Zac, being the gooey abomination he is, loves it when he captures an enemy inside his slime. The feeling of the enemy struggling inside his body, as their bodies were slowly devoured and transformed into his mindless gooey minions when he finally released them. Zac took so much pleasure in doing this that he would sometimes even devour his own teammates. Zac never truly cared about winning, he was there for the sole purpose of enacting chaos on everyone around him regardless of being an ally, friend, or foe.

It was the start of a new round and the heros were chosen for their teams from the roster. But when it came to Zac being the first chosen member of the red team, the shark man, Quick, was hesitant about standing next to the towering gelatinous ooze when he was called second. The other three members were chosen and lined up along the other side of Quick. This shark man was new to Summoner's Rift, acting as a brawler part of the fighter class, needless to say this would be his first (and only round). Little did Quick know that Zac fully planned on ‘helping’ him through his first game. Grinning sadistically, Zac stretches his arms behind his back as he brushes Quick’s shoulder in the process leaving a sticky green slime residue. Wiping the slime off his shoulder, Quick grimmences and takes a few steps sideways away from the drip zone.

“Sorry friend…” Quick heard the towerling slime speak, “but fair warning, I leave messes everywhere I go. If you know what I mean.” Took a second for Quick to realize that Zac was speaking to him. Out of the corrner of his eyes, Quick could tell the yellow eyes narrowing on him. Zac gives the rookie shark a faint wink as Quick averts his gaze.

When it came to start the round, the red and blue teams were sent to their corners. The three other team members went off to their northern and southern paths leaving Zac and the rookie for the middle. "hey!" Zac barked, "what are you standing around for?" Zac asked as he started down the center path. Quick looked at the other side paths, but his attention landed back on Zac whom calmly waited motioning for him to follow. Quick was unsure what to think of Zac, but unlike the other team members, Zac was the only one that acknowledged that he was new to Summoner's Rift. Quick finally takes off down the path while Zac bounds on ahead out of line of sight leaving an obvious trail of splattered gelatinous ooze within the dirt and grass.

When running down the path, Quick spots Zac bounce off to the right into some tall looking grass and the sound of loud barking, and growling. The growling soon turned to muffled whining as Quick closed the distance to the tall grass. Swiftly sprinting into the tall grass, Quick feels his feet slip out from under him as he falls chest first with a loud splat. Quick felt the cold, wet, and stickiness of the glob that he had stumbled into pressing against his shirtless chest and sticking to the underside of his snout as he lifted his head. Slime and piles of goo scattered the ground in the clearing before Quick, and in one of the piles of goo, a wolf was suspended in the center as its body was slowly in the process of getting dissolved. As Quick straightened up, he tried yanking himself out of the goo’s grasp, but found that whenever he pulled one of his legs forward the go would forcefully pull it back in. While struggling, Quick noticed Zac stepping towards the dissolving wolf. Zac smiled as he approached the glob of goo that had now fully dissolved the wolf and plunged his gellatunus hands within the glob as it slushed, the fluid flowed up his arms and over his body adding to his mass, until the glob was no more. Zac chuckled as he flexed, his muscles reforming slightly buffer than before. Zac glances in Quick’s direction and spots him snared in one of his globs. At first, Quick was relieved, hoping that Zac could free him from his slime, but that quickly turned to confusion and then panic when Zac approached with the same sadistic grin.

Quick could feel the slime undulating and seeping under his pants. After a few seconds, Quick could feel the cold, wet, and sticky slime swirling around his crotch area causing him a lot of discomfort. Struggling and resisting, Quick felt the slime climb up his rear end and up his back making its way towards his central head fin. The glob’s pulled on Quick’s legs intensified as Zac flicked his one of his gooey fingers down. Tiredness was spreading throughout his body as Quick was forced down onto his knees. His arms raised and remained suspended on either side. Quick pulls at his arms, but they would simply get pulled back to the suspended position, it was as if he were wearing shackles. Panting from exhaustion, soon only Quick’s head remained uncovered, Zac slowly walked over with the same sadistic smiles as he lets his drippy tongue hang out of his gooey jaw.

"What's wrong rookie? Don't worry, I will put that body of yours to use. That fleshy hide is holding you back anyway, you need to loosen up a bit," Zac seductively cooed as he towered over Quick, "You would make a perfect goo Shark."

Quick only blankly stares, too tired to beg for mercy, he was beyond the point of caring. When Quick feels more in the slime around his crotch region, he struggles, but only for only a moment, finding what little joy he could in the experience. The slime creeped up his chin and dripped down his forehead covering part of his face while the slime covered his snout blocking his nostrils. Didn’t take long before Quick can’t resist the need to breath any longer, closing his eyes as his face gets entirely engulfed, he willingly opens his jaws, and his mouth is quickly covered and the goo continues down his throat. Quick could hear the fluid moving around him and the constant echo of Zac as he hysterically laughed within his head as all sounds get tuned out by an intense ringing as his mind fades into oblivion. Quick surrendered, his body forfeit, he would obey.

Zac enjoys himself as he watches the fin on Quick’s head, arms, and legs begin to separate from his body, a point beyond saving (or return). Slowly the shark’s body turns gelatinous and eventually fully dissolves, bone and all.

"What? Giving up so soon?" Zac mocked as he places one of his gooey hands on the glob that instantly fuses to his hand, "I thought you would have had more fight left in you." The glob shutters slightly as it slowly flows into a mound and then sprout tendrils on either side. The slime caves in to form a mouth as the tendrils flatten forming Quick’s arms. Shortly after, his distinguishing features form and Quick opens his eyes to reveal the same eyes of Zac, yellow. Quick blankly stares examining his now gelatinous body and feeling for his dripping fin. Quick eyes Zac and gives a faint smile showing off his gelatinous grin. Lifting his gooey arm, Quick pinches the tip of his fins and watches sticky slime stretch between them and makes a gesture with his other claw, an invitation for Zac to join him.

Zac gives a faint wink before, pleasantly walks over to admire his work. “That’s a goo’d boy.”

(The game masters are already tossing Quick’s icons into a growing pile of new characters that Zac made sure would never be played again).