Oozing further and further, the alien liquid eventually aggregated into a growing nonsensical pile of matter behind the girl as she was about to leave, persuaded that she was not alone. Bubbles rose and popped in the air, making the olive blood turn around. The goo twitched back and forth as it extended itself up, with limbs sprouting from the trunk in strings of hanging goo linking the former with the latter. Rapidly, the messy fuchsia-tinted mount took on a modern distinct, precise form. Several iterations of that oozy silhouette emerged right alongside it, quickly surrounding the girl and suddenly grasping at her limbs. She struggled but could not fight against the sudden force that pulled her legs back, making her fall down.