Chapter XXXII: His Name Is PlopsA Chapter by Scorpious AlphaChapter XXXII: His Name Is Plops Ballester finishes another day of training and heads to the lab. “This is crazy, I never thought I’d ever train for this.” He tells Serge. “Are you excited?” “Hell yeah!” “Once you’re done training, you’re going to have to train the others.” “Aw, do I really have to?” “You’re in charge, so yes.” “Fine, but I want an assload of blunts to bring with me.” “No problem, dude.” “Sweet.” “But that’s it, nothing harder, I need you as focused as you can be.” “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” “How’s detox going?” “Effortless, must be the immortality, helps me stay resistant.” “Must have affected your immune system.” “Yeah, I had no drugs when I was pinned against the wall, and I suffered no withdrawal symptoms.” “Interesting...” There’s a buzz over the intercom. “What’s up, Chimmy?” “There’s a...thing here to see you.” Chimmy says. “A thing?” “Yeah, it’s a grey blob.” “A grey blob?” “Yeah, what should I do?” “Just let it in.” “Alright.” Half an hour later, a grey blob, slapping itself across the floor, makes its way into the lab. Serge looks down at it. “Can I help you?” “Master, you created me.” The blob says. “How?” Serge asks. “I was born in your lake.” "Are you part fish or something?” “I don’t know." “What do you mean, you don’t know?" “I was just born.” “Do you need to stay wet? You look like you’re getting a little dry, there.” “Yes, please.” Serge puts him in a fish tank. “So, what’s your name?” “Name?" “Yeah, what do I call you?” “I don’t know." “Well then, I’ll just call you Plops." “Yay, I’m Plops!” “I need to study you, see what you’re made of.” “Okay." “Weird looking thing, isn’t it?” Ballester asks. “Yeah, I can’t wait to study it.” “What do you plan to do with it?” “I don’t know yet, depends on its abilities.” “I’m right here, I can hear everything you’re saying.” Plops says. “Fine, what’s your ability?” “I don’t know.” “What do you eat?” “Whatever was in the lake. I started off way smaller than this.” “Ballester, take this bucket, and scoop some goop out of the lake.” Ballester leaves and comes back. “This s**t stinks.” Ballester says. Serge pours the bucket inside the tank, and as Plops eats, he gets slightly bigger and bigger. After he finishes, he ends up half the size of the tank. Serge puts more water in to replace what was eaten. “Can you shoot globs of yourself?” Serge asks. “I don’t know.” Plops says. “Well, try.” Plops waves his flippers, but nothing happens. “Hmm, keep trying different things, let me know if you come up with something. Meanwhile, I’m just gonna scoop some of you to analyze.” Serge scrapes a small chunk off of Plops. “Did that hurt?” “Did what hurt?” “Never mind.” Serge looks at the chunk under a microscope. “Wow, this is amazing!” “What?” Ballester asks. “Plops is a composite made up of all of the DNA that went through the Grinder.” “So it’s what, a combination of Galaxian, human, and Scott?” “Precisely, combined with the irradiated bacteria in the lake.” “I’m a guy, you know.” Plops says, as he goes on his back and shows off a tiny penis. “Huh, who would have known? Are there others like you?” “I didn’t see any in my time in the lake.” “Well, I’ll keep an eye out for ya, maybe there will be a lady Plops for you to mate with and make more Plops.” “That sounds disgusting.” Ballester says. “Well, we don’t know the lifespan of Plops, he may need to reproduce at some point.” “Again, that sounds f*****g disgusting.” “I’m gonna run the standard medical tests, see what he looks like on the inside.” After a few tests, Serge analyzes everything. “Ok, so he has no organs, no blood, no bones, just a bundle of nerves, stem cells, and skin. How he’s talking to us, I still don’t understand, he doesn’t even have a brain.” “Yes?” Brains asks. “I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking about the organ.” “Yes sir.” “Anyway, the only thing I could think of is that he’s an advanced form of bacteria or other microscopic organism.” “If he has no organs, how can he see hear, and talk?” “It seems the nerves combine with stem cells to perform the necessary functions, look, he’s starting to grow eyes and ears.” Sure enough, eyes, ears, and a mouth appear clearly on what is Plops’ supposed face. “Oh cool, he’s got one human eye, and one Galaxian eye.” All of a sudden, Plops explodes, breaking the tank. “I found out my power!” Plops’ mouth, separate from him on the floor, says. He reforms himself, and eats the mess he left behind. Serge sweeps up the glass, and puts Plops in another, bigger tank. “Ok, that might come in handy. Serge takes Ballester’s gun and fires it at Plops. The bullet is just absorbed, and falls back out. Serge takes a laser gun and shoots Plops, and the spot gets cooked. “Ow, why’d you do that?” Plops asks, upset. “Sorry, I need to check your resistances. So, you’re bulletproof, but not laserproof.” Serge scrapes the burnt part off and feeds it to Plops. “Hey, I taste pretty good!” “I’ll take your word for it...wait, you can taste?” “Yeah! I grew a tongue, see?” He shows off his blue tongue. “Why is it blue?” “I don’t know, I’m just Plops.” “It must be a combination of Galaxian and human.” “I guess.” “Tell me, how does eating s**t sound to you?” “Yummy! I want to try some!” Serge sits on the tank and s***s inside of it. Plops gobbles it up effortlessly. “Mmmmm! Tasty!” “Yup, definitely part Scott.” “And yet, somehow smarter.” Ballester says. “Even without a brain.” Serge says. “So, what are we going to do with him?” “You wanna go back to the lake?” “Sure!” Plops says. “Ballester, carry him back to the lake. Plops, you will be the guardian of the lake. Eat anyone who doesn’t belong here, but warn me first, I don’t want you eating someone who was supposed to come here. Your food source is in the lake, so it’s best you live there.” “Yes, sir!” “He’s so gross, do I really have to touch him again? The smell lingers on my hands.” Ballester says. “Fine, wear gloves, you big baby.” Serge says. Ballester puts gloves on and carries Plops outside. “So, what is that thing?” Chimmy asks. “Chimmy, meet Plops. Plops, meet Chimmy.” Ballester says. “Hi, Chimmy!” Plops says. “Hey, Plops.” Chimmy says, with a side eye. “I’m gonna live in the lake and be the monster that lives inside!” “That’s...cool?” “Yeah it is!” Ballester walks to the encrusted lake. “So, do I just throw you in, or...?” Ballester asks. “Yeah!” Ballester tosses Plops in, and gets splash back. “Yuck.” He walks back into the lab. “Yo B, set these cameras out by the lake so I can keep an eye on Plops.” Serge says. “Ugh, fine.” Ballester says, as he goes back outside. “Plops, can you hear me?” Serge asks. “Who is that?” Plops asks. “It’s Serge. Listen, if I’m not available, and there’s someone trespassing, hold onto them until I give you the ok to eat them or not.” “Yes sir!” “Glad you understand...you do understand, don’t you?” “Yes sir!” “Oh, and feel free to eat Alfredo’s s**t, too.” “Yay! It smells delicious!” He flops out of the lake and heads towards Alfredo, and starts slurping up his waste. Ballester heads back into the lab. “Ok, I’m done setting up the cameras.” Ballester says. Serge turns on the monitors. “Neat!” Serge says. “You can go home, you can start training the others tomorrow.” “Yes sir.” Ballester says, sarcastically. “Don’t give me that tone.” “Fine, see you later.” Ballester goes into his apartment and takes a shower. “I hope this is enough to get the smell off.” © 2025 Scorpious AlphaFeatured Review
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