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Bare skin on wooden flooring and violent wet coughing could be heard throughout the halls of the guild. The only witnesses to such an accident were the poor magmites that watched the whole event go down. Many of them were crushed from the destruction in the alchemist's lab, but a handful that managed to flee were able to leave the guild hall before the being, formerly known as Magni Dezmond, melted and wrecked the place. Now alone in the guild hall, the being only had his newly fleshed arms and rambling to fill the void. It's a wonder how the hands didn't slip under all the goo but part of it could be attributed to the extra, smaller arms that shakily spread out before "Magni" for stabilizing. Despite the multiple eyes on his shoulders, chest, stomach, and hips, not a single eye focused on what was ahead of him while the space that housed his original eyes were melted shut. No use for legs either, for they were melted into halves and rendered useless.
What started the mess was a simple experiment, one that would make even more potent copium. Magni was alone in his lab and soon after an hour of testing the new recipe to no avail, he was alone in the guild. The other members had gone out for something, he didn't remember, but he opted to stay in his lab for a while more. He'll just catch up to them later. It was fine. The extra time spent proved worthwhile though as the copium sample not only turned green and more liquid-like, but also emitted a pleasant scent. Maybe not the color he was going for, but the change in form from gaseous to liquid at least meant something was happening, and the new floral and fruity scent (magnolias possibly) wasn't overwhelming at all. All that was left was to change the color back to the beloved deep magenta but first, a test run.
A hand from Magni's glove cloak grabbed a random magmite that was scuttling on the floor and squeezed it, Magni chuckling as it let out a squeak. He grabbed a dropper syringe and the magmite glanced nervously at the concoction but knew it couldn't escape. The glove cloak was amazing feat of technology and magic, and the strong grip was almost like a human's. But then it noticed something: the mixture's scent from the dropper. With some cooing from Magni, the magmite closed its mouth and started suckling. Almost immediately it slacked in the cloak's hand and a look of bliss spread on its tiny face.
"Perfect!" Magni exclaimed as the hand put the magmite down. That same hand closed itself into a fist and slammed on the dazed magmite, but something was different. Instead of the typical purple substance that would splat out of a regular magmite, this one's was green. Magni hummed in thought and with his own hand he scooped a finger-full of the substance. It was the same liquid-slime kind of texture as usual, this time having no scent. It wasn't anything significant, so with a small cough he just took a mental note and wiped the substance on a towel nearby. But then he noticed something odd. The substance left on the towel began to eat at it, and it left a streak-like hole.
Magni shot a look back at where the magmite was squished and only found a near-smoldering pile of green goop, this time with more texture than the newly made copium. The shock of seeing the pile start to eat at the floor caused Magni to swear loudly followed by a hacking cough. He used the gloves to try and clean up the substance, knowing that there would be minimal damage to them from multiple enchantments, while he tried to ride out the coughing fit. There was a tickle deep in his throat, and without the towel he coughed right into his hands. The substance that would come out horrified him as it splashed back at his eyebrow line. It was the same color as what was eating at the floors, what the magmite was filled with, and the source of it all still sitting in the cauldron emitting the floral scent that was anything but pleasant now.
At the sight of the slime-textured goop at his hands, Magni's thought process began to change from panic to pure disgust. But not a nauseous kind of disgust; instead this disgust was made from pure frustration. He didn't have time to deal with a stupid wet cough when that same substance was melting the floor! There was no way any of this was even happening to him! Him? The "Great" Magni Dezmond? Alchemist and creator of the original copium? This wasn't fair! Nothing in his life ever went right! He began to hear the whispers of random people talking behind his back, calling him evil and a monster, but he couldn't even process those because of that god-damned itching on his fucking head. In his frustration he scratched his still slimy hands at the spot that had splashed back at him earlier, but a new sensation made him snap out of his thoughts. Part of his face was melting, and so were his eyes.
The scream that followed was one of pure terror as the glove cloak rubbed its hands at Magni's body. His whole body was starting to itch as badly as his face, but only his legs began to melt from the substance. The melt itself was controlled with only infected areas melting. In other words, Magni's lower legs began to go numb as they melted and mixed with the substance. Are you serious? You have to be fucking kidding! Magni couldn't even let himself acknowledge the legs as his body and torso itched so badly that it felt like he was burning. But his skin wasn't burning. The hands' new fingernails – fingernails? - tore at Magni's clothes in an attempt to get to bare skin. Now skin to skin, the hands scratched nearly everywhere just enough to draw blood, but they didn't stop there. They tore and ripped at Magni's screaming body until enough slits were opened, just enough for new eyes to emerge and blink open. He could now see in multiple angles, but the eyes were blurry and unfocused still rendering him blind.
The true horror of it all was the glove cloak. With the new fingernails came muscle and skin before. The now-flesh hands could extend and reach like normally, but now Magni could feel the textures that the hands touched. He could feel the floorboards as the hands carried him up. He could feel his melted legs being pulled off with ease like clay. He could feel as one pair even touched the ceiling. When another pair of arms grew at his elbows, all Magni could think was why. Why do these horrific events happen to him? Why was he cursed with a terrible life? It. Wasn't. Fair. With a scream of pure frustration and rage, he swore internally at fate as the hands swung around the lab destroying things in their paths. He was a great alchemist! He had the power to make amazing potions! He could transmutate beings and have them obey his will! This wasn't happening to him. this wasn't happening to him! His screams of rage turned to fits of giggling and pure glee. Of course this wasn't happening to him! This was all a bad dream, and he'll wake up soon. His giggling fit was interrupted by another wet coughing fit, but he felt another sensation. He was going to throw up-
The vomit had the texture of cooked tapioca pearls suspended in syrup, but the smell was the same floral scent and color as was was sitting in Magni's cauldron. It shot from Magni's mouth and onto the door in front of him. He didn't even realize he was making his way to the door. As it splattered and fell, the vomit revealed a hole at the doorway, and many magmites took that as an opportunity to escape. Magni too made his way to the doorway with his hands squishing multiple magmites on the way, but he did not slip. Magni reached out with his four main arms while his six larger ones moved his body forward. Something in Magni's drugged-out mind created a sober thought: Where were his guildmates? Surely they would have come back by now. In a strained voice he called out to the empty guild hall where only the sounds of his movement greeted him.
"Guys? Altare, Axel, Vesper... help-"
Another violent cough cut him off and his rage came again. Of course they would abandon him. He wasn't available at their beck and call so they left him alone like everyone did eventually. So much for being friends! His yells were mixed with tears, and judging how they itched he knew it was the mixture that was in his system.
"You bastards! I'll kill you!" he spat out before another wet coughing fit occurred. Images of his guildmates' terrified faces as they were rendered helpless made him gleeful, only for that glee to end with more vomiting. This time the vomit burned at a wall, but what wall he didn't know. Still with the empty and now ruined guild hall to greet him, his mind filled with images of his guildmates and him growing so close. He needed their help. He needed it now.
"Guys..." he tearfully called out even with a strained voice hurting his throat. "Help me... please." But the only thing that answered was the scent of magnolias.