This cant be- LLL.. Jackson stole Meme'Pup's scepter for sure.. He broke the double rule, and came back again Shut up me- Your stupid "Torrapugu... Torrapugu can also be known as Trapping goo- as it what it translates to in another certain language. This doesn't come naturally from my brother... He had to find this, and once he did- he was so interested in it he didn't even want to let go of it when he fell asleep. When his friends asked what he was holding, he showed them with excitement, and let them touch it. It was hard to them, yet Jackson claimed that it was quite soft and had a slimy texture. One day- His dumb self decided to do something, well, dumb. He decided that he would *eat* it. I don't know what went through his mind right then, but he did swallow, it had a good taste- He claimed. Nothing happened. At least- for a bit. A few days later.. Some of Torrapugu had appeared on his back, he didn't think much of it back then. But as the days passed by, the goo had gotten bigger, and eventually, they looked like some gooey, improperly shaped wings. Torrapugu was way bigger than when he found it. Like any normal person- Jackson was freaked out, he tried to get it off of him- No luck. Eventually all his straining caused him to have some stuck on his head, he can't get off. Ever since then- My brother has been acting strange. He always used to be a nice little male who grew is curly hair out and never took the time to wear his clothes the right way. He way very friendly- But when Torrapugu hit his head- It was like it was mind controlling him. He cut his hair shorter, which he claimed he would never do. He started to wear his clothes right, which maybe is actually good but anyways, what worried me the most is when his eyes appeared lifeless. I don't mean your regular no emotion eyes all the time- It was like they went purely white, no pupils, nothing. He tended to stare at everyone blankly, started having manners, and changed his clothing pattern- Strangely to what I liked to wear. He usually wore white with gray sleeves and jeans with a messy tie, with a strange brown hat that had ears- I mean- He already had those, but decided it was best to hide them... I wonder why... But I wore mostly Orange with orange and I wear some green to complement my pink hair. Me and my brother were naturally born with Pink hair following with our orange skin- Yet now his style looks almost identical to mine... Why was he copying me? Well me and our family took barely any notice except for when his eyes turned white.. But he could still see and it didn't cause him any pain- It seemed, so we didn't worry much of it. When my mother and father drew the line though is when he started hurting other students at school with his new found power. When my parents tried to discipline him, he retorted, aggressively. Remember when his friends were stating that the so called 'goo' was hard? I learned that it was unfiltered- Meaning it couldn't harm its victims. If it was filtered on the other hand... It could be... surprising I would call it. Proceeding. My parents are not the type to take on their kid's aggressive behavior and move on- They would ground Jackson- So- He was stuck in his room for the next week for harming his classmates and would just have to sit there.. In silence. The door was locked, and he wouldn't be able to get out. The only time he tended to make contact was through the door when I gave him some food and water. He never said anything or even gave a thank you. So when we opened his door, I was waiting to see him again. My parents became super strict after that and wouldn't let me see him, as he suddenly became a 'bad influence.' I didn't think so, He was probably just going through a phase. So when my parents let me unlock the door, I was shocked to see what I saw next. His room was covered with the goo. It multiplied in the week we left him in there. He was curling up in the corner, mumbling something to himself. My parents were obviously shocked, they asked him what was going on. I don't exactly remember what he said, but it was something as in: "Art, you see..." I had never- ever seen him like this- at all. Before I could say anything, my parents shut the door again. They were very confused an anxious, what was going on? The small piece of slime changed him for the worse, was he *evil?* No... That couldn't be.. Now.. I don't feel like telling you what happened next so I'll skip to the present. He is now recovering in a mental institute close to where I used to live. I was about 9 when that happened, and now im older, yet I still look the same, somehow. He's doing way better- and I guess you can see why I needed permission, he wouldn't even let me explain the part that actually mattered.."
