|Chapter 12|
~.-.-“Does This Color Come In ‘Size-Slime’?”-.-.~
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Chirp~Chirp~
It is a placid, nay, tranquil night; Encompassed by glistering stars and fine, iridescent waves of brilliant colors, all entwined upon the otherwise sable sky abo-
Chirp~Chirp~
‘SILENCE! Annoyances!’. Infuriated, I shuffle to the barred side of my container closest to the taunting snacks that dwell in the, otherwise, serene and moonlit night. Mocking my every minute squirm and jiggle as I flailed about, fruitlessly, to subdue the vile creatures; They continued their incessant racket, despite my best efforts to quell the obnoxious cacophony. Slumping back with a faint splat, I reminisced on the days earlier, much more enjoyable happenings. Upon being forcibly dragged into that ‘rippling beast's’ lair, I had been all but sure of my, then, inevitable demise. But against all expectations, or more specifically the singular presumption of death, I had lived! ‘Not just that, I LEARNED!’.
I learned a multitude of new and intriguing things! Furthermore, I had even solidified my hypothesis relating to the Noisy Ones and the plethora of confounding sounds in which they produce. ‘They all MEAN something!’. Ecstatic and all but fluttering with excitement, I did a modest saltate around my ‘CAGE’, that's what the slick, cold rock structure enveloped in the mystifying, verdant green barrier of glistening light is called! I continued to bob and prance about merril-THUNK! Slamming into one of the cage’s sturdy bars, my joyous jig came to an abrupt halt; My now tacky, gelatinous form slowly peeling itself from off against the cage's slick interior, steadily slinking me back towards the ground. Plop!
Dazed, I shifted upwards; My cerulean body slowly reverted into its optimal form. Glancing to the side of the ‘hole’, I gazed upon the resting silhouette of ‘Miss Sweetie’; The burly being that had aided in teaching me oh-so many new words! ‘There is onion, chard, plate, pantry, food, get in the, cage, Miss Sweetie, Nuki, idiot, slime, and stew!’. Elated by what I had managed to retain, little it may be, I at least knew that I could finally start to tackle this exciting new discovery core-on. Absentmindedly wobbling a bit, I continued to ponder on the day’s additional antics; Most notably that of the ‘Nuki’. I had been wholly belligerent to said soul for, well, apparent reasons. And although I still haven’t an inkling of a clue as to why it had elected to take me ‘here’; I can’t fully blame it for its method of containing me. Were I tasked as such, and allotted this stupid ‘Cage’; I see absolutely no future in which I DIDN'T use said cage I had been provided. ‘I mean... What if it WAS dangerous? I haven’t but a clue as to what most things CAN do...’. And with this logic, I shouldn’t be incensed to such a high degree; But I am nonetheless. Well, just a tad~bit, is all. It did feed me and it hadn’t truly ever hurt me, either.
Pivoting to the side, I continued to gaze upon the sleeping behemoth, as I, myself, attempted to do the same; Unfortunately, with little found success...
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Morning -
Rustle~ Rustle~
“...”
THUD!
Thoroughly roused and startled, I hurdled-THUNK! ...Twitchy; I gradually slump down from the cage’s chilled, unbudging ‘rock’ roof. ‘Dammit, I hate this...’. Softly splatting below, I sluggishly turn my attention towards the origin of the unnerving sound. Stirring about was Miss Sweetie, without any of the ‘furs’ and ‘hides’ that ordinarily adorn its pale, fleshy figure. Scooting over to get a better lo-’HEY!’. My cage is immediately shrouded in darkness, save for a few thin, dotted splotches of illuminance; As one of its larger ‘furs’ envelopes the quaint enclosure. Pouting, I survey my surroundings, when I am drawn to a queer, circular patch of light. Glancing above the incongruous oddity; I note upon the waving folds of ‘fur’ drooping down and in between the barred roof of the cage. ‘Huh... They can go through the green barrier; Kinda like that ‘hero’ of mine from before. So can things enter, but just not leave?’. Studying the sizable tuck in which said light had flooded in from; I curiously leapt through the opening, inquiringly studious as to its inner structure. Squirming through the maze-like area; I managed to pop myself through yet another, much larger opening. Settled, I began to scan my newfound destination.
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Staggering, I’m thrown into a stupefied daze; My body virtually resonating through my sheer, unbridled exhilaration, producing ripples spanning across its brilliant surface. ‘I’m out... I'M OUT!’. Not only was it so that objects could freely enter the cage; But said objects could also BLOCK OFF the verdant green barrier which woes me so. At liberty once more, I cautiously, and with much deliberation, inched over the exposed rods of rock barring the roof of my cage; Maneuvering carefully as to not tumble back in. Bounding off of the cage’s sheened, unnaturally slick rim, I slip; The minor miscalculation stranding me in dire straits. Desperately flailing about, airborne and gyrating, I manage to cling on to Miss Sweetie’s ‘large hide’; Dragging it down slightly as I toil to create a foothold, scrunching it up in the process.
“Blurbl...”
Emitting a prolonged blurbl of relief, I resumed my cautious, yet hasty break; Solaced by my eminent freedom. Struggling up the vibrant ‘hide’ in which the Noisy One had previously been under, I at long last managed to squirm over the steep edge; Landing square atop the colorful, gargantuan object. Pulsating, I tremble heavily as my quivering, cerulean body rhythmically ripples due to exhaustion. Still heaving, I momentarily paused to glance to the side; Past Miss Sweetie, still absorbed in its ‘furs’, before stilling upon an oddly shaped ‘hide’. Immediately, I found my core dilating rapidly; My interest thoroughly peaked. Invigorated once more, I shuffled towards the engrossing object; Fully enthralled by the peculiar discovery. Scrutinizing the curious finding, I opt to probe its pleasantly soft yet rugged surface.
‘Curious... It seems to be similar to, if not the same as, the other furs that the Noisy Ones customarily adorn themselves in. But why though... Oh well! Only one way to find out!’. And with that, I casually slipped into the eccentric, awkwardly folded accessory; Bespoke not to my proportions in any way whatsoever. Wildly thrashing about nearly immediately, I sorely reviewed this impromptu decision of mine. I had gone in blind; Without any forethought much less. Pouting, I continued to ceaselessly strugg-’!?’
Suddenly, my surroundings began to lift, leaving me airborne and suspended; Caught in a bout of bewildered shock. Before I suitably, by the whims of gravity, descended through a lengthy and especially narrow passage of the curios’ fuzzy ‘hide’. Spiraling violently as I messily funnel from towards a tight opening; I repeatedly slam against the ‘hide’s’ now taut sides as I am haphazardly jerked about. ‘PLOP!’. Squeezed through the tapered opening with surprising force, I am all but shot across Miss Sweetie’s lair.
‘’SWIISH’-KERPLUNK!’
And with that, I collided against the-surprisingly-dense wall of ‘dead trees’; Fervently cursing my inane plight all the while as I started to reform my viscous body. My cerulean-blue slime shifting; The gelatinous mass steadily encompasses my scintillating, sakura-pink core. Finished, I sluggishly began the arduous task that is slinking down a wall; For something like the fourth time in just today alone. Sticking the landing, albeit sloppily, I tur-!!!
Startled, I bound back and... ‘Oh... It's just Miss Sweetie... Actually, depending on the circumstances, I’d rather it be a pack of wolves...Well whatever.’. Reassured that I, most likely, wouldn’t die a painful death; I lowered my heightened stance. Studying the creature's chiseled face, I watched as it chuckled. ‘HMPH!...’, pouting, my mass billows slightly; ‘IT'S NOT FUNNY!’. Thoroughly peeved by the insensitive behavior stemming from the bedeviling mound of muscle; I swivel away, slightly embarrassed.
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Plop!
Joggling slightly upon landing, I sheepishly glance around the area in which Miss Sweetie prepares the food for the other Noisy Ones; My manacore still a smidge redder than normal. ‘At least I got a ‘consolation prize’.’. Vibrating, I stare at one of the reflective rocks propped up against a dusty corner. The ‘bandana’, a lovely and alluring hue of royal-yellow; Rests atop my body in the form of a large bowknot. Ravishing. Cooing gleefully, I flounce about, twisting and turning frequently to admire it at all angles. Miss Sweetie had tried to put a hoop of it around me to keep it attached; But I found that it could basically fuse to me if I hardened my tacky gel around its bottom half. Freed from the hassle of a strap; I continued to marvel upon my newfound accessory. Moderately pleased by the day's eventual happenings.