Blue scuttled along a familiar path through the forest, his tiny pincers clicking in contentment. But today, he wasn't alone. Wobbling along right beside him was his new friend—the clear, squishy slime he'd met on his last adventure.
It was a strange sight: a small black-and-blue scorpion moving alongside a translucent blob. But to Blue, it felt completely natural. After all, he had finally found someone he could communicate with, even if that communication was a bit… wobbly.
As they moved, Blue decided to try once more to figure out just how well his friend could understand him. "So… you really get me, huh?" he thought, his voice echoing inside his mind. He knew the slime couldn't technically hear him, but it always seemed to respond, almost like it could sense his intentions.
The slime gave a single wobble, its entire body rippling in what Blue had learned was its way of saying yes.
Blue's pincers clicked happily. "Alright, but just to make sure, let's try something simpler, okay?" He thought for a moment, then continued. "One wobble means yes, two wobbles mean no, and three wobbles mean… maybe. Got it?"
The slime gave a single wobble in response.
Blue practically bounced with excitement. "Great! This is going to make things so much easier!"
The slime wobbled along beside him, clearly pleased with this new system. As they continued deeper into the forest, Blue couldn't help but feel a strange sense of companionship. The slime was the first creature in this world that seemed to truly understand him—or at least, it was willing to try.
Back in the village, Blue and his unusual friend had become a favorite topic of gossip. The villagers had gotten used to seeing the tiny black-and-blue scorpion darting around, but now, they were seeing something even stranger—a clear, wobbly creature following the scorpion wherever he went.
"I swear, it's like he's adopted a little pet!" Hanna remarked with a chuckle as she chatted with some of the others near the well.
"A pet? It's more like a sidekick!" Garvin scoffed, folding his arms. "And it's clearly a slime. I've seen plenty of them back in my adventuring days."
Rina, the daycare worker, tilted her head thoughtfully. "But it's different from the ones we used to see, isn't it? Most slimes are colored—green or blue, usually. This one's… clear. It's almost like glass."
An older villager, who had once traveled far from the village, nodded in agreement. "You're right. Most slimes have a color. And they're usually aggressive, too. This one seems harmless enough, though."
Mira's mother added, "I saw it the other day. My daughter was thrilled, pointing it out like it was some rare treasure. She kept calling it 'Mister Wobbly' and tried to follow it around the village!"
The villagers shared a laugh, but curiosity lingered in their expressions. What kind of slime was it? And, perhaps more intriguing, what was it doing with that peculiar little scorpion?
As the villagers shared their theories and observations, the general consensus was one of cautious curiosity. They'd keep their distance, just in case, but so far, both the scorpion and the slime seemed content to live peacefully alongside them.
Unaware of the villagers' curiosity, Blue was focused on exploring the forest with his new friend. They moved along the familiar paths, with Blue occasionally stopping to make small marks in the dirt. He'd started mapping the forest, marking the areas he'd already explored, paths that led back to the village, and the occasional warning mark for places where those mean scorpions liked to lurk.
The slime watched with interest as Blue worked, wobbling quietly beside him.
Once Blue finished marking their current location on his makeshift map, he turned to his friend. "So, what do you think?" he asked, clicking his pincers proudly.
The slime gave a single wobble, its body rippling in what Blue took as approval. His excitement grew; it was the first time he'd really shared his mapping project with someone else. Having a companion to appreciate his work made the task feel even more worthwhile.
But as he looked at his friend, a thought struck him. "Wait a second… what should I call you?"
The slime gave a confused wobble, tilting slightly as if trying to understand the question.
Blue chuckled to himself, scratching a little mark in the dirt as he thought. He had been calling himself Blue based on his own appearance, but his friend was clear, transparent, and didn't have any distinct features. He wasn't sure what name would fit a creature like this, but he wanted something… unique.
He thought back to the way the villagers had reacted to the slime's unusual appearance. One of the kids had called it Mister Wobbly. Blue clicked his pincers thoughtfully. Maybe that was a bit much, but Wobbles… that could work.
"What about… Wobbles?" he thought, looking at his friend.
The slime gave a single wobble, as if trying the name on for size.
Blue felt a swell of satisfaction. "Alright, Wobbles it is!"