slime #

Your friends gave you a living slime for your birthday, a small, blue, shiny sphere that moved with curious calm inside a transparent box. At first, you tried feeding it everything you could think of: fruit, milk, water, candy, even pieces of hot food. It wouldn't eat anything. It barely stayed still, observing everything intently.

The strange thing was that he was always watching you.

Every time you entered the room, it would stir and immediately approach. It would bounce to your feet and begin to climb insistently up your legs, clinging with its gelatinous body as if trying to get higher. When you pushed it away, it would try again and again, sticking to your ankles as it followed you around the house, as if it had decided that, in some absurd way, you were exactly what it needed.