He was doing his best impression of a puddle while one of his mothers sat on the window seal overlooking the 17th floor of a 24 story hotel. He was in the kitchen, on the floor, looking like a puddle of blue/pink/purple mud while his Mother talked on the phone with whoever it was from the reality show. He really didn't want to go. He wanted to be back with his fathers and mothers back at the lab. They were all the scientist who worked on the project that actually created him. He missed them all so badly that now he normally spent most of the day in a blob on the floor.<br/><br/>Goo blinked up from the floor as his mother hung of the phone and made her way over to him. "Now sweety, don't be so glum. This is the perfect way for you to learn to control yourself as well as get better around people your own age." Goomie just made a gurgling sound since his mouth wasn't really there when he was in a puddle form. Slowly he would pull himself up, his face, arms, torso, and hair seeming to form out of the puddle like someone sculpting clay. "But I want to stay with you guys, I'll miss you so much..." The woman smiled down at him and wrapped him in her arms. He leaned against her shoulder, whining softly. "You'll be fine sweet pea." She cooed to him.<br/><br/>Goo sighed as his mother pulled him up and shooed him off to his room. He glanced around at the perfectly made bed and tastefully decorated room. He didn't like it here. It wasn't his room which was covered in his own kiddy drawings and soft things that he could lay on, or the toys that his parents had given him. Now he had packed what few toy she could fit, his drawings, and some new clothes that the scientists had bought for him. Honestly he normally never wore clothes, there was no reason too. He didn't have any unmentionables on his body like normal people do (Though he didn't really know much about naked humans anyways.) Clothes had always made him feel closed in when his body could shift and change however he saw fit, though getting back to his normal boy shape was sometimes a problem and took quite a lot of energy. Apparently they were going to help him with his short comings when it came to his abilities.<br/><br/>He flopped onto the bed and stared up at the circling ceiling fan, wondering what the other people would be like on the show. Would they be like his fathers and mothers? Probably not. They probably wouldn't understand him and call him names. Goomie let out a soft sigh and closed his purple eyes. One more night and he would be living among strangers. He hoped he would be able to make friends here, that's all he wanted. Friends. He'd never had friends before. The only people he'd ever known where the scientists that created him. All he wanted was friends his own age who would love him for himself. That wasn't too much to ask was it?