Amy Clark's room
This room was completely designed for Amy's needs. Everything was made entirely out of flux metal so that she wouldn't melt though anything, especially the floor. The room was fairly simple. It had a mini fridge, a dresser, a desk, a bed and a walk in closet. There was a lab table with beakers, a burner, and anything else she could want in a mini lab.
amy clark's room2 day 1
Amy opened the door quickly and stepped right in. Her mind completely blocked out the fact that Jos was even behind her. She ran and through herself onto her bed, curling up with a flux metal pillow. She knew that she was damned since she didn't know any better.
"Amy..." Joselyn said, standing in the doorway of her room. "I didn't intend to be a complete and utter bitch." She stood there, awkwardly at first, but she didn't want to enter Amy's room without her permission and felt the doorway was the next best thing. "I get defensive. And very very mean."
Amy bit onto the pillow hard at the sound of her voice. Without looking at her, she replied, "Ya think?!"
Joselyn bit her lip, hard, keeping from responding with the first things that came to mind. "I shouldn't have treated you like that, Amy, I'm sorry," she said, quietly, but with meaning behind it. "I really like David, for what it's worth. And I thought you liked Mort equally as much. I guess I was wrong." She paused , pushing her hands into her pockets. "I was in the wrong. I was nervous. Jealous. Out of control. I'm really sorry, Amy."
No matter what she said, it wouldn't change the events that had just taken place. "I didn't even know that it was..." Amy admitted, sinking her head lower into her shoulders. "David was just so nice and caring towards me, I couldn't help but like him. But I didn't act on it! You kiss him and he is fine! He finds out that I have a LITTLE crush and completely makes me look and feel like a jackass." she cursed.
"Whoah, he had no fault in this," Joselyn said. "It was me pulling the strings. If you're going to hate anybody, hate me. Not David." She stopped, biting her lip again. Maybe that was too harsh she thought, but then dismissed it. "Listen, I'll be back. I need to talk to David." And with that she returned to the main entrance hall, shutting Amy's door behind her.
"Great...go back to your man." Amy said after she was already gone, "That makes me fell a WHOLE lot better." Tears streamed down her face and onto her bed. She was worried about Mort and what he was doing....think
ing now. He was such a nice guy, but if only he wasn't so creepily possessive over her. Amy was too upset to think deeply right now. She sat up on the bed and whipped away her tears. It's not like I was going to make a damn move on David or anything. She could've just took me aside and told me flat out instead of creating all this! She sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over somewhat. Taking off her gloves, Amy looked long and hard at her bare, acidic hands. They were transparent and wet. "Screw them....all of them." she cussed with watery eyes.
Nearly fifteen minutes went by and Amy knew that she wasn't coming back. Being a woman of science, she knew that she had to take her energy out on something productive. Walking over to the lab table, she set up her chemicals and started to mix them quickly and angrily. Finally she dumped some of it on her arm. It sizzled and dissipated. "Damn..." She started mixing again. She tried the same thing, but the same result occurred. She cursed and walked over to her window. She looked to where she had left Mort, he wasn't there anymore. Amy figured as much. Jos was a bitch and to David, she was a fool. What could Mort be thinking? She moved out out of the window and looked down at the ground, it was high up. Simply not caring anymore, she left off, landing messily.
Amy and Mort walked in. She set her bottle on her working area and turned around, "You know, we don't have to do this right now."
Mort shrugged "I know. Is there something else you'd rather do?" he said, going over to the chemistry set and peering at the bottle labels.
"Umm...not sure." Amy shrugged, squinting, "Gosh...you blend in so easily."
"Hmmm?" Mort said, looking down at himself. He frowned, realsiing he wasn't there. He shook his head quickly and looked down again, concentrating. He finally realised that he was the same colour as the room. Grinning, he had an idea. He crouched down and darted off to the side, hoping Amy wouldn't be able to spot him doing it.
"Oh come on, Mortimer.....thats not fair." Amy replied when he vanished.
Mort chuckled as he poked her side, running off again "This is fun" he said "Maybe I'll hide here more."
"Hey!" Amy squirmed a little, "No...you won't."
Mort laughed as he scampered over and poked her other side before dodging away again "Polo" he said, grinning.
"I'm not amused." Amy cocked her head back.
"Awwwww" Mort said right in her ear "Comeon, try and find me."
She smiled, "Fine." Turning towards him, she waved her arms, trying to hit him....wherever he was.
"Polo" Mort called from the other side of the room before scampering off again.
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Amy smirked and went over to her work table, "Oh no...whatever will I do?"
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Mort shifted his feet slightly "Umm... what are you doing Amy?" he asked.
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Amy she pulled out a flashlight and shinned it to the room. Mort casted a shadow onto the wall. "Gotcha."
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"Hey.." Mort said. He was standing over by the bed and pouting "Cheat..."
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Amy smiled, "Improvising..."
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Mort walked forward and hugged her gently "Ok, you win. now what?"
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"Umm....you hungry?" Amy asked, "Well I know you don't eat but....what else does one say in this position?"
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"How about..." mort said, then sighed "I dont know. If only they had that danger room back up."
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"Danger Room? Ohh...the practice room thing?" Amy asked. "I imagine that I wouldn't have to do much to fight anyone. Just kind of...stand there naked."
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Mort blushed slightly and let out a nervous laugh "Well, as I said before you'd have to worry about psychic attack so they might put you against the headmaster."
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"The who?" Amy asked.
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"Headmistress I mean" Mort said "The psychic one..."
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"Eh...whatever." Amy shrugged. She was sort of in a down mood today.
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Mort stared at Amy, then sighed and hugged her "Amy..." he said, giving her a small squeeze "How about we just sit up here and talk?"
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"Sure." Amy went over and sat on her bed, patting the bed next to her, "Sit."
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Mort stared at the bed like it was going to bite him before sitting down slowly. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked.
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"Your the one that offered." Amy fell back onto her back with her head rested in her hands.
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Mort sighed, he'd dreaded this. "Ok, what do you want to know about me?"
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"Umm....ever have a girlfriend before?" Amy asked.
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Mort almost laughed "No, never. What girl would want me?"
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"Well...what makes me so strange then? What I mean is-I like you, why wouldn't anyone else?" Amy explained.
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Mort blushed, realizing what he had said "Well... I dont know" he admitted "The people at the orphanage all hated me and I kept falling to pieces when I was on the streets."
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"Oh...well that kinda blows." Amy said, still laying back on the bed, now with her eyes closed.
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Mort looked down at her and blushed brighter, wishing she'd sit up he said "Well what about you? You said you had a boyfriend."
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"Three actually." Amy said. "They were all ok...nothing real serious."
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"What.. happened to them?" Mort asked tentavily, dreading that this brought up bad memories.
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"One never listened, one cheated and the other lost interest." Amy said with no emotion.
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Mort nodded, at least she hadn't accidentally killed them "At least none left because you're a mutant" he said.
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"None of them knew." Amy elaborated, still with her eyes closed.
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Mort sighed and lay down beside her "I'm on a girls bed alone and what's even better, both of us are glad I'm here, yet I still cant think of a thing to do but talk and cuddle... Am I screwed up or am I the perfect man I'm never sure..."
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Amy opened one eye and turned it to him, "What were you expecting to do...alone on a girl's bed?" she asked with a raised brow.
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"Admittedly, I'd never beleived I could get on a girl's bed" Mort said, staring at the ceiling "Well, once I did but that was because I mixed up the rooms in the orphanage and that got me a book to the back of the head."
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"I think I would've done the same." Amy smiled and closed her eyes again.
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"Yeah, but now you'll just steal my skull and experiment with it instead" Mort said, streaching and cracking his back gently.
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"Your so mean to me..." Amy pouted sarcastically.
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"Yeah, I'm sorry for kicking your legs out and curling you up into a ball" Mort said before putting a finger on his lips "no, wait! That was you!"
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Amy giggled, "You couldn't tell that I was flirting?"
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"I'm very bad at that sort of thing" Mort mumbled, staring at his hands.
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"That's fine." Amy stretched on the bed and unzipped her suit to her collar bone, allowing her head and hair to sway freely.
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Mort stared up at her for a second before throwing his arms into the air and calling out "Nothing! Only thought 'it must be tight in that suit'" He grabbed one of her metal like pillows and shoved it over his face.
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Amy looked at him oddly, "Excuse me?" She wasn't sure when he meant.
"heh.. nevermind" Mort said, dropping his arms to his side.
Amy was still a little lost, "It's....a bit snug?" She laide back down on the bed, next to him.
Mort sighed gently "It's just... never mind" he said, turning over and staring at her.
"Alright?" Amy said. She didn't notice him turn to her because her eyes are closed.
Mort cocked his head as he stared at Amy "Tired?" he asked "Or bored?"
"Just a little exhausted is all. It's been a busy day so far at it's not even close to being done yet." Amy opened her eyes and turned her head, looking at him.
Mort smiled at her "It's going to be alright" he said "Nothing else can go bad today." He frowned slowly and sighed "I just had to say it..."
"Yea." Amy shook her head a little, "No more sad talk."
Mort grinned and rolled over to her, hugging her gently "Ok" he said "No more sad talk."
Amy accepted the hug, although he was a little big touchy-feely so soon.
Mort sighed and let her go, laying on the bed next to her "Im sorry" he said "I.. Know I'm a bit clingy."
"It's ok....but it's just so soon, you know?" Amy told him honestly, "I mean, we did jump into a relationship pretty soon too."
Mort sighed "Yes, I know" he said "I get clingy at times."
Amy made a wincing face, "Sorry."
Mort shook his head "No, it's ok." he said "I deserve to know when I get too much to handel."
"I'm glad your taking it so well." Amy kissed his forehead and laid back down.
Mort blushed and sighed "I'm trying to deal things in a better way than beating my head against the floor again and again" he admitted.
"Good. Very good!" Amy smiled, giggling a bit at remembering how funny it looked.
Mort sighed, it was hard to break that habit when you dont feel the pain and your girlfriend thinks it's cute. Bet if she does somehow get me to feel it turns out she's a secret sadist he thought.
Amy rolled over, closer to him and laid on her stomach and held herself up with her elbows, "Come on...I'm going to fall asleep if I stay on my bed." The zipper on her suit went down a few notched, revealing her pumped cleavage more.
Mort couldn't help but stare at her clevage, even though she was a blob and his mind was cleaner than the Pope's from not having any skin, he still couldn't help but stare "Ummm.. w-what do you want to do?" he stammered, staring at the ceiling quickly.
"We could try to give you nerves?" Amy offered, "But that's more of a thing that I should do on my own. It's gonna be a lot of trial and error."
"But dont you need me to be there for that?" Mort asked, then frowned and looked around at himself "Have you stolen something?"
Amy smiled, "You have a good point and no- I didn't take anything." She poked his rib, "Silly."
Mort let out a little sigh and stretched his back "Good... but if you do steal anything be sure not to loose it."
"Come on." Amy jumped up, her breasts bouncing a little. "Let's get working,....even just a little."
Mort blushed brighter, now that he had looked once he couldn't keep his eyes off Amy. He got up anyway, walking over to the desk quickly.
Amy bent down and opened her cabinet, taking out several bottles of chemicals. She stopped and looked at them all. "Hmm..."
"How about we try and get you human?" Mort said, picking up the bottle that Beast had given to them "It'll be a start."
"What about you? I think getting you to feel is more important then me looking good." Amy told him, "You have suffered longer then I have."
"So I'm more used to it" Mort said, waving the bottle gently "Come on, I want you better first. I have to stop with the whole 'hitting my head on the floor' thing completely first."
"Ok ok...Let's see here." Amy opened the bottle of powder. Being very careful, she scooped some out with her spoon and placed it in a beaker. After looking through her bottles, she grabbed one and poured a little bit into the same beaker. It smoked and fizzed a little.
Mort grinned at her as he watched the beaker as well "Just make sure you take a little sample OFF you before you add this stuff. I dont want you to suddenly gain a little skin that feel the rest of you burn it away."
"Don't worry." Amy said, picking up the beaker, "I'm immune." She dumped it over her forearm. It hissed and fizzed loudly.
Mort couldn't help but twitch slightly as he watched her skin bubble and pop. "Doesn't that hurt?" he asked.
"More of an annoying tingle." Amy told him. The fizzing stopped with no result. She wrote something down in a notebook and began mixing again.
Mort leaned on his hands and watched her, wandering if he was allowed to touch anything.
Amy noticed, "Don't worry....it's fine. I warned you that it would be boring." After mixing several items, she dumped it on her arm once more. She winced, "Oww....jeez!" Amy grabbed her arm, "It hurts..."
Mort took in a sharp breath and resisted the urge to grab her arm as well "Im guessing turning you human wont be too pleasent then.."
Amy released her arm, it had solidified. "WHAT THE?!"
Mort reached forward and poked Amy's arm gently. He noticed how it took longer for his finger to slide inside "Is that a good thing?" he asked finally.
"Yes....it's a good base." Amy's arm reverted to it's liquid state. She wrote some things down and kept on experimenting.
Mort stared at her notes, picking up two jars and a flask. He kept checking the notes as he began to mix the two, putting one back and replacing it with another quickly. He stared at the flask, wandering if it was going to fizz or explode. Shrugging he handed it to Amy "Try this.."
"Ok..." Amy took it and dumped in on her forearm.
Mort yelled in surprise as a white light exploded out from the arm, Amy feeling a sharp pain shooting up her arm before going threw her feet into the ground.
"AH! SHIT!" Amy winced, huddling a bit in pain.
Mort blinked away the white and blue spots infront of his eyes as he gazed at her arm. "Wow" he said, running a hand over it slowly. It was very raw and wasn't exactly human but it had the definate shape of a normal arm. You could even see her fingerprints.
"What did you do?!" Amy asked loudly.
"Ummm... ummm..." Mort said, flapping his hands madly "I... I dunno. I cant remember. I think there was something like Frankium in there."
Amy took the bottles with unclosed lids and dumped them into a vile. "I assume those were it." She then dumped a large amount of the base into it aswell.
Mort scratched his head, embarrassed "I only did it from your notes really. I noticed how these two and these two" he pointed to two separate lines "Worked well but when you used one of the ingredients away and put in into another mix it didn't work. I noticed that one of those worked with that and made it stronger so... I dunno"
Amy grabbed his skull and kissed him firmly, although he probably couldn't tell. "We've made a breakthrough already!"
Mort stared at her, his glowing orbs wide. When she stopped kissing him he just stared, blushing brightly and trying not to faint again.
Her boobs bounced a bit when she let go. She smiled at his reaction and wrote some things down on her notepad. "We need some of this to sustain it....some of this...this...maybe this..."
Slowly Mort's head slipped sideways off his pine, making a small clatter noise as it hit the floor. She thought HE was touchy feely at times?
Amy turned and bent down, "Oh come on, Mortimer...keep it together for me, please?" she smiled and picked his skull up, attaching it with a snap to his spine. "DNA! I need some of my old DNA!" She ran to her closet and dug into it.
Mort nodded slowly and stood up, holding his skull in place with his hands because he didn't trust himself entirely just yet. "Ummmmm, alright" he said "Use it sparsely though, in case something goes wrong." he was getting slightly nervous now.
Amy came out from the closet, holding an old brush of hers. "Don't worry, all I need is one hair." She used a tweezers and pulled out one brown strand from the brush and put it into the jar, making it dissolve instantly.
"Nice colour" Mort said, leaning on his hand as he watched it dissolve "Will this make you human again or will we need bigger quantities."
"Well I do have my humanoid DNA in my body, the hair simply brings it out of my mutated DNA. I can't say what will happen." Amy said, looking at the vial. With a deep breath and drank it quickly.
Mort cocked his head again, this time it went comepletely at ninety degrees and almost fell off his spine. He should really stop that "Do you feel anything different?" he said "I mean, I wouldn't expect huge changes already."
"Because the chemical was such a severe basic solution, there should be a chemical reaction almost instantly. I should neutralize.....I hope..." Amy suddenly felt a twisting and turning pain in her gut. She grabbed her stomach tightly, "Unzip me..." she uttered between grit teeth.
Mort began to unzip her carefuly, his hand shaking slightly as he tried to calm down. "Comeon" he muttered under his breath "This has gotta work."
When her suit fell to the floor, one could see veins and organs forming. Amy's knees were about to give out. She grabbed onto Mort for support. "This...hurts...."
Mort took her arm and helped her be supported, he wasn't bothered by the sight of her organs and veins forming so he had no problems wrapping an arm around her chest to hold her up "It'll stop" he said, looking into her eyes as her brain began to become visible.
Amy's bones started to mold together and calcify around the organs. She managed to get to her feet, but was hunched over in agony.
Mort picked her up in his arms carefully, moving over to the bed and laying her down. He hoped this was the last transformation, he'd hate for her to go threw something worse than this.
The parts of Amy that was still acid, fizzled and smoked a bit. Muscles formed on and between her bones. She grit her now visible teeth in pain.
"Jeese.." Mort said again. More and more drama was happening today and it wasn't even lunch yet, god knows what'll happen by tomorrow.
Amy couldn't take the pain anymore and her body was under a lot of stress. She passed out. Skin took place of the acid. It started at her toes and moved up, almost like a sheet. It went up her legs, torso, and upper body, forming her belly button and breasts. Her skin formed all down her arms and hands. Lastly the skin formed on her face, showing the appearance of freckles. Hair almost poured out of her head and formed lovely brown curls.
Mort stared at her, gently prodding at her stomach to check if she was indeed human again. After a second he grinned widely, then suddenly blushed brightly and his eyes winked out. Walking away from the bed and feeling the wall. He turned to the wall, opened his eyes again and began to edge towards the window. Staring out he began to dance uncontrollably, yelling at the top of his voice which was incredibly loud since he didn't have the limitations of vocal chords "SHE'S HUMAN AGAIN!" he screamed.
Amy was still passed out, naked on her bed.
Mort turned round, took a deep breath, then blushed madly. Walking over to the cupboard he grabbed a large sheet from it and threw it over her, she didn't want anyone exploding in while she was naked.
Amy coughed a little and opened her eyes.
Mort waved at her shyly, staring at her head and making sure ONLY her head "Morning" he said weakly.
Amy blinked at him and brought her hands in front of her face. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Amy instantly sat up, the sheet fell off of her upper body, but her arms hid anything inappropriate. She looked up at him with crying eyes. "I'm human..."
Mort had clapped his hands over his eye sockets as soon as she'd sat up anyway, grinning widely "I know" he said excitedly "And by now so must everyone else..."
Amy noticed that he was covering his eyes. The thought of being naked as a human was way different then her being naked as an acid girl. She looked down at her naked body. "Ohmygosh!" she covered her breasts and hid under the sheet. Amy couldn't help but smile at the feeling of her skin on skin.
"Have you got any... normal clothes?" Mort said before quickly adding "I didn't look or anything I swear I closed my eyes before I did..."
"I know you saw. You had to of." Amy told him. She wrapped the sheet around her like a toga and crawled to the other end of the bed. She pointed to the suit on the floor, "All I have is that and my lab jacket."
Mort moved over to the cupboard again carefully, reaching inside and tossing the lab jacket at her "Ok, I might have seen something for a second. Not like I could have done anything anyway."
Amy grabbed the jacket and went under the sheet for a moment. When she came out, she was wearing it. She went over to the side of the bed and dangled her feet off. Planting them, she rose but fell instantly to the ground. "Oh no...my muscles.."
Mort heard her hit the ground and immediately turned around, going to her side and pulling her to her feet slowly "What's wrong? Your muscles are still there, I saw them... I guess you're a bit weak."
She got to her hands and knees. Planting her feet again, she grabbed onto Mort. "Yea...I haven't used them because they were temporarily gone." Amy explained. Actually feeling Mort's bones was a lot different then not going through them.
Mort stroked her back gently, staring down at her "I guess you'll have to go into some recuperation program" He sighed "Out of the pan into the fire I'm afraid."
"This room is so....cold." Amy said. She was nearly nude and standing barefoot on a metal floor.
"It's made of metal Amy" Mort said "Maybe I should make you some clothes.."
"I would really appreciate that. Could we go in your room, please?" Amy asked.
Mort nodded and picked her up into his arms. He was just the other side of the hall but it would take ages for Amy to crawl over there. "Comeon" he said, walking into his room.
Stumble!