Goobo-13 Comic Draft

{The beginning panel(s) are blacked out, viewed from 13's perspective with closed eyes. Speech and thought bubbles need distinct styles and fonts for both characters.}

Agent 13 regains consciousness after his injuries. His eyes remain closed, and he remains silent, mentally going over the situation he finds himself in.

*Okay. I'm hurt pretty bad. What the hell just happened? Ran to the loading bays for evac, something exploded, I got knocked out... Then I-*

Goobo interrupts. {13 does not yet notice they're sharing thoughts. Goobo's speech bubbles appear out of the body, not from a face or mouth.}

"Firteen okay?"

{Depict a blurry view of the ceiling, viewed through opening eyes. Cut to a tight angle of just 13's helmet, yet to see any of Goobo's matter surrounding it, and then to a shot of their full body.}

The being that is now Goobo-13 is laid on the floor of the ship. Agent 13 is dazed, just waking up after his injuries. 13 looks down to discover that Goobo has coalesced around his broken body. His right arm is severed above the elbow, his lower half is separated from his upper, the detached pants of his atmospheric suit bulging taut around the gelatinous mass that now surrounds most of his body. 13 continues to take a mental tally.

*Well, that can't be right. I'm dreaming. Or hallucinating... I-*

"Firteen, plees get up!"

13 interjects aloud.
"Stop interrupting me! I'm trying to think!"

"No time for tink. We find papa."

"Papa...? Who the hell- Oh. You mean the doctor? Right... You'd be that new goobo specimen. He kept calling himself your papa."

"Big stong goobo put you back together so we find papa!"

"Put me back... I really have been torn to bits, haven't I..."

13 slumps down within the gelatinous mass that surrounds him. The mass urges the pieces of him upright.

"Alright, alright! I'll get up. We'll go try to find your papa."

...

Goobo urges the body forward, barely knowing how to walk.

"Oh for the love of- Just let me handle it! At least one of us knows how to walk."

"Walk..."

"You just move your legs like this, one step after another, always moving forward. No, not like that!"
Goobo-13 trips and falls, the goo morphing to absorb the impact.

13 thinks to himself as they clumsily roam the corridors.
*Just gotta find him, he'll be able to figure out what the hell happened to me... The man's always been a magician with the scalpel. He can put me back together, and get this goddamn goo off of me.*

The gelatinous mass sags at the thought.
"You no want goobo? Goobo put you back together..."

"What the fu- Get out of my head!"

"But goobo just help. To thank firteen."

"I... Let's just go find the doc."

...


Goobo-13 continues trudging through the broken corridors of the ship, steadily increasing in the pace and dexterity of navigation.

"Looks like the whole ship went down. It's a wonder there was anything left of me to save..."

"Goobo protect you! Papa said so."

"Well, I'll have to thank your papa when we find him. I probably owe him a few beers for this."

The pair comes upon the doctor's quarters in the medical bay. Debris entombs the entire wing of the ship. They excavate the debris. Along the way, they find a piece wedged tight. It cannot be moved without the help of another.

"Great. How are we gonna get through? We'd need someone on the other side to pry it loose."

The two pull and push and twist the debris, to no avail, ejecting backwards from the strain. Upon the sudden landing, the Goobo matter finds itself separated into two piles. One portion coalesces around the parts of 13, and the other forms a similar, smaller shape of Goobo-13.

"Okay... New plan. Send the uh, other half of you, through that gap in the wreckage."

"Okay!"

The separated mass of goobo material deforms and snakes through the debris. As it plops to the ground on the other side, the facsimile of Goobo-13 rematerializes out of the mass. Together with the main body, they clear the debris. With the way clear, the two masses meet again and reform into one.

"Mmm... Tasty goobo!"

"Not sure I'm gonna call that tasty, but it worked."

Upon finding the doctor's office, the two of them come upon a massive hole in the side of the ship, leading outside onto the surface of the planet. A trail of blood and non-human footprints lead outside and into a cave. Goobo-13 rushes to follow the trail and comes upon a large force of Lemurians, clawing and biting at a lone human figure in a white lab coat, laid out in the fetal position.

The two cry out in unison, words overlapping.

"VICTOR!"
"PAPA!"

{Any enemy horde can appropriately replace the Lemurians here. They are simply fodder for Goobo-13 to fight off to reach the doctor. The details of the fight are also fully flexible. Just showcase what Goobo-13 can do.}
With heretofore unseen coordination and precision, Goobo-13 rushes to attack the lemurian force that has taken the man. Goobo produces clones of itself to dogpile and explode upon the lemurians, Goobo-13 lands punches with incredible brutality at others. 13 grabs handfuls of the Goobo material and heaves it at yet more. 

All the lemurians lie dead, and Goobo-13 stands panting, more as a muscle memory than a necessary bodily function.

Goobo-13 approaches the man in the white coat, and finds him lying still, clutching an empty canister. The words "Specimen 208" are scratched out, underneath is masking tape with the words "Perfected Goobo" scribbled on.

Goobo cries out at the sight.

"PAPA! Goobo help Papa!"

A large mass of Goobo-13's material flies off towards the doctor's limp body, leaving 13's broken form unable to stand. The pieces of Agent 13 collapse under their own weight, barely held together by the remaining Goobo matter. 

13 speaks out, weakly.
"Goobo... I don't think you can do anything to help him..."

"No! Goobo help papa and thirteen! Papa told Goobo! Goobo promised!"

Goobo surrounds the body of the doctor and tries to stand, but the body remains limp. The amalgamation collapses into a pile.

"STOP, GOOBO! Let him rest. He's...
 
God, of course you don't understand... He's gone."

"But..."

"Please, Goobo. I can't even stand up without your help. I need you. Vi-... Your papa's in a better place now. There's nothing else you need to do for him."

"Gone... Better place... Can't help papa... Then, I help thirteen instead?"

"Together, we can give him a proper burial. He's the only reason either of us is still alive. So we just have to keep going. Carry his legacy on, with us."

"Like walking? Always forward?"

"That's right."

"For papa?"

"Yeah. For papa."

{All white background showing the grave standing alone in hazy evening lighting}
A humble grave is dug, and a cross made from debris of the ship is sat atop it. A white lab coat is strung across it and an empty specimen canister sits at its base.