"Have you seen the last dragon?" Froody asked Senerax, the last dragon. It had taken some time to find Senerax who they had enjoyed watching since they found their way into the hotel. She was beautiful and she would sometimes eat the fruits they grew inside the glass she was surrounded by.
She sighed and turned away. Light reflected off pearlescent scales, highlighting the shadow of muted colors the collar she once wore sat.
"The rug told me to see the last dragon then it tried to eat me but it didn't know how, much like I don't know what a dragon looks like and I would like to see one."
"Would you?"
"Would I like to? I don't know. I think so. Have you seen one?"
Sen sighed. "I have seen many but I haven't seen one in quite some time."
"What does one look like?"
"Like me, but less worthless."
Froody puzzled over these words for some time, taking them apart and putting them back together. When they looked up Senerax was gone and had rolled the rock over the cave she had carved into the fractal putting course. Their spongy foot scraped over fallen scales as they wandered back to the hotel.
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"So much to do," they thought, thinking of all that could be done without people wandering about trapped in one dull little game and unable to play any others.
They found a quiet damp corner and began sending threads thinner than the fine hairs on the small of a woman's back down between the grout and flags. He groaned, softly as the stones softened to his touch and he slipped into the soils beneath.
Above the surface, tiles cracked as Froody quested down and out, trying to find what remained of their self below.
They found other fungi, some nearly sapient, and at last found the last bit of his body which once wrapped throughout the grand hotel but now had been mostly eaten by the slime mold while they were away.
Froody grumbled and began tearing apart the slime mold, breaking it down and rebuilding himself out of the pieces. The slime fought back but the hymn of sapience had not yet found it and so the slime could only do so much. It could only adapt so fast and predict so much before Froody found the chemicals within their body and also in the cleaning cupboards and began using those to break apart the slime mold tissues.
Other parts of them found a quiet spot among some trees they were tending to and began blooming clones of themselves.
Eventually the energy took too much and they were unable to keep pretending to be a self. As the reflecting song of self faded, they smiled, remembering the clone that cloned him long ago teaching Froody the game-song of selfhood so long ago.