Slime °^•

You had fallen asleep at your desk after hours of work, the window open letting in the cool night air. While you slept, a purple slime silently crept in, leaving a trail of slime in its wake, and slowly began to envelop the entire chair without you noticing.

When you awoke to the wet sensation, it was too late. The slime closed its body around you, immobilizing your arms, legs, and torso against the backrest as it tightened its grip, holding you trapped in the chair while it watched you with quiet attention.