“Hey wait! Mister, wait!” I yell at the stranger. He obviously seemed to be the leader of the men fighting further down the hallway. Turning around and glaring at me, he condescendingly asks, “How may I help you?”
Puffing my cheeks out, I start to remonstrate him. “Don’t you know that you have to carry me now?” I inquire. Looking at me dumbfounded, he opens his mouth to say something, but with my prior experience in scolding people, I take the opportunity to cut him off and continue. “Not only did you not carry the damsel in distress out of danger, you even tried to walk away without taking responsibility! What kind of hero are you? Huh? You are so lousy, you didn’t even offer to buy me a single pillow!” I scream at him.
Red-faced from the exertion, I cross my hands in front of my chest and wait for him to respond. He has to pay attention to me now. On the way out, I’ll just have to make sure he sets me for life. Finally finding his bearings, he mutters a few things to himself before saying, “What are you on?” Staring at him, I realize he is expecting an answer.
“What do you mean? I’m on the first floor. What are you on?” I ask confused. Holding his mouth and smirking to no one in particular, he looks at me and asks, “Are you taking drugs? Did they bite you? Did you eat something questionable?” Realizing his intention, I proudly say, “I do not take drugs. I don’t think they bit me and I did eat something questionable!” I never understood why people got nervous when asked easy questions. It’s when people ask math problems and uncommon trivia that you should get nervous.
“Oh? What kind of questionable substance did you consume miss?” He asks intrigued. “Eye of Beholder! It was a bit bland and soupy but the worst part is that I think Thomas coughed on it. In fact, I know he did. He always seemed to be a little sick for a human. With all the lack of ability and all. I mean, everyone should be able to at least be potty trained right? He always seemed to be dying right outside the bathroom, never able to get to it. It was sad, I almost pitied him.”
Massaging the sides of his head, he asks, “Are you always this brutally honest and oblivious?” Flashing my pearly white teeth, I beam, “Yup! I was told to never change by several people!” Smiling, he nervously asks, “I already saved you, so what more do you want miss?” Triumphantly cornering my savior I say, “First you have to carry me to safety. You also need to make me set for life, so a few pillows would do. Oh yeah. I also need you to take me back to my room.”
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Sighing, he gestures for me to follow him. Rejoicing I jump at his back and transform into a slime. Landing on his head, I get comfortable. Feeling some questionable fluid on his head I ask, “Mister! Mister, there's something on your head, It’s making your hair all stiff and smells like lavender. Should I clean it up for you?” Raising his eyebrows he says, “First, no don’t clean it off, its gel. Second, what are you doing? Why are you on my head?”
“Simple, I’m being carried. I told you right? You have to carry me out of danger. Since we are going towards danger, I should also be carried. Are you sure you’re my savior? You sure don’t know much.” I ask skeptically. He didn’t even know the basic rules of saving people.
Laughing bitterly, he says, “Whatever, just chalk it up to me being new at this.” Riding his head, I pass the bodies of several of those monstrous things. Reaching the door to my room I jump off of his head. Apparently, I surprised me because he grabs my gelatinous body from the air. Trying to hold me up, he holds me against his chest. Placing me back on his head, he walks into the room. “I just need my pillow and the bundle of stuff in the corner,” I say. Since he won’t let me off, he’ll just have to do the work himself.
If slimes could gape, I would probably be able to fit a pillow in my mouth. He simply flicks his wrist at my pillow and it appears in his hand. Turning to my stuff, He frowns and decides to pick it up manually. The bundle I had tied securely seemed to have come apart, spilling the contents on the ground. Gathering my stuff in a pile, he pulls the corners together and ties them up.
Handing something to one of his underlings, he carries me through the hallway. “Hey! Hey, why are you smiling? Come on! Tell me, I love jokes.” I pester as he had a faraway look while he was smiling. Suddenly broken from his thoughts he asks, ”What was your name again? I didn’t quite catch it.”
Not wanting to be a pushover, I say, “Don’t you know it’s good manners to introduce yourself first? Why do I get the feeling you didn’t come to save me?” Smiling, he replies, “Oh, I definitely came for you miss. I am known as Regius Warper, or more commonly as the Prince behind the curtains.” Huffing I say, “Well I’m Winowna, commonly known as Queen of the Slimes.” I wasn’t lying, Wilbur always called me that. Chuckling, he says, “I notice that miss Winowna doesn’t have a last name. If you don’t mind, I can give you a place to work and a last name befitting a queen?”
Thinking about it, I add a condition, “That's fine, but you still have to buy me some pillows. A good hero sets the damsel for life!” Smirking, I notice that the princes eight eyes seem to have turned much brighter. For the first time, he beams and says, “Then it’s settled, you can join my family. Your name is now Winowna Warper and you will work for me.” Feeling like I fell into a trap, I noncommittally say, “Yea… Thanks, I guess?”