Where am I? the boy asked himself and hopefully a god if there was one. Everything’s… red.

The boy looked down at his hands. He was in shock to see that his body was not his body. It looked to be a dark greenish color. His skin felt and appeared like a rubbery texture, trying to keep itself from losing shape, similar to when a sand castle has just been hit by soft wave of water.

He tried to move, but he felt too heavy for his own strength. Parts of his green rubbery skin were falling apart, losing the boy’s humanoid shape. He pulled his hardest to get his own body to move, trying to avoid breaking down in this place.

“There you are,” a voice called out to him.