It was time for Blub to change his form, which meant he needed to train. He would need to do many workouts and be as active as he could be. As much as he just wanted to make a home, training was the most important thing on his list. He started his training on top of the building he planned to make his home on. Blub: Lets see here! I will start off with twenty push-ups and then fifty jumping jacks, I will then run as fast as possible throughout the city! Maybe I will meet some new friends as well! Blub took in the crisp air through his skin pores and began his push-ups..... or at least tried to. His belly was so fat that little arms couldn’t reach the ground. He wiggled himself until one of his fingers touched the surface, and then rolled to his other side and touched the surface with the other. He also tried sucking his stomach in but it hurt, so he quit doing that. He continued the odd push-ups for six minutes and then took a break. Blub: *pant* *pant* WHYYYYYYYYY!?!? It hurts so much! I feel so weak!!! After the slight mental breakdown he began his jumping jacks. They became more and more unbearable as his somewhat decent jumping jacks turned into him stumbling all over the place while waving his arms. Once he felt that he had done fifty jumping jacks he took another short break. Blub: HOW IS IT THAT I CAN BREATHE FINE IN SPACE BUT I CANT BREATHE DURING A SIMPLE WORKOUT!?!? *pant* *pant* Before he let his sanity escape him he made his way down the staircase on the side of the building.... and fell again. At this point Blub was in so much pain that he didn’t feel like speaking, but he needed to run. He began running with no plan as to where he was going. He would simply wind up where he went and that would be it. He was absolutely awful at running, and he still got strange looks from many people. Blub apologized to everyone he bumped into and even said sorry to a bench. As he sped by the people and buildings, something caught his eye. He saw a store filled with all kinds of sweets, from cakes to candy apples. Blub knew he needed to keep running, but his hunger got the best of him. He took a few steps to the glass doors at the front of the building, and then he was flung right into them by a force from below. His body slammed into the doors and he shattered them. Glass was scattered all over the floor and people didn’t look too happy. Blub: Ow ow ow.... stupid CosmiCloud! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WORK NOW BUT NOT WHEN THOSE CREATURES WER- oh....... Blub looked up to see the store manager looking down at him. He didn’t seem to be too happy about his doors. Store manager: You’re paying for those doors. OR ILL SHOVE THESE GLASS SHARDS DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!! Blub: Umm I am really sorry about your doors sir, but as you can see I don’t have a throat and I can’t pay for the doors. Your food tastes delicious okay bye now! Blub ran out the door and the CosmiCloud shot him up into the air. It zig zagged all over the place for a few seconds but Blub got the hang of it eventually. He spent a while flying around and over buildings before heading back to his. He touched down on the roof and sat down. He watched as birds and ships flew overhead, taking longer and deeper breaths. Blub: something feels different. Blub felt around his body, and it seemed like it became more of a fat egg shape than a complete sphere. His arms and legs didn’t seem to have changed at all, but there was now a black streak running down his chest and stomach. Blub blinked twice only to feel that his eye had changed too. It was as if his eye had been turned sideways. Blub: The forming process happened that quickly!? I must’ve been training pretty hard! Blubs training was over for today. He thought about if he should go back to that warehouse, but still wasn’t sure if he was ready yet. Maybe instead of putting himself in danger, he would explore the city some more. https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/693211211398905858/703804302606729226/image0.jpg Edit: I seem to have changed my name once again! I should really stop doing that.