Squirming around, I start to stare at my guardian. It was pacing in anger while occasionally glancing at me. Putting on my best puppy dog eyes, I wiggle my slime jelly and act cute, “Please Wilbur, I just wanted a goblin. I didn’t know that it would hurt someone!”

Wilbur, who is currently in the form of an elderly elf glares at me. He liked the form so much, that he even went into the castle town and had a suit tailored to it. His fondness to it extends to his daily schedule as well. Every morning, he gets up and grooms his beard before trimming it short. He combs his hair and grooms his eyebrows. He even takes the time to remove any hairs growing in his nose. I once asked him why he cares so much for a simple form when he could just maintain the original state with just a thought and he said, “You’ll understand one day. When you find something or someone you like, you will be reluctant to change your form. You will even go as far as letting yourself age.”

“Just wanted a goblin huh? Just great, Winowna! Not only did that little varmint kill an adventurer it even tried to eat him, You know that we have to follow strict rules to live near the capitol right? Remember the Dungeon Neighbor law? Tell me! What does the law say? Tell me! Come on! Tell me!” He berates me.

On the verge of spilling tears, I reply while sniveling, “It says that no dungeon when occupying a space near another settlement is allowed to spawn harmful monsters. All Dungeons who fail to comply will be promptly exterminated. Wilbur? Do I have to die?”

Softening as he stares at my teary eyes, he says, “No. Don’t worry about it. I’ll pull some strings, but you won’t be able to live with me anymore. I talked to the mayor last night, with some incentives, he agreed to stage a fake death.”

Sighing with relief, some of my tears streak down my gelatinous body. “Where will I go? Do I find another Guardian Wilbur?” I ask with concern.

Bending down to pat my head, Wilbur says, “You will live in the castle city with one of my acquaintances. Remember Winowna, you are no longer a dungeon. You are Winowna the adventurer.”

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I jiggle happily under his hand until he takes it away. Remembering what he just said, I Ask him, “But Wilbur, there aren’t any dungeons around here to explore. All of them are peaceful and don’t require exploring. What will I do as an adventurer? Do I have to clean the sewers like the weak ones?”

Wilbur laughs and says, ”Don’t worry about that. My acquaintance is a pretty high ranked adventurer. He will take you to all sorts of places.” Pausing, he looks at me hard and says, “Remember Winowna, you can’t let anyone know you're a dungeon. Not even other dungeons.”

“Yes, Wilbur!” I reply excitedly. Living as a peaceful dungeon wasn’t bad at all, but it starts to get boring when you can just generate materials in exchange for other materials. Monetary needs no longer bother you and you often find yourself wanting some excitement. If not for the various restrictions against dungeons excelling in society, I bet the world would have been run by our kind.

“Wilbur, will you come to see me?” I ask anxiously. Not only has Wilbur cared for me for the last 19 years, but he has also been a close friend of my parents. To me he was my only parent, separating from him seems to be impossible. I mean, he wouldn’t leave me, right?

Giving me a funny look, he whispers, “I’m not that lucky.” Straining my ears to hear him, he talks louder, “Of course not, I have to babysit you once in a while, but you can’t be in your slime form after tonight. Even in my dungeon. Got it?”

“Yup! Crystal clear.” I cheerfully answer. I get to go to dangerous places, meet new people, and get to stay with Wilbur! Things couldn’t be better. The only downside is that I can no longer be a dungeon.

I slowly roll my self up to my room. I’ve so much to pack. I’ve got so much to do. Busying myself with gathering my belongings, I hum a local bar ditty. Getting caught in the tune I fail to notice Wilbur until he coughs into a loose fist. “*cough* Winowna, While you’re at it you may want to consider your new form. I suggest a human or beast man. Of course, your name will have to change if you take a male form. I wanted you to find your favorite form naturally, but I’m going to have to rush you. Think about it tonight.” he says while avoiding eye contact. As he leaves, I could tell he was sad. His normally stiff and tight posture was slovenly and he had a slight slouch. Even his head was held a bit lower than normal.

Let’s see, if I’m staying in a human-dominated capitol, it’s common sense that I’d want to be a human. Now, although being female sounds great, Wilbur often says that their males can take more of a beating. I guess I can try them both out and decide later.  Ruminating on my to-be permanent form, I quietly finish packing my belongings.

“Wilbur, I’m packed!” I scream down the hallway. Popping his head out of his room he says, “Clean the room up. We have to leave in an hour to meet the mayor. Make yourself presentable. You know, with some clothes and a humanoid body.”

Rolling back into my room, I start rapidly rolling around, absorbing all of the dust and trash lying around. Let's be honest, no one cleans the dust out of every hidden corner and picks up every candy wrapper right? Dissolving a wad of wrappers, I slowly drag my stuff into the living room.

Two hours later, the dungeon known as Winowna was executed privately.