Mermaid Effect

美国

Kansas

Pine Street Apartments

Time: 08:24AM

"no no……"

Rand groaned intermittently from the nightmare, and then slowly woke up.

The room was filled with bright daylight, but the heavy pressure from his chest made him feel as if he still existed in that nightmare... although he no longer had any memory of that nightmare (just like before. same), that intense fear that could not be severed still remained in his body.

He struggled to open his eyes, hoping that he could recover from the state of cold sweat all over his body as soon as possible like the countless times in the past.

However, at the moment when his blurred vision due to early awakening became clear, a magnified face appeared in his vision.

It is a face that is only suitable for appearing in Hollywood monster cult movies, whether it is the four dripping red eyes, the fine scales, or the slightly shaking feathery tentacles on its head can prove it , of course, the most unnegligible thing is that after it met Rand's gaze, it tore open the mouth to both sides, and each of those fine teeth gleamed with a cold white light.

At that moment, Rand was as stiff as a mouse being stared at by a cobra, his mind was blank, and he could even feel the suffocation of his heart contracting violently due to shock at that moment.

Until a few seconds later (of course, maybe not so long, but time is always long for Rand at this moment, as if God pressed the slow play button in his life), Rand's brain just resumed operation.

"Oh damn..."

His body relaxed, and a whispered curse escaped from his lips.

"Munster! You scared me to death."

He said to the little monster that loved to lie on his chest like a house cat in winter, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Almost half a week had passed since the day Rand Sievers found out that only some strange pets in his house had turned into very strange monsters.Rand is trying to learn to accept Munster's new form, and trying even harder to adapt to living with it-of course, this is obviously much more difficult than he imagined.

No matter from any point of view, Munster is far from the kind of animal suitable for human beings to live together.

For example, if a fluffy, soft and fat cat lies on your chest and shares your soft bed with you, even if the chest is tight and breathing is difficult, no one will have the heart to blame the cat, but, For Rand...

Please replace "soft, fat, fluffy cat" with "heavy, wet, slimy and ugly monster", the same behavior of lying on the chest becomes very unacceptable.

"'Take the number' Rand."

The little monster's pale, cold elbow clamped Rand's face, brought his own face as close as possible to the opponent, and then gave him a bright "smile" (if it could be called a smile) ).

Rand trembled uncontrollably, and he frowned.

"Hey man, I told you, you shouldn't be in bed."

He said, watching his pale face reflected in the little monster's four eyeballs.

Munster blinked.

"Chirp?"

A string of already unlovable bass rolls from its throat.

With difficulty, Rand pulled his hand out of the quilt, pressed his palm on its face and pushed it off his body.

"Please, Munster, I know you can understand what I'm saying, don't try to get by." He said as he got up from the bed.

He touched the outside of his quilt, and to his surprise, the soft fabric had already been covered with the watery mucus from Munster's body, which was disgusting to the touch.

The day before yesterday and yesterday, Rand even had the strength to lose his temper a little bit, and tried to express his persistence as a normal human being in front of Munster, an unknown species.

Today, however, he has completely given up on this completely useless attempt.

He sighed deeply, and then began to change his bed cover. Of course, the first priority was to get Munster off his bed first.

Rand felt he would never understand Munster's love for his bed.

Munster chirped, trying to stay on the bed for a while.

Rand hesitated for a while, but he reached out and touched Munster's skin.

Some parts of the slime have dried up, and once the slime dries, Munster's fine scales will feel rougher to the touch, and its movements will become slightly less dexterous than when it is wet.Rand is not sure whether this state is suitable for Munster, but considering that Munster was an aquatic creature before, he still hopes to avoid its drying as much as possible.

"Okay, how many times have I said this, Munster, you can't stay outside until your scales dry out!"

Rand said helplessly, and opened his hand towards Munster.

"Come to make a negotiation. I'll carry you to the bathroom. And you want me to change the sheets and prepare breakfast?"

He said.

The tentacles on Munster's head immediately stood up, and they were now straight like antennas.

Its arms, which were much longer than normal humans, immediately wrapped around Rand's arms, and its tail wrapped around his waist.

Rand staggered a little as he picked it up.

"You're dead weight."

He grumbled, stumbling to transport Munster into the tub of his own bathroom.

Munster seemed very happy in Rand's arms, and the most intuitive manifestation was its dangling tentacles and its incessant "chirp" sound (again, they sound really uncute now), very Apparently, Rand's complaint didn't have any effect on its part.

As for Rand...

He knew that this was actually quite strange, after all, Munster's current size was quite eye-catching, but considering that it had shown great enthusiasm for Rand's embrace when it was still a pet appearance, he felt that he might still need to give Munster more time.

After all, in Rand's view, Munster's current IQ obviously cannot realize that his appearance and body shape are completely different from the previous "cute".

Rand turned on the laptop after settling it in the bathroom.

He bought some video materials about early childhood education, and gave Munster the most basic education.

And this is the wisest decision he has made. Munster loves the program, and only when watching the computer can it leave some free time for Rand instead of wanting to entangle him all the time like double-sided tape body.

Although Rand felt a headache whenever he heard that deliberately raised voice.

He slipped out when Munster was addicted to the computer program, and rushed to the kitchen to start his late breakfast.

Some fried eggs and sausage, with coffee.

At the same time he took out the "venison" that Rogers had provided from the freezer and defrosted it.

The alluring aroma was intertwined with the bloody smell of "venison", but while it was defrosting, Rand's eyes unconsciously stayed on the white plate containing the "venison", which was along the edge of the arc Spreading bloodstains.

bloodstains.

red.

fishy smell.

……

A coldness slowly climbed up his back, and he felt dizzy, accompanied by some indescribable emotions: fear, panic, and nausea and resistance...

He suddenly remembered the dream that woke him up that morning.

There is also such a red and fishy smell in the dream, it is blood, a lot of... a lot of blood.

He rushed to the edge of the pool and lay there retching.

Something slippery touched his neck lightly.

"Oh, damn it!"

Rand almost jumped up in fright. He screamed and turned his head, only to find that Munster, who was supposed to be in the bathroom looking at his notebook, had crawled into the kitchen with his whole body dripping wet... , is on the roof of the kitchen.

Rand felt as if his soul was floating outside.

"Munster!"

He almost smacked it in the face with the spatula, but finally held back.

"Haw... Haw..."

Munster slid slowly down the ceiling.

It also seemed to realize how maddening its own behavior was, and it seemed a little frustrated. It drooped its tentacles, and lay limply on the dining table.

"I told you, I know you can understand, don't use haw to get away with it."

The kitchen is quite dangerous, especially for a young child... especially for a monster who doesn't understand anything.

"Morning, breakfast."

It looked at Rand and said cautiously.

"..."

Rand looked at it blankly, and after a while, he heard intermittent voices coming from the bathroom.

"Bre-meal-morning-meal-"

That's the character in that video teaching spelling.

Rand raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, so you learned the word?"

Munster stared at him, then gave him a slight nod as he had learned before.

For some reason, Rand found that facing such a monster, he couldn't maintain the same angry mood as before.

Moreover, after all, from another perspective, what happened just now allowed him to recover from that strange state.Rand shook his head. He felt that he might have remembered something just now, but now, those things have become a fuzzy mass again, left behind the barrier of memory.

"Rand?"

Munster leaned forward, and it approached Rand, calling his name.

Rand came back to his senses, then patted its head.

"Okay, I see, breakfast, I have prepared this thing for you."

He said, and then put the plate of "venison" in front of Munster.

Then he put his own breakfast on the table.

"Oh, this feels kind of weird."

He looked at the plates on the table and felt weird for a second, then realized... this was his first time, eating at the same table with Munster.