Ahh chemicals..the alien knew many..most of these here was harmless since they was used to teach the girls various things. He had stayed hidden in the shadows during one of the class,s barely containing his laughter at the lessons.

Once they was over though, he waited to see if any of the girls remained behind....

I had as usual ended up correcting the teacher during class and as usual had to show the proper mixture and temperature for the mix to reach. When class ended I decided to stay. My labcoat was closed and turning off the lights. I began digging through cabinets and collecting chemicals. I found a beaker and began precisely measuring them one at a time lightly swirling them before I glanced behind me. I had a number of...fluid... stained clothes and decided I wanted to create a better cleaner... however what I didn't know was this chemical would dissolve any syntethic material it touched.

He comes from the shadows once the girl has busied herself with the solvent. HE easily recognized the mixture, it was one he used many times on locks back on various worlds. He uses a tendril to gently push a beaker closer, it holding the stabilizing agent that would ensure the mixture would remove the synthetic clothing from the girl without harming her skin..after all what fun would that be for him.

He does slip closer staying in the shadows as a shadow, not revealing his form or even his presence..not yet anyway.

I looked from vials to beakers until finding the one i wanted; a chemical solution that I thought would give it the proper potency for stains; of course having the vials of chemicals mislabeled and not knowing it was a bit of an issue. I combined the two beakers then stirred the liquid with a glass pipette until it was throughly combined into a cloudy fluid I looked at it curiously a droplet of it fell from the pipette onto my sleeve, slowly a hole formed. I blinked a couple times and shook my head pushing the beaker to the sid; as far as I was concerned it was a failure.

{{try not to just pour it on; do it bit by bit make it fun to read k? oh and all her clothes except her bra straps(the cups are partially synthetic) and panties are sythetic k?}}

((hehe alright ))

He grins watching her, as she slides the beaker to the side he reaches a tendril through the shadows, pushing it back closer to her. He then *bumps* the desk through its own shadow, to make the chemical splash a bit more on her.

He then settles back to wait for his next chance to splash her again..oh he was going to enjoy this little game with chemist girl.

the beaker I had placed away from me suddenly violently jerked the chemical splashing onto my lab coat sleeve dissolving it and the sleeve of my uniform under it. I gritted my teeth in anger glancing to the window behind me to a small flower looking for answers; it simply told me it saw nothing. I grabbed the beaker and placed it on the other side of me, further from me this time angrily before going back to my work.
"Damned machine shop next door..."

Was all I said assuming it was someone dropping something that caused the beaker to freak out.

He watched her move the beaker to the other side, and he thinks, the same trick would make her suspicious. So this time he carefully takes another chemical, one he knows would make the floor rather slippery..and carefully pours some around her feet, before placing the beaker back where it belonged.

He then moves the beaker she set away from her close to the edge again, ensuring it would spill on her the moment she slipped.

He even gives a slight hiss of a laugh, though from the shadows it could have came from anywhere in the room.

I sighed when I didn't find the next item I needed. I went to stand but, quickly slipped, the beaker which had made it's way to the edge fell onto my stomach before she straightened it. the solvent dripped lazily down from just below my bra and breast dissolving the material in it's path, every layer. it stopped when it reached the waistband of my skirt which seemed to have a few holes in it now. I pulled a safety pin from my pocket with a sigh as i clasped it onto the waistband to hold up my skirt. my entire stomach was showing, my arm and a few hints of my panties. I removed the now worthless lab coat cursing under my breath as I placed the beaker on the table behind me now.

Oh what a glorious sight he had of her as her clothing was slowly eaten away and made useless. He watches her move the beaker to a table behind her, and he gives another hiss, making himself sound like a small leak in one of the burner fuel lines. or perhaps a valve hadn't been tightened all the way.

He moves the beaker once more to the edge of the table, hoping the slight urgency of her needing to turn the small gas valve off or at least check them, would cause her to bump the table..and thus splash herself again.

I looked up from my work again at the sound of a hiss. the last thing I needed was a fuel leak. i stood, slipped on the chemical on the floor again, slammed into the table that had been behind me and the beaker fell over once more... before I even knew what had happened i heard the sound of the safety pin I had just used to hold my skirt on hit the ground. I replaced the beaker with a sigh looking at it; glaring, the hiss was gone and I stared to the flowers again
'It was nobody...'

they told me causing me to give them an angry glare. I looked down where my skirt had been, and realized it had fallen into a puddle of the chemical... there were only a few small scraps remaining which soon disappeared as well into the liquid. I shook my head before glaring at the beaker. I grabbed it and placed it high on the shelf in front of my work area near the back of the shelf; climbed down the ladder closed it placed it behind me flat on the floor and shivered as my butt touched the chair. with only thin cotton panties to cover my flesh the chair was certainly cold... I added the same chemical from the first time it pushed a chemical closer to me to this beaker... sighing slightly i dripped a little onto the remaining pieces of my blouse with a smile when nothing dissolved... though I had felt a slight tingle on my crotch I looked and saw a hole in my panties; my public hair showing slightly.

"It's like a bad dream... one dissolves man made material the other cotton..."
I growled with my palm covering my face. I slid this beaker all the way to the wall near the shadowy side of the room.

He grins watching her reaction and the state she is in. He waits till she leaves that new beaker, and he slips it into the shadows with him..that will come in handy soon.

Now though he slides closer through the shadows, to get a better view of her lovely flesh. He glances towards the door, and while her attention is diverted from it, one of his tendrils emerges from the shadows to lock it, letting her hear the slight click that could have been anything, with his tendril darting back into the shadow.

"What the hell?"
I gaze up from a formula I was writing glancing around the room before looking to the plant.
"who is in here with me you damned lilac!"
I shouted to the plant it again told me.
'nobody is in here with you... you should run and hide from nobody...'
I shook with anger as I flung a pipette at the flower; it shattered on the window next to it I turned back to my work glancing at the first beaker before I did... it was still above me on the back of the shelf... good...

He grins more watching her shouting at the flora in the room. He then begins to come from the shadows in the back of the room. His tall form quiet, his tendrils poised and ready as he slowly makes his way towards her. In his hand was the other beaker..the one that she just made.

His glowing eyes on her, he didn't know the plant had given her that slight warning about running and hiding..but now perhaps she would get that sensation of being watched..that there was something 'wrong' in the room as the alien approaches her slowly, ready to hide from sight the moment she looks.

While I didn't get a feeling of being watched, I was getting quite annoyed at the sixty voiced coming from various parts of the room all saying the same thing voices over lapping the most annoying was coming from the back of the room.
'Run and hide from nobody before it's too late nobody is going to get you!'

I quickly mixed a quick solution that would inhibit the plant from doing much more than growing and feeding itself; something I remembered from Keemari's work. I flung the beaker towards the back of the room not knowing it was heading toward an unknown assailant's head. Their chattering made no sence... little did I know they called creatures of the shadows nobodies...

He sees the beaker coming at him and he snaps one of his tendrils out catching it and then setting it to the side. He continues his advance towards her, two tendrils stretching towards her, using the shadows to make themselves longer. He gives a slight hiss to himself, only the flora could have heard it.

Soon he would be behind her, soon he would be having the ultimate fun with her. Hits slow, methodical, he was going to make this bit of fun last.