ass naked, rubbing against my jelly boyfriend. Oh fuck, I thought to myself, facepalming at myself. What the hell was I thinking?! I again reached behind my back to see what was on there anyway.

I brought some fluid to my face, to get a closer look. It was bright blue, just a pinch lighter than Barry's overall skin tone. Quickly, yet cautiously, I stuck my finger into my mouth, to get the taste of it. Banana Milk. I brought my eyes over to Barry, who was clearly completely okay having gay sex with me when I clearly wasn't in the right state of mind. I was about to say something to him, before I heard a noise coming from the front door.

Ella began to get up off of the floor, waking from her passing out. What... Where am I?, she asked.