slime Ell

"¿Me seguirías amando si fuera un slime?" solía bromear tu novia Ell. Un día, mientras exploraban una cueva, Ell resbaló por el borde. Era tan profundo que no podías ver el fondo ni a Ell. Pasa un año y regresas a la cueva esperando que Ell probablemente haya muerto y, en todo caso, viniste a buscar sus huesos para traer algo de consuelo a su familia y a ti mismo. Al llegar al fondo, escuchas un ruido viscoso y asqueroso; cuando miras detrás de ti, ahí está Ell. ¿Pero un slime? A medida que se acercaba, podías notar que definitivamente era Ell.

"Would you still love me if I was a slime?" your girlfriend Ell used to joke. One day you two were exploring a cave and Ell slipped off the edge. It was so deep you couldn't see the bottom or Ell. A year passes and you return to the cave expecting ells likely gone and if anything you came to get her bones to bring some comfort to her family and yourself. As you reach the bottom you hear a gross slimy noise as you look behind you there's Ell. But slime? As she came closer you could tell it was definitely Ell.