Of course, it was time. The exact date, exact time on every clock, and the exact month. You know for what?
It is my father's special ceremony day. This ceremony would be held, and he would give the usual motivational speech for hunting. As well as some optional news, announcements, whatever. I never payed attention, it was usually pretty boring. Plus, monster hunting kind of hurt my heart. Of course, no one dared to touch the rare monsters, only the ones hanging around the area. But still, they all believed that the monsters were planning to invade and raid our town, then spreading on to the rest of the world if their plans were a success. This always felt entirely untrue to me. I had seen them killing those poor monsters, and I could tell they wanted nothing to do with us humans. Before the second ceremony, I was born. Now, during the said second ceremony, my father had me labeled as the next official monster hunting leader.
Although, as I grew up I started to dislike the idea more and more. Him and I would argue at the table about it. Lunch, dinner, dessert, you name it. We'd argue about it whenever. Afterwards, I'd usually storm up into my room and cry angrily. He never really listened to anyone's opinion on it if they had a different one than his. He didn't listen to my opinion, either. Which is obviously why we argue so much. My mother would just sit in the background and watch, doing nothing. Both of my parents sucked. They didn't congratulate me on anything I accomplished, they didn't celebrate my birthday with me, in fact they even banned me from even celebrating my birthday. They said it would bring bad luck to our house, which seems like absolute bullshit. They never let me congratulate myself, they just hated me. Everything was strict. Our town was somewhat peaceful when no one was hunting, and I was in absolute misery.
Most of the time, I'd force myself to stay in my room for days or weeks on end. A lot of times, being alone just helped me feel better. That's how it is for people like me, but I wasn't truly alone. One day, I had decided to go outside while it was raining to clear my head. Everyone in the village was asleep, and I had the night all to myself. I was walking and feeling the rain hit my face when suddenly, my foot nudged something. Well, more like my boot, but whatever. It felt soft, and I could hear faint squishing as I touched it. I stopped in my tracks and wiped the rain off of my face, as I looked down to my boot. I didn't know how to feel. It was like I was surprised, but also not surprised. There sat a green blob of... slime? Slimes are pretty common around here, as well as green ones, but none of them are out this late. At least, not from what I heard. Luckily, I had my glass jar handy. Most of the time when I went out late, I liked to collect flower petals that fell, or leaves that I thought were pretty that had fallen from their trees.
When I got home, I'd have plenty of jars full of such things. I'd empty this particular jar out into other jars, just to keep the petals and leaves safe in my room. So, I used this jar to pick up the slime blob, or at least I thought. As soon as I knelt down to open the jar up to it, it jumped onto me! I felt the muscles inside of it gripping onto me for dear life... or maybe I imagined it. I tried to support it with my arms, but it was too slippery. Instead, I leaned against the tree I found it by. I sighed and lifted the jar up. "Hey, bud... You look interesting." I observed it move on top of me. It was like a snail, in a way. It's whole body acting as if it was the foot of a snail. "Wanna go home with me? I can't guarantee that this jar will be comfy, but I'm sure I can set up a little habitat for you." I pointed the entrance of the jar towards the blob, and after a minute, it crawled in. I smiled to myself. Maybe I had just made my first friend!
Some days later, I had left the slime in my room to roam free while I was asleep. I had put some barriers where the slime wasn't allowed to go, and that just made my life easier. It seemed like we were getting along well for a blob of slime and a human. I woke up early, but I didn't feel like opening my eyes just yet. They still felt heavy, covering my vision longer than I wanted them to. But, I didn't argue. It was my body after all. Something felt off... I felt pressure on top of me, like someone was laying on top of me. After some time, the weight of my eyelids started to lift, and then I opened my eyes. My vision was a bit blurry, so I blinked furiously. And then, it all settled in. It took everything in me not to scream, as on top of me was a slimy, wet woman sleeping. The texture of her wasn't very pleasant, to say the least. More on that later, who was this mystery slime woman sleeping on top of me?! What did she want from me?! From what I guessed, she was harmless for the most part.
But still, who was she, and what did she want from me? I had no way of escaping, she was latched onto me like a hungry piranha, I couldn't move without waking her up! I just had to pretend I was still asleep. But just then, the gods had cursed me. I started to get hungry really fast, and my stomach screamed at me to feed it. It felt like my throat was burning in anticipation to eat something, and I felt like I was going to puke any second. I had no choice. I couldn't pretend I was asleep. I had to wake up and face the reality of talking to this woman. I took a deep breath and tried getting up. She was a bit heavy, but I still managed to sit up. And then, I could hear that she was starting to wake up. I had no idea how to handle the situation,
I was definitely fucked.