I am in pain, I tripped over a ledge whilst pondering my future and that's led me to where I am now. Currently, I am hiding in a cave with a big phosphor Gordo, while outside there are several hangry pink rock Largos that are searching for me. I barely got out of there with my life. My right foot is broken and my left ankle is sprained. Just as I had gotten up from falling one of those egregious cunts crushed my foot badly, and with all that adrenaline coursing through me as I lifted the rolling bastard with my own hands, it caused me to sprain my ankle as turning suddenly and lifting heavy weight is a recipe for pain.
My hands are bloody, the adrenaline is starting to wear off, and there's a sharp coursing pain every time I touch my foot, the bone shards must be cutting up my flesh in there. It will take ages to heal, maybe even longer as the gashes on my back are still covered in scabs. Fuck I don't want to be here anymore, I want to go home, I want to not be covered in blood god damn it.
I can see worry in the Gordo's eyes as I lay on the ground facing it, there is too much human emotion on that face, it doesn't have any facial muscles or anything, yet it still manages to convey an emotion. It's pitying me.
I feel so cold, there's a shiver crawling up my spine but it is crawling too slow. My eyes start to dart around, not out of conscious thought but out of instinct, a primal urge, a flurry of untapped knowledge from my ancestors could erupt at any moment. But it didn't.
The cavern was damp, musty, and covered in mushrooms, the only peculiarity that made it different was that there was a mound of cube-like fruits, that looked like strawberries too. It was clear that someone was planning to pop the Gordo, maybe get a slime key, or maybe get something out of a crate or two. I wouldn't say they were trying to get pure phosphor slimes, those are common enough everywhere. Wherever there isn't light, there's something else that's going to provide the light.
Why am I even thinking about the logic behind the cuberries sitting in the corner, I am fucking dying. My head is starting to feel lighter and lighter, thoughts are becoming more and more muddled up and foggy. The Cuberries, there's a decent chance that if I feed them to the Gordo I can maybe get something to help me.
How many Cuberries are there? I count 26, that should be enough, and one more. Since the cuberries aren't decomposing I can be certain that whoever left them out is going to come back a bit later on. Maybe in a few hours, before I was afraid of meeting her, but now she's my saving grace, Beatrix I mean. She would certainly help a wounded young man such as I, right?
I just need to survive until then.
Easier said than done.
The neat stack of cuberries was quickly undone by yours truly, and the fruit's weight in my hand held me grounded, I knew that as long I was holding this fruit I would be alive, when my grip failed I'll be dead.
Boom!
I can hear the pink rock Largos smash into walls without discrimination.
Each cuberry fit into my hand neatly, each cuberry launched fell into the Gordo's mouth with a plop, the Gordo expanded outwards with each different cuberry. Suddenly the sound of a balloon being stretched filled the cavern, the Gordo's eyes snapped open as it tried to keep itself from splitting into different slimes. It looked at me with betrayal in its eyes, I know this isn't painful for it, I need to survive.
A sickening sound of stretching rubber filled the cavern, the Gordo's eyes snapped open suddenly, it could no longer expand, perhaps this was how slimes reproduced but I had no say in these things right now, I was bleeding out and it wasn't happening very slowly either.
Pop!
Suddenly the Gordo burst into 10 well-fed and joyful phosphor slimes, slimes that almost certainly did not care about me as they spread across the cavern, finding places to lounge as if that was the purpose of their existence. However, the Gordo didn't just pop and leave behind phosphor slimes, no there were two crates left behind after the fat bastard's demise.
The first crate was wooden and plain, inside were the sounds of a chicken clucking and the rustling of coins, presumably whatever currency they used in this part of the galaxy. But my eyes were set on the other crate, a crate wrapped in ribbon. What I wanted was not the crate no, instead, it was the ribbon I needed.
The ribbon, once unwrapped and set in a straight line was about 5 meters, with the sharp stones lying around the cavern I could probably separate it into segments, and with those segments I could patch myself up a bit, probably stop my bleeding. If I break the crate in a certain way I could probably make a pseudo-cast for my broken foot, but that was the most I could do.
I need medical attention goddamnit.
I regret what I said about this place being decent I want to go home I don't want to die.
Fuck, focus.
Rip
I tore the ribbon with the sharpest stone I could find, although I felt even more lightheaded by the end, if I wasn't done with this fast I would pass out, and being unconscious is the worst-case scenario right now.
Quickly I tightened the ribbon segments around my bleeding hands, the pressure will help the blood coagulate and harden, I need these to scab over as soon as possible. I tied a broken piece of the crate to my broken foot, even if it won't help as a cast it will act as a shoe, maybe prevent an infection or something. I can't think straight, fuck.
I feel so dizzy, but if I sit I know I won't get up, the best I can do for myself is lean against the wall. The phosphor slimes lit up the cavern pretty well, my eyes glazed over the view. If I was in less dire circumstances I would enjoy this a whole lot more I'm sure about that.
Alright my mind is regaining some clarity, I won't go into shock thank goodness.
I need a plan.
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Slimes can sleep, right? Around night time I could probably sneak out of the cave, I can't insure my safety from the Largos but the other choice is staying here and waiting for Beatrix, a solid choice, but a dangerous one maybe. We were never truly told how Beatrix was as a person, it was all up to the player to choose. After all being kind to people gained you a lot of benefits but I knew a lot of people who would throw slimes into incinerators for funsies.
I'd rather die than get seen naked, but on the other hand, dying is a little painful so I have to consider my options.
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Sorry I couldn't get the chapters to you people, the fanfic writer curse has struck and I am under the effects of a pretty terrible cold, that and under the pressure of many assignments which is becoming an issue now that I've started writing again.