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Mimic Slime Story: Ch3 · 2:34am Aug 4th, 2020

Once more unto the darkness. Things step up as our protagonist needs to find a new place to settle down. Can its accomplice assist in this?

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My accomplice had discarded the idea of the first city before we even saw it. It purchased things there, however, and we moved on. By the time we reached the second city, I was hungry and made sure my accomplice knew that. It was at this time that it surprised me greatly.

"Here. You need to learn to use more than—that what you use already. Sometimes you'll want to kill without showing people what you are." My accomplice passed me a metal thing. I knew what a knife was, had seen them employed many times when intelligent creatures ate their food. "You know how to use it, right?"

I looked down at the knife and quickly ran through all the possible uses it might have. "Creatures use this to eat with, they use it to clean themselves, and they use it to—" My accomplice, I realized, was employing a lot of intelligence. "Killing."

"Right. But the point is, you'd be a human killing with a knife, not a—a mimic slime using your melty stuff. You probably know where all the important bits are in a person, just shove it into one of those and the person will die. Heart's a good one, lungs too." It looked like it was going to keep talking, but my accomplice stopped.

This was something I hadn't contemplated before. Using creature weapons to kill creatures so I could hide what I am. "Thank you for showing me a more circumspect way to kill."

It shivered a moment as if it were cold. I held back the urge to offer it warmth. "The next city is Dockstown. It's a free-city, which means the laws are different than usual, and it opens its gates to religions, too. Not all cities are as quick to do so. Do you know about religion?"

"No."

"They worship the gods, mostly. There's some—some others that follow stranger beings, but most follow the gods." I'd seen it eat a fruit that had gone brown several days earlier, and it wore the same expression now as then.

"You don't like them?"

"I trust two things in this world, my own self and—fuck it all but I have to admit it—you. The gods are—Asking them for help, constantly, makes you depend on them. They don't give a shit about people unless it's worth their while. On the plus side, their followers are gullible and easy marks."

An easy mark is a description I've heard it use before. "They don't use their intelligence much."

"Ha! You got that right." I was getting good enough at reading my accomplice's expressions that I knew it had just shifted its intellect to something new. "You need a name. If we're going to do a double-act, I need something to introduce you with."

"A name?"

"You don't call yourself anything?"

"I call myself 'me' or 'I'."

It seemed to think a moment. "Well, you're Tess now. I'll be Sue. Can you remember that, Tess?"

Tess? "These are temporary titles?" When my accomplice nodded, I had to trust its intelligence—something I was already doing explicitly. "I can do that, Sue."

"I've worked with people before, but none have been as quick to pick things up. It's kinda a relief, Tess." My accomplice was just using the title temporarily, I understood, and it was ensuring I would react to it.

As we approached the gate of the city, it was obvious it was different to the others. There was no queue to get in, no creatures waiting to ask questions, and a lot more noise. No sooner were we in the gate, however, than two creatures approached us.

"Would you like to know more about the All Mother?" one asked while the other looked at us with an expression that made me question them ever having intelligence.

The strangeness of creatures who didn't use their intelligence whenever possible was still alien, though I had learned to exploit it.

"M-My sister and I are new in the city. We have some coin, but we'd like to find somewhere to sleep before—before committing to anything." My accomplice's words seemed like these creatures were above it, intelligence wise. It was a ruse I could admire.

Both the intelligence-light creatures now turned to me. "Perhaps you would both like to come, relax, and eat at Our Lady's table? There are no obligations, of course."

The creature's simpering words made me want to accept. My hunger made me want to accept. I looked to my accomplice. "My sister, Sue, looks after me. I don't—"

"Perhaps tomorrow?" my accomplice asked them, which made the two ignore us. As we walked away, it put an arm around my form's shoulders. "Good thinking. Let me handle any others. You're still hungry, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay. We'll find the sleaziest tavern, and if someone doesn't try to do anything, I'll find you someone."

We didn't have to wait long—nor even find this building my accomplice spoke of. Walking through what it called the seedy part of the city, I felt a hand brush lightly against my side and turned to see a creature—its hand wrapped around my coin bag—running for a gap between two buildings.

"They just took my coins," I told my accomplice.

"Well, go on and chase them. We need that money, and you need food."

For a fraction of a moment I realized that this was an opportunity. Turning, I raced after the thief, moving far faster than they were. As I entered the gap between buildings, I spotted them enter one of the buildings through a door.

When I reached it, the door wouldn't open. Pressing my palm to the side that opened, I let a little of my acid out and heard the metal sizzle and then whatever pressure it was under snapped. Pulling the door open, I stepped inside and felt a knife shove through my throat.

"You shoulda just let 'im take yer coins, miss." The creature was tall and had a lot of nasty scents about it. I knew what it expected, it expected the creature it had just stabbed to die. Unfortunately for it, I was not a creature this worked on.

Drawing the knife my accomplice had gotten me, I shoved it into the creature's belly. "I like my coins." As the creature folded down onto the floor, clutching at its midsection, I drew its knife from my form's neck and slid it into my belt. "Where did they go?"

The creature, however, was too concerned about trying to hold the contents of its body in to tell me.

Inhaling the scents of the building, I could taste the direction my coins had gone. Left. Right. Then into another room. As I moved, I felt my purpose and hunger rise. When I opened the last door to find a creature sitting on a bed with my coins spilled out before it, I had found my meal.

The creature rose, its own knife in its grip. "I got no clue 'ow you got past Pa, but this is the worst day of your life." When I simply walked forward, it lunged toward me and thrust its knife into my form's chest. Unlike with the creature stabbing my form's throat, I had more mass here to deal with. I relaxed and let its thrust sink its hand into me, then I gripped down. "W-What the f—"

I reached around the creature's back and pulled it close. It was the same pose I'd seen my accomplice use before to distract creatures. I pressed my form's lips to the creature's, and unleashed a little acid into its mouth.

Its eyes widened and I felt it blowing bubbles of air into me. I ignored its desires and held on, eventually pulling it closer as more of it started to melt to my acid.

"You stabbed this guy in the gut? Why didn't you—? Ah shit, you're eating. Might as well have this guy too. He's not dead yet." My accomplice was still, after all our time together, distressed at the sight of me eating. Normally I tried to do such outside of her vision.

"Sorry. I won't take long." It was easy enough to make sounds without a creature-mouth—easier, actually, than mimicking creature-speech with mouth movements.

The rush of new intelligence was the lesser of the delights that food brought, this time, as I replenished energy I needed to continue functioning. When there was only patchy flesh left, I grabbed up the last of the creature and pulled it deep inside to deal with later.

Unfortunately, I'd also dissolved a good amount of my clothes. Turning around, I saw my accomplice's frown. "Sorry, I had to work quickly, and it had already ruined my shirt with its knife." Glancing to the floor, I saw the creature I'd stabbed earlier. It was sobbing and ignoring everything going on. Gently, I set my hand to the back of its neck and squirted just a little acid at its spine.

"If I knew more about this place, I'd say we could put up here for a while, but I don't think we want to do that. Finish eating and meet me outside. Grab fresh clothes from your pack." My accomplice looked back at me, shivered, then left the building.

I turned my attention to my next meal. "Shh. You used far more intelligence than those around you, but you just didn't have the right weapon to deal with me."

Both the creatures in the building had been intelligent. When I was done, I grabbed up my coins and kept them inside my form—I didn't need to eat again so soon as to fish for more meals.


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Comments ( 5 )

Ooh, morbid. But I am really loving these chapters.

Did we ever catch the girl's real name?

5328873 You caught another alias of hers in the first chapter.

The slime doesn't seem to care about names, other than as another tool for fitting in undetected among prey.

5328909 Indeed. I wanted to give a sense of detachedness from its normal thought processes and how its language-center operates when it is trying to be covert. Private conversations with its accomplice, of course, don't require it to maintain that covertness and it would get in the way of it trying to express itself fully—so it talks as it thinks.

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