WIP story concept - Please slime for the camera!

Synopsis(WIP):

Note to self: Don’t slimebsorb vials with mysterious liquids. Especially not when inside an abandoned research facility.

Why? Well, you might accidentally absorb a bottled human soul and then proceed to have a mental breakdown, that’s why!

Chapter 1 - ???:

Ever since my birth, I had done my best to aimlessly slither around and absorb whatever I’d come across. That was my life’s entire goal and purpose. Nothing else had mattered.

Yes. Let’s keep doing that. Let’s not think about these emerging thoughts of unease and memories I never had up till now. Not to mention I never even had the ability to think before. But let’s ignore that as well. Just… Keep on keeping on… Hope it goes away…

…

Ok. Fine. That wasn’t going to work. I should probably think about my situation now that I had the ability to do so.

So, let’s see…

I had been born on a snowy hill, traveled through the never-ending blizzard while absorbing snow along the way, and eventually found my way into an abandoned building. That’s where I was right now.

But… I also had another, completely different, set of memories. And those only kept getting more and more clear and vivid with each passing second.

Born in a bustling city, going to school, playing video games, being a loner with no friends… Just your typical awkward teenage guy. Nobody special.

So what the heck was going on?! Why was I a slime now?!

I had no idea how it worked, but I could somewhat feel my own body. A squishy blob of matter. Exactly the image I had for a slime I’d had back as a human. Honestly, it was an improvement over the pathetic husk I had been occupying before.

Except for the fact that I was a slime! I had no idea how things worked around here, but slimes were always the starter enemies! The free lumps of EXP bouncing around! I was going to get murdered by a random nobody so they could raise their level!

…

Alright, calm down. Maybe… This was a dream? After all, the last thing I could dig out from my human memories was going to bed and falling asleep.

Yeah. No.

My dreams had always been crazy and unpredictable, but even those could never replicate what I was seeing right now.

Namely, nothing. That’s right. I had no eyes. I was just a slime.

But despite not having a face, I could still sense things around me. This weird ‘sense’ I had resembled infrared vision… In all directions. Except, not really. I could actually ‘see’ through walls. And although I couldn’t differentiate colors, different things had different ‘intensity’ so to speak.

There was no way my brain could ever produce anything like this.

In other words, this was not a dream.

Yup. Time to panic.

But even though I said that, I had no mouth, and I couldn’t scream. It was just my slimy body bouncing up and down. That was how slimes panicked, apparently.

…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

…

What a cruel fate. Wouldn’t even let me properly panic. Internal screaming just didn’t cut it in this situation.

Was I calm now? Heck no! But at least I had accepted my fate. Right! I was going to do my best to become the best and juiciest EXP bag for the man who would one day become a great hero…!

No! Wait! Back up a bit. That was just my desperation speaking. I wasn’t just going to let fate use me as a punching bag! Even though I was nothing more than a mere crawling pile of EXP, I couldn’t give up on life that easily!

Alright, first things first… Was this one of those or not?

Status! Menu! Inventory!

Nope, nope, aaand nope.

Of course not. Why make things easier for this poor slime?

…

Look at me, deflating like a punctured tire. Couldn’t even sigh properly.

Ah, whatever. Complaining wasn’t gonna get me anywhere. Let’s actually try to figure out what to do now.

Looking back at my slime memories, this building must have been a former research facility of sorts. Tables littered with broken glass. Rusty tools and machines. Bottles and vials with mysterious contents lining up the rotting cabinets…

Well, either a research facility or a seriously messed up hospital. Or both.

Speaking of cabinets filled with bottles of mysterious liquids, One stood right next to me. In fact, just before my human memories began invading my mind, I recalled my dumb past slime self bumping into it and showering myself in the mysterious liquids.

Naturally, I’d absorbed everything. I was a slime. Not like this was a slapstick comedy with me getting drenched being the punchline.

Anyway… Now that I thought about it. Was this the cause? Had one of those bottles contained… my human soul or something?

That seemed… insane. But I was a slime at the moment, so I shouldn’t call the kettle black.

The labels on those bottles… didn’t exist. Perhaps the passage of time tore them down. Or perhaps the people working here had a vendetta against labels and swore to never use them. I’d seen more insane things just today, after all.

Still, for how long had this place been abandoned? And what had even happened? Would I run into mutated test subjects if I were to venture deeper into the building? Hopefully not…

Moving on, were there any other bottled souls lying around here? What would happen if I were to absorb another one? Would we merge? Would I get kicked out? What if the new soul belonged to a mass murderer or a psychopath?

…

Yeah, let’s carefully avoid touching any more mysterious liquids. Good idea, me.

Alright. Enough sitting around and coming up with conspiracy theories. I should think about getting out of this place. The question was, where to? I’d gotten into this place by falling from above. My mindless fat past self happily slithered into a hole without a care in the world. Very smart. Golden star for effort.

Well, other than the hole in the ceiling, my slime sense showed me a sturdy-looking metal door. How about charging it in hopes of busting it down?

Yeah, no way.

Better to get on top of the table over there and then try jumping through the same hole that had trapped me in here in the first place. It was a bit high up, but… I was a slime. Surely, at least the bounciness of a slime was worth something?

Yeah. Let’s get out of here.