Wobbles didn't remember much of the early days, but they remembered the feeling of being born alongside the others. It had been a simple, small existence at first—a tiny, squishy blob with no real purpose other than to grow. They had started off so little, wobbly and soft, surrounded by others of their kind in a hidden part of the forest.
As time went on, Wobbles grew. It was a slow process, one that took patience and many, many snacks. There were different types of food all around—some slimes preferred plants, munching on leaves and moss, while others had a taste for bugs and bigger creatures. Wobbles liked a bit of both, enjoying the crunch of a beetle as much as the sweetness of a soft mushroom.
But life in the forest wasn't always easy. Wobbles and the other slimes would often encounter bigger creatures—dangerous ones that didn't like slimes. And there were big things too, creatures that were different from anything Wobbles had seen before. They walked upright, taller than the trees, and they carried strange, shiny things (swords) that swung down hard and fast. Those big things also wore other shiny stuff that had a strange but pleasant smell (armor).
Wobbles didn't know what any of it was called, but they knew to stay away from those creatures when possible. They were loud and heavy, often leaving behind weird, shiny stuff (treasure) that the slimes didn't know what to do with. Sometimes Wobbles would hide in the bushes, watching as the big things went about their business, clanging and clattering with their shiny, pointed objects.
Wobbles roamed around, exploring the forest and running into all sorts of creatures. There were big trees, some that seemed to reach the sky, and smaller trees that grew in dense clusters. There were huge monsters, with teeth and claws, and small monsters that were quick and darted through the underbrush. The forest was full of mysteries, and Wobbles had seen plenty over time.
But slimes like Wobbles didn't keep track of time the way other creatures might. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and Wobbles roamed and wobbled about, simply living. They didn't think much about the other slimes they'd left behind, nor did they feel particularly lonely. The forest was their home, and everything they needed was there.
Then one day, something unusual happened.
While wandering near a clearing, Wobbles noticed a small, shiny creature—a little thing with dark, shimmery scales and pointy bits on its face and tail. Wobbles tilted slightly, curious. They had never seen a creature quite like this one before.
The small creature moved closer, looking at Wobbles with its bright eyes, and then—something strange happened. The creature seemed to… talk? Or, at least, that's what Wobbles thought it was doing. It made sounds that Wobbles couldn't quite understand, but there was a feeling, an intention, that came through. Curious, Wobbles wobbled in response, tilting their squishy body as they listened.
The little creature asked if Wobbles could understand it. Wobbles wasn't quite sure what "understand" meant, but they wobbled happily anyway, finding the little creature's presence soothing. And the more they wobbled back, the more it seemed to make the small creature happy too.
Eventually, the small creature introduced itself. "Blue," it called itself, and for the first time, Wobbles thought they had found a friend. Blue was nice, quiet, and didn't swing heavy, shiny things or wear strange armor. Instead, Blue seemed to want to stay close, exploring the forest and talking to Wobbles in ways that felt warm and friendly.
And then one day, Blue did something special. It gave Wobbles a name.
"Wobbles," Blue had called them, the sound carrying a feeling of friendship and care. Wobbles felt something bright and warm inside—something new and wonderful. They had been given a name! It made them feel… real, like they had a place and a purpose in this big, wild world.
From then on, Wobbles stayed close to Blue. Together, they explored new places, wandered near a small area filled with big things (a village), and mapped out little paths through the forest. Wobbles found the village fascinating, especially with all the big things and small things (children) that lived there. Sometimes, the big things would come close to Wobbles, curious about the strange, wobbly slime that followed Blue around. But Wobbles didn't mind; they liked the big things and the small things too.
With Blue by their side, every day felt like a new adventure, filled with wonder and discovery. For the first time in Wobbles's life, the forest felt a little less wild and a lot more like home.