Dawson and Felix laid down under a tree behind the school; they sat in comfortable silence as the calm wind blew past. Felix turned his head to see Dawson already staring at him; they stared at each other for a second, then Felix hesitated and said, “Dream?”

“Yeah,” Dawson commented, but not making any movement to start talking, just staring. Finally, Felix decided to look away cause the staring was starting to make him uncomfortable.

“So, I’m not sure if the slime means you can turn into slime or puke it up,” Dawson replied scornfully, finally sitting up. 

“What should we do then?” asked Felix as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“Well, you are going to find out what you can do, of course,” Dawson growled as if it was apparent.

“Huh?! How am I supposed to do that alone! You need to help; you had the dream!” Felix whined.

“Ok! I’ll help! But, um… let’s try turning in to slime, god, this sounds so dumb….” Dawson pinched his temple.

“Well, how do I do that? Pray?” Felix chuckled. Dawson’s lips turned up slightly, and he said, “Hm, I have an idea. Lay on the tree and… loosen all your muscles, like relax.”

Felix laid on the tree and shook his arms a little; then, he closed his eyes. Dawson leaned closer to Felix and continued what he was saying in a slightly lower tone to go along with the calming atmosphere, “Now think about turning into slime, really try to concentrate on the slime. Oh, think about those satisfying slime-making videos.”

Felix was trying to do this; he thought having power would be amazing. So he concentrated so profoundly he didn’t hear any noise, except this one.

Pfft!

Felix quickly put his hands up to cover his face. Then Dawson burst out laughing; he fell on the ground gripping his stomach for dear life. Even though it was embarrassing, Felix also started to giggle. 

“Man, you let loose, didn't you!” Dawson couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, let my cheeks loose….” Felix's eyes closed as he smiled. He felt so happy and giddy; he thought nothing could go wrong. Until Felix felt something at the bottom of his stomach, it made his stomach twist with discomfort. Dawson immediately noticed something had happened and stopped laughing.

“Hey, are you ok!” Dawson shook Felix’s shoulder when he gripped his throat. Something slid up to Felix’s mouth, and what left it was disturbing a gray slime ball. The slimeball flew from his mouth and landed on the ground in front of him. As the ball splattered on the floor, it started to smoke and melted through the Earth. Leaving the boys in awe and the grass charred black.

 “What… th-that came out of… me?!” Felix muttered scratchily as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater.

“I… well, that must be your power…? Did you activate it with your fart or something?” Dawson shrugged. 

“I don’t… know?” Felix's voice cracked as he coughed, “God, that burned like….”

“Like hell?” Dawson continued for Felix.

“Yeah.” Felix rubbed his throat, what just happened had drained him, and all he wanted was sleep. Maybe some water too.

“How do you think it was activated? Could it be your fart? Want to try it again?” Dawson suggested.

“Nah, if I force it, a fart won’t come out alone. Maybe we need to retrace our steps.” Felix said, slightly feeling like a detective. 

“Ok, starting from the beginning of your morning, what did you do?” Dawson asked as he handed Felix a bottle of water he had in his jeans pocket. Felix greedily gulped it down; it felt like heaven in his mouth even though it was warm. Felix wiped his mouth and started talking, “Well, I woke up….and my mom...was.... never mind. I came to school, saw you, and went to class. That's it. Nothing different happened today.”

“Hm… what did you have for breakfast? Maybe it has something to do with that.” Dawson hoped he was right.

“I don’t eat breakfast, never did,” Felix replied.

“You don’t eat breakfast? You need breakfast to keep your blood sugar up!” Dawson fumed.

“Why do you know so much about this?” Felix asked warily.

“Sisters a dietitian. Eat this, now.” Dawson ordered as he threw two granola bars at Felix’s chest. Felix barely caught them as he questioned, “What else do you have in that pocket? Narnia?”

“Yes, I do, now eat. We need to think…” Dawson talked, but Felix heard none of it. Instead, he bit into one of the granola bars and thought to himself, “I’m surprised Dawson cared enough to give me food. Feels nice to have someone care for me for once; it makes me happy.”

Felix felt his face warm up, but immediately after, he felt something familiar at the bottom of his stomach. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

“No...no...not again…” Felix trembled as his stomach turned inside out and did backflips.

“What’s wrong? Is another one going to come out?” Dawson exclaimed. Felix nodded frantically, his throat pulsating as he felt another repulsive ball slide its way up to his mouth. Again, he retched when he threw it up; for a second time, the gray ball fell to the ground and melted, creating a replica of the hole next to it.