Mimic Slime Story: Ch2 · 1:50am Aug 3rd, 2020
How do these keep happening? Once again, dear readers, I warmed up my day of writing (in this case some adorably gay clopfic) by writing mentally-twisting horror.
Questions abound as to why I keep this story going, or how long it will last, but if you like reading about dark things exploring the world, this might be fore you.
Accomplice. A new concept. An actor other than myself with a motivation to assist me. Where one such as I might be seen as suspicious, the moment another creature vouches for me, all suspicion is removed. Truly amazing.
I'd assumed a different form, of course, and waited in the big room for my accomplice to find me someone. The female was exceptional at this. The clumsy manner I had been feeding previously was highlighted by the fact that I'd been content in this location for over forty day/night periods, and there was still no suspicion on me.
When my accomplice glanced at me and nodded, I took note of the creature it'd been interacting with. A large specimen, lots of physical food, but it was intelligence I craved. Seeing my accomplice work and select targets made me yearn to grow.
I was in no doubt as to my accomplice's intelligence. It deployed its intelligence nearly constantly whether in my company or not. It had become a constant.
I stood and made my way to my accomplice's room to see the clothing already set out. I'd learned a lot of new things from my accomplice. How to act as it was chief among them. Adjusting my shape, I sloughed out of the clothes I'd been wearing and nudged them under my accomplice's bed.
My accomplice's form was different, of course, and I'd had to practice it a lot, though my accomplice had been upset about that. I still didn't understand everything it felt and did, but the puzzle it offered me was too interesting to consider it a food source.
Softer. I had to remember that my accomplice was softer. Its clothes were complicated and troublesome to put on, but I'd found they needed to be put on in the right order to look just right.
One such puzzle about my accomplice I was yet to fully understand was its distaste in being present when I fed. This distaste had led to me duplicating it to save it the trouble. And there was a conundrum in myself that I didn't understand. Why did my accomplice's feelings matter to me?
The door opened and I could already detect a stronger hint of alcohol in the air. "Hey there, beautiful, you—you like what you shee?" I could tell by the concentration of chemicals that the creature had rendered what intelligence it may have possessed to zero. The poisons it added to its body mattered not to me.
"Why don't you close the door and kiss me?" The tone was careful to beckon and encourage even less intelligence use than normal. When the creature wobbled forward and put its arms around me, I set one of my accomplice's form's hands on the back of its neck and started to work some acid toward the location.
The creature surprised me by hugging tighter and pressing its lips against my form's own. It never ceased to surprise me how readily these creatures embraced their death.
After my meal, I heard a precisely measured tapping on the door. "Come in."
My accomplice poked its head through the opening it made first, and when the sight appeased it, slid into the room. "Already? You're not going to believe it, but this one even had a warrant out for them. How stupid can these crooks get?"
"I have learned not to judge intelligence until I can taste it, except for one—you." I looked at my accomplice and saw the surprise register in its eyes. I liked surprising it just to see the reactions it invested its time into.
It looked about to say something, but my accomplice blew out air from its mouth and shook its head. "Your compliments are still the oddest thing about you, and that's saying a whole bunch. This tavern's getting a reputation, though. You should probably move on."
Interacting with creatures was normally so guarded, so careful. It was truly enjoyable to converse without restraint. "We."
"At this point, you're probably right. Eventually too many questions will get asked and the city watch will come down on this place with torches." It seemed like it was going to say more, but my accomplice clamped its lips closed.
"Pick another city. We will travel there. It will be trivial to find and set up again." I turned my attention to the mirror and ensured my form was neat and acceptable. "Do you want me to finish up for you?"
"That—that would actually be nice. Thanks." My accomplice seemed so unguarded around me, yet it knew well the danger I was. So many conundrums that I felt were just outside my grasp. I needed more intelligence.
Thankfully, I was getting it.
Each intelligent creature I consumed made the world a little clearer and a little simpler for me to understand. The last one, despite being poisoned with alcohol, had still been a fine and wonderful infusion of energy and mental acuity—intelligence.
"No problems." I adjusted my state so that my voice mimicked my accomplice's perfectly. I'd been in so much contact with it that I could replicate all its mannerisms—though I still couldn't fully realize the intelligence that worked behind the scenes.
Leaving the room, I noted the odd silence from the main room. Edging closer, a new sound reached me.
"What room is she in?" The voice was gruff and sounded like its owner was using a lot of their intelligence—a bad sign for me.
Returning to my accomplice's room, I pointed to the window with one of my form's arms. "We need to go right now. There's someone asking after you, and they don't sound like they want you for the usual services you offer."
My accomplice's face registered shock for just a moment before its hard expression came back. I knew this expression because it often used it when arguing with me. It nodded. "Come on."
I grabbed the bag of coins that we'd gathered from my meals and followed my accomplice out the window, half expecting there to be more intelligence-using creatures outside, but there weren't any.
"Shit, you look like my twin. Can you change your look just a little? Hair. Add a bit of a browner tint to it. Yeah, and green eyes—Not that green—There you go. Come on." Unlike me, my accomplice had grabbed two garments before we'd left. It pulled one around itself and offered me the other.
Large cloaks. If its face was well known, that meant I was best to allay suspicion—I flipped my hood down and let my hair grow yet longer.
If the intelligence-using creature had expected us to flee, it hadn't shown that in the way the city reacted to our departure. No questions were asked as we left behind the find food source I'd come to enjoy.
"This is crazy." Sounding annoyed again, my accomplice tossed its arms in the air. "Why am I doing this to help you? You're not—"
"Why do you do this?" I asked.
It glared at me. "Because, of all the people I've ever met, you're the only one that's ever done anything nice for me. It's fucking stupid, and I hate this world that you are the nicest person I've met."
This was cheating. It had just unwound some of its puzzle for me—but that unwinding presented yet more. "If it matters, you're the smartest and most interesting accomplice I've ever had."
"You love that word, don't you? Aren't I a creature anymore?"
The boiling, burning intelligence it possessed astounded me. "No. I eat creatures."
"Just once I wish you could say something nice without reminding me what you are." Despite my accomplice's words implying dislike, it laughed in a way that stated the opposite. What I thought had been a solved part of its complex problem, was just a veneer to some deeper puzzle.
"And yet you remain by my side."
"Yup. Safest place I can think to be right now." It tucked down the hood of its cloak behind its head and flashed a smile at me. I thought I had all my accomplice's mannerisms copied, but this was new. "Come on, we'll skip the next city—it would be too obvious to go straight there and set up shop again."
Every. Single. Moment.
Intelligent.
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This continues to be an engrossing concept. The slime is definitely learning. Unfortunately, there's no way around how it gets the raw materials needed to learn.
5327844 There isn't, but at least there's a measure of morality invested in the decisions now. They're doing a public service! Kinda. Without trial. Okay, so there may be some aspects to this that still definitely warrant horror and dark.
Really nice progression here, particularly in how the slime views its accomplice.
Still morbid as all heck, but that's the nature of the premise. I'd say this slime, due to her help, is likely past the middle point of true sapience that Mimic Slimes can be found in. That is, it's starting to see more to its world than just food, danger, environment, and so on. It has an intellectual curiosity it wishes to understand-the accomplice, and is even impressed by her. But it's also not at the stage where even on its own it could likely formulate entirely new, original plans on its own or choose to pursue a new interest.
Something as simple as trying out a new activity for a hobby would likely be beyond this slime's reasoning at the moment as that is still a bit abstract and not strictly related to its disguise/feeding function, but the potential is distantly bubbling beneath the surface.
I'm starting to feel that this story deserves to live and breathe as its own thing, even if that means moving it to one of the non-pony writing sites.
5327911 I gave it a home over here https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/thedamaged/folder/842600/Mimic-Slime