I was labeled as a failed slime experiment.

I was labeled as a failed slime experiment.

Chapter: 2. This is no longer just a story.

There was an awkward amount of silence as he remained motionless upon all sinking in. But soon, activity was through the roof as the slime rolled with a surprising amount of difficulty from one end of the container to the next with the speed of a sick tortoise. After what seemed to be almost an hour of utter boredom, the slime started to scream in frustration. “Why hasn’t anything happened yet? Ghah! Can't this story move on! So far this is a big letdown. All I'm doing is just sitting here. Yeah, it gets boring from here and there, but at least there's something! Let there be an explosion or even music in the background. I'll settle for the stereotypical person walking through-."

His rant was cut off before it could really grow right as the door to the room was thrown open. It was even done so that a loud bang came as a result as it hit the stone wall from the amount of force being delivered by a kick. This brought on a sense of relief from seeing the new activity. “Ha-ha! finally! We can get this plot moving! Can't waste this opportunity now that I'm lucid. Think-think. I’m at the start again, so maybe I’m trying to tell myself that I need to re-evaluate the biggening of my story and change a few parts here and there."

"Definitely hope I can remember all of my notes when I wake up. Okay-okay. Uh… the door is still intact and I don't see any scorch marks on the walls. This is indeed the very beginning. Hm, wonder if I need to make any alterations to this guy." To show that the one coming in was paying absolutely no mind to the slime’s words. The guy rushed in while holding onto a precariously stacked amount of equipment in both hands in front of their body. Aside from what was being held. The white lab coat of the person was fluttering about as each step was made in an odd fashion to give the impression that he was having a hard time with deciding which way to walk.

Checkered yellow and brown pants came into view as the right foot was in a yellow-colored rain boot. The other was a casual leather shoe that would most likely be meant for a fancy suit. However, the bottom of the shoe had this sizable hole to expose the sock inside with heart like patterns put into the stitching. When the boxes were finally put on to a table with sufficient space being cleared by sliding the contents and creating a bunch of noise from the glass containers clattering against one another. One of which on the far end did end up falling as a result and was about to hit the floor when the snapping of fingers rang out.

Just as it was about to make contact with the stone line floor. The glass container vanished after being shrouded in a white flash. It was then discovered to be right back on the table as if nothing had even happened and the one in the lab coat released a relieved sigh. The slime was waiting for the next set of lines that he himself has heard on more than one occasion. Yet he was only surprised as even though the man was speaking with an obvious Englishman accent with a whimsical tone thrown in. The words were unrecognizable. The slime could do nothing but to tilt its metaphorical head as he was not sure as to why this reoccurring dream was altered for this time around to prevent him from understanding what was being said by this character.

“Huh? Now that's a twist. He should be saying, ‘Hooray, yahoo! Today's the day.’ And then something about overnight delivery being too slow." The parcel is here, the parcel is finally here!” The slightly tanned skinned man in the lab coat turned around after extracting the items from the many boxes. This revealed a scientist if one was to go off of the lab coat, along with the obvious Steve Urkel bow-tie. The outfit was not just randomly mesh together from different styles. But one could easily see the stitches from one part to the next being taken away after being cut from its original whole piece. Even though the pants were of a checkered design. The right knee had an obvious patch with black and white question marks embroidered onto the brown fabric.

The right side of the undershirt was of a fine brown suit. The opposite took a red Hawaiian jacket and white T-shirt Style. The bow tie itself was of a bright blue with green polka dots. The hand with the suit side was wearing a fingerless glove meant for riding motorcycles. Whereas the other sported a goat sock puppet. The only thing that made it match on that side, was due to the Hawaiian skirt that was tied around the wrist to make it look as though it was dancing from time to time when his arm was raised. He had some slicked back black and gray lined hair that became spiky towards the back. One large golden tooth could be seen just barely poking out as he had a broad smile.

The left eye was a normal blue as the other was yellow with a red slitted center. Over those, were an odd taped together set of opposing glasses. These were of a very thick rimmed version and a half cut which would normally be meant for those that like to do small amounts of reading while looking down. It was due to this very odd way of dressing, that the man who is now a slime wished that he had a hand to cover his non-existent face as a headache was beginning to form.

The slime was practically pleading. “Seriously! No matter how many times I see the guy I can never seem to get down his appearance well enough to convey just how nutty he is! Just looking at him makes my head hurt!” What he was referring to, was that this was one of the characters that he wrote in his story. For the better part of the last seven years, he was having short dreams that would strangely go in a seamlessly unbroken timeline with only they're being gaps for where there should be nothing but time skips.

Having only finished with putting together the final edited draft and began to submit it to a number of editors to be published. The only real problem was that he was not getting the required number of positive reviews. On occasion, he would even get dismissed as soon as he gave his name when going to a new place. This made it painfully obvious that his reputation was proceeding him and there was one who wanted to be a part of his work. After so many it nearly broke him a handful of times if it was not for his one friend giving some form of encouragement.

Of course, there were occasions that he would end up going back to revisit some bits. This meant that the story was more or less learned by heart. Normally, he would see it all from a third persons perspective. The plot was of a slime that gained the ability to become sentient after repeatedly being subjected to this Discord character. Odd concoctions, situational manipulations, even infusions of magic to where it would just be under the threshold of destroying the monster was a near daily activity for both the scientist and the captured slime.

Basically, the rundown of the story was of a slime monster that would go on to have adventures. The world was set in a magical land filled with human’s, monsters, demons, ghosts and whatever else one could think of when imagining a medieval stage. Most of the population being Humans in place of ponies. Magic was released through parts of a person’s body such as eyes or hands. Superior strength had no visible indicators. The ones that could fly would manifest ethereal wings. Eventually the main character would run into companions and come across one quest after another. It was even modeled so that there was a video game system which allowed those within the story to become stronger as their level and stats increased.

Unique abilities were bestowed to a handful of people upon birth, while others could be learned through activities along with trial and error. After going off of his memory. This was obviously the start of chapter one as the main protagonist would be introduced as the weakest monster on record. The one that was on the other side of the room and going giddy over a small wooden jewelry case was called Discord. A legally authorized mad scientist that worked under the Royal Family and held almost as much power as the rulers themselves when it came to what he was allowed to do.

Of course, mad scientist was a loose term as the world was mostly focused on the aspects of the arcane arts so much so, that technology was limited to levers and pulley systems being seen as the high end of the spectrum. Everything else was made using magic formulas, runes, artifacts of insignificant and great power. No one was a master of everything, yet there was a nearly endless list of spells in the world. Even the whole notion of Heroes and Demon Lords was a thing here. Whenever one was slain or forced to retire, another would eventually take its place sooner or later and the cycle would continue with no end in sight.

The land he was on now just so happens to be called Equestria and is ruled by a set of princesses after their parents stepped down from the throne and relinquished their authority after many years of running the kingdom. The eldest was named Celestia. She was a natural born diplomat and spoke with her people more often than her younger sister. The second went by the name of Luna and came off more of a hands-on type of person, as she would run off to join a battle whenever word came in about a scuffle between armies or monsters that seem to be stronger than normal. In a short version. One was a talker, as the other could be labeled as a battle nut.

If things were to go as they would in the reoccurring dream. Then this would be the part where Discord begins his intrusive examinations and rolls right onto the experimentation. This only caused the slimes gelatinous mass to have a quick quiver. And of course, Discord is right on cue and is approaching with a bag of goodies. With a small thud on a short table near the tank. The scientist pulls out some measuring tape and a pencil. The eraser was pointed towards the slime and began to poke at the membrane with just enough pressure to show the elasticity before going too far and causing the pencil to sink in.

The slime began to giggle and scream like mad as the eraser came from one direction after another. “Hahaha! Hahaha! Hohoho hehehe! Why is it so ticklish! Hahaha stop it already! Please! I can't take it anymore! Why is this happening? My dream never felt this real! Stop stop, you're going to make me poop! If I had hands right now, I'd rip that thing out of your grip and toss it clear across the room! Hahaha, stop it already! I can't breathe, I can't breathe! All right, all right, I'll tell you where the rebel base is! Look on Alderaan!!! Hahaha hahaha! Not enough, f-fine! The secret ingredient is... that there is no secret ingredient! You happy now! Are you getting some kind of sick twisted pleasure out of this!!!”

There were many attempts to move away on his end, but this turned out to be a fruitless attempt as his body moved way too slow. This went on for nearly a minute before Discord moved onto using a roll of measuring tape and started to grab on to two ends of the slime's body and stretch it. From what he knew. This was a very difficult process as objects normally passed right through a slimes body. But all that poking earlier was a test to see just how much pressure was required to grab on for this test. The man clearly tried to protest but nothing was getting through. “HEY! I'm not Flubber, quit it already! Oh, this feels weird! What I wouldn't give for a mouth right now! I'd go all feral Chihuahua on ya!" He even proceeds to make a number of growling and gnawing sounds.

The sensation was fairly close to how one would get their cheeks lightly pinched on both sides and pulled apart. Discord soon released after recording the length of which the slime could be stretched before the grip became too unstable. Having expected to just snap back. It came a bit of a disappointment when the man realized that he was simply molding himself back into a solid piece. But his relief was short-lived when the next item was brought out. This being a very… very long thermometer and it was already approaching his gelatinous form.

Sweat would have been visible if glands were present. He then frantically shouted, “WHOA WHOA WHOA! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE MISTER! I DID NOT CONCENT TO THAT! I THINK I NEED A LEGAL GUARDIAN TO SIGN OFF ON SOME WAVER AT THE VERY LEAST! D-Do you-you even know where t-that goes in?! I think I want another opinion! Noooooo, Nooooo! Hey get that-. Don't you dare-. We can talk about-. OH HELLOOOOO!!! FUCK! YOU REALLY DID IT! AAAAAAAAAAAH! Help help, I've been stabbed! I've been stabbed!” Pathetic and over the top whimpers came out as his eyes were shut tight. Well, the odd sense of sight anyway since he clearly did not have any eyeballs to begin with.

Discord had already pressed the long thermometer until it was just a little past the halfway point and the tip was resting at his core. If he had a real body then he would be curled up in the fetal position while crying that he was just violated. The mad scientist could be heard saying a bunch of things again before pulling the tool free and taking out of a small plastic bag with the use of some long metal tongs a dead rat. The slime then said while cringing on the inside, “Uh-oh. I wish this was not a thing, but oh really?! If the tickling was like this, then I don't even wanna know how this will taste. There's absolutely no way I'm going-. Noooooooooo! Hay-whoa there!”

His words came to a startling halt and became a scream of despair when his gelatinous form slowly approached the dead rat against his will. He screamed and hollered, yet it was obvious that no words or sounds were being made as Discord watched from the other side of the glass while writing down some notes. What made it worse, was that he was even drinking out of a mug with a crazy straw and showed no disgust. The slime body was running off of pure instinct and was not being dissuaded whatsoever by the higher brain functions of the human inside as it slowly pulled its form over and smothered the carcass.

As the rat was now floating inside of the green substance that comprised his form. Some bubbles began to be produced from the foreign object and only grew over time. The fur came undone and dissolved first. Then came the flesh. The insides broke apart and floated aimlessly to where the slime may as well have been some really disgusting Jell-O mold with chunks of meat floating in place until those too were gone. Eventually all that was left, was the skeletal form of a rat with only a few bones broken from what was most likely its capture. This entire process took so long in fact that Discord left the lab and returned after nearly an hour went by when the last remnants were digested.

The slime then screamed hysterically at Discord as loudly as he could while sounding frantic. “I hate this body for not listening to me and I hate you for doing this and I hate how this thing tastes like fried chicken and it's actually good! This is one seriously realistic and fucked up dream! I wanna wake up NOW!” By this point, the slime body was jiggling as though a strong earthquake was hitting the structure. The experiments progressed onto Discord moving to documenting his weight and taking small tissue samples, which stung quite a bit. When the instruments were put away. He could do nothing but let out a disgruntled sigh of relief that the poking, prodding and other demeaning activities were finally finished.

When he heard Discord coming back with a crate that was just big enough to hold a basketball. A cold chill ran throughout the slimes entire body as he recalled what was next in the story. The container was held at the far end of the tank and poured over so that another slime would plop right into the glass container along with him. He then screamed again and moved towards the opposite direction so much that a good portion of his mass was now pressing sternly against the glass.

“Oh No-No-No-No-No-No, OH HELL NO! Oh fuck no! Just look up the word no in every possible language and make a list and use that! I am not taking part in this bit! This is going to hurt! I just know it! And... For crying out loud! Now you're playing music...? Great, I can truly say that my humiliation is complete.”

That last bit was due to how Discord snapped his fingers and created an old-style record player. Said instrument then started up and played some smooth jazz to set a certain mood. There were even a couple of candles floating above the tank on either end to add to the atmosphere. A low growl came from the slime as Discord even changed his clothing to that of a black suit that a waiter would wear when working at a fancy restaurant. Out of frustration. The slime then said with a panic tone while attempting to press even firmer against the glass so much that he was nearly reaching up to the top.

“Are you kidding me?! Don't you even know that this is not how slimes procreate? We don't go around and make out. It's all about growing in size and dividing you numbskull!” It was at that moment that there was a little sizzling sound to mark the contact between him and the newest occupant when Discord started to make some very obnoxious kissing sounds. All the while, a floating notepad was busy with jotting down notes. Obviously, the mad scientist had no idea what was being conveyed by the slime as it found itself in agonizing pain. To him, every cell is being ruthlessly dissolved and absorbed by the other unwanted slime.

After a couple of minutes passed by. Discord had a raised eyebrow as he leaned his head over to the top of the tank to take in what was happening. There was this disgusted scowl on his face that soon turned to worry before his eyes shifted from left to right. His eyes rested away from the tank and gave off a very off-tune whistle as he snapped his fingers from behind his back and created a small stick out of nothing to whack the second slime. This had the effect of killing it in one blow and making it dissolve within seconds. Obviously being dissatisfied with the outcome. A few checks were made on the notepad before he went and teleporting away and having left yet another dead rodent within the tank.

The only thing that was left of the green slime was roughly around a third of its original size as there was still a portion that was bubbling due to the conflicting acidic properties from the digestion process. Comical black wavy lines were seen as he was mumbling the following in a very weak and tired voice. “I-I was nearly a-. No, I was victim of c-cannibalism... I c-could have died!!! The main character is supposed to be super weak. Even back then he was no match for any of his own kind." Discord took that time to place another dead rat into the aquarium. "And here we go again. Why does it always have to be rats? Fine! Hugh… Whatever, just go for it.” After giving up, his form slowly started to consume the newest dead rat and barely managed to cover a third from the tail and up to the legs.

The process had barely even begun and his mind was already beginning to slip as a heavy amount of fatigue struck. His non-existent eyelids became so heavy that he ended up closing them after much struggle was made to keep them open. After falling asleep for who knows how long and regaining his consciousness yet again. He found that he had not woken up from the oddly realistic dream. He was still in the body of his slime character. The skeletal remains of the second rat were nearby and his body was now back to its original state after taking in enough matter to regenerate the previously missing portions.

Already, the mad scientist was within the weird lab and working on something on the far side of the room with his back turned. A flat set of non-existent eyes were boring holes into the backside of Discord's head from the slime as it wobbled around the tank. Seeing as he had nothing else to do. The slime began to stretch and see what he was capable of.

After getting a little more used to his body movements by testing his speed and seeing just how fast he could travel and how far this form could extend parts of its body. It was discovered that it was not all that great. After some time passed and he could think more rationally. The green slime attempted to bring up the display menu which was commonly used in this world through mental commands. However, when that failed, he resorted to verbal ones, which got nothing at all.

In this world. The backstory goes to say that all were under the thumb of ruthless monsters and Demons. The race’s not of the Demons that could think and talk were nearly wiped out. If it was not for the previous queen Faust for weaving a powerful and unknown spell with the help of the king and hundreds of mages. Then all would have been lost. A magical network was set in place to give others the power to grow past their normal limitations. A person that had no combat experience at all would be around a certain threshold like level 1 and up to 10. Whereas those who are seen as strong are around level 50 and up. Of course, there are those with far higher numbers. For example, Discord was said to be above level 200 without the true extent of his ever really being shown.

Getting indignant at the whole situation. He called out as loud as he possibly could. “Where the bloody hell is that stupid menu?! Yeah, I already know I should be level one from what I wrote, but it would be nice to see it!” He took a couple of seconds to calm down before he continued. “Maybe it can't be used due to my lack of understanding their language? Let's see, let's see. Ah! that's right! It should be at some point that a big earthquake strikes the lab and causes that bookcase next to me to fall over. It will destroy the tank and it will be my chance to escape. Books will be spread all over the place and I could use this character’s special feature that was not discovered until later on.”

What was being referred to was how the story went with some catastrophe occurring with three supervillains running amok just like at the end of the original My Little Pony series. The book case would end up falling into the side of the would-be prison. The slime would then use this opportunity to escape after reassembling itself after nearly being squished by all the books. It would not be found out until afterwards that his body had the innate ability to literally eat the words off of the papers and learn what was on them almost instantly. The only real issue is that I still don't know their language yet to be able to process it. Not only that, but some very useful facts and figures would come into play as he went on to his adventures. But seeing as this is all from Discord, then there's no way I'm letting this chance pass by.

He even recalled that he would escape through the drains and arrive outside of a large castle on the side of a tall mountain. But he became gloomy on the next part when he ends up falling victim to being attacked by a crow and ends up going right off of a cliff and falling into a river that would sweep him away and into a dangerous forest towards the south and nearly die on the trip. The slime lamented on that whole escapade and wondered if it was possible to change the outcome to a more favorable one. That was when he recalled that further in the timeline, he would end up coming across an item within the forest that was dropped by a previously destroyed carriage by some creatures that were long gone.

The said item was held within a small wooden jewelry case. It would be the size of a marble and endowed with the ability to summon monsters at regular intervals. As it turned out, this very same artifact was really the item that Discord was waiting for when the story began and this explained where that second slime originated from. While writing the story, he dubbed them Monster Houses. They would come in various sizes and shapes and depending on how big they were, would end up reflecting the strength and type of monster that would come out. Although, when the monster is first born. It is at its weakest state with barely any health at all.

The creature would require several hours to climatize itself to the new environment after exiting the Monster House and gain its power, along with the fully restored health. Now that he had this information ahead of time. All the slime needed to do was to wait for that event to occur and make sure that he got his hands on that stone before leaving the lab. If he had a pair of hands, he would be rubbing them together as a maniacal grin crossed his nonexistent face when saying the next bit to himself.

“With that I'll be able to skip so much time and level my character a hella of a lot faster. All I need is to eat that thing up and dissolve it so that it's a part of me. As long as it's not being suppressed by that box then it will start to sprout a new slime every minute. This world has an experience scaling method and I'll be taking full advantage of it. Not to mention the chain killing bonus that will stack up. Every time a new one comes out it will be immediately dissolved and I'll get the experience points. Hehehe~.” If he had a body, he would be holding both of his palms pointed straight up while imagining coins falling from the sky. There would also be a number of plus two notifications popping up all around as he continued.

“One of the biggest perks to being the author of a story and knowing all the shortcuts! So what if it'll change how things go? As long as I keep the key events in mind and plan accordingly, then I could come out on top.” His self-induced delusions of grandeur and making his character even stronger than what was previously written on paper was interrupted by Discord coming back once he was done with his current work on the other side of the room. A foreboding feeling ran through the slimes core as he thought further on about how long it would take until said catastrophe was to take place and his escape attempts would come into play.

He then said in a resigned tone as the shadow of the scientist holding utensils in both hands loomed over the tank. “Uh... I really... Really, wish there was a skip cutscene button right here. It would be so useful right now if the story was to cut into a time skip. And why does it seem menacing for that sock puppet to be holding a soup spoon? For crying out loud, did he really have to dress it up in a nurse outfit? It's even got lipstick on.” The scene then shows the slime cowering as far back as possible as Discord came closer and closer. The last thing that could be said from the guy before anything could happen was, “The very least you could do is give me a lollipop.”

The scene then shows as time went by. While being under the strangely crazed watchful eye of Discord the magic scientist. The hours turn into days and days turned into weeks. Being poked and prodded on a regular basis was becoming a daily routine. For the most part, he was left alone after needing to recuperate whenever another slime was introduced to the tank to test his combat abilities once Discord realized that coupling between them turned out to be a fruitless endeavor. Although it did take him a number of tries with different venues in the background before he finally gave up.

Once the mad scientist even resorted to putting a backdrop against the wall of a french café and painted both slimes black with a white stripe going down the middle. Which obviously clicked that he was attempting to pull a, Pepé Le Pew moment. Of course, this was only after doing the whole tuxedo and dinner dress idea on an earlier day. The man now slime commented at one point or another that this must have been how tiny dogs felt when owned by a person with way too much time and money on their hands. All he needed was a set of teeth and the ability to actually produce a growling sound and the ensemble would be complete.

There would be long stretches of time where he would be left alone in the tank whenever Discord decided to leave and do whatever he does on the outside. But of course, the door was always locked after the strange symbols on the wood would flash after being closed. It did not take long until he realized that this was no longer just any old dream. There was not one time that he could remember that it would last nearly this long. In fact, the only reason why his book took so long to make was that he would only get enough material to write a page or two before waking up in the morning and finding himself in his bed.

At first, he thought he was going to go a little crazy and wondered if something had happened to his own body. Perhaps this was a scenario where the main character died and came back to life in another world. There was also the possibility that he was summoned for some unknown purpose. Then again, maybe all of those dreams were really just a glimpse into his future. He did right that this was just a slime that became sentient after a twist of fate. Then he began to wonder if his human life was really the dream and this turned out to be his reality.

This went on until the faithful day finally came up. Discord had just finished with his examinations for what felt like the hundredth time. The small case containing the very important stone was about to be opened to allow yet another of his cousins to come out. Yet the mad scientist was interrupted after a sudden boom occurred from outside of the stone walls. Discord could be heard saying something in a panic while quickly stumbling to get outside. There were even more noises which coincided with a near constant rumbling that caused everything to shutter uncontrollably. Even waves were sent along his gelatinous form with such a frequency that it would be close to how one would feel when in one of those vibrating massaging chairs.

With his voice oscillating thanks to the way his body was reacting. He said the following while intently watching as a number of small doodads made their way off of their shelves and tables to crash onto the floor. “There we go! Just a little more~. Come on, come on already! Fall... fall... FALL! Yes! About time! Woohoo freedom! Oh no, I forgot about this part! AAAAAH!” His slime body was in the middle of some spasms from watching the bookcase as it tumbled down and crashed into the tank in such a way that it was crushed along with the table that supported it. With a loud bang of wood and shattering glass ringing out. He soon found himself wedged partially between a couple of the pieces of flat stone for his environment.

Luckily the Rocks inside were shifted so that it would make a makeshift tent shape that would protect his squishy and extremely vulnerable body from being killed by a literal mountain of books and broken glass. From underneath all of it, he screamed in a muffled voice while attempting to sift his body through the scattered pages and half open books for freedom. “Hooray! Now I just gotta get out of here and get my things! *Cough-Cough.* Geez, does he ever dust?” Page after page of written word was slowly being stripped right off of the paper. The ink that comprised them soon were dissolved at an alarming rate as is slimy form was squished over a dozen books at once.

There must have been close to eighty or ninety on that shelf alone and it was taking a great deal of time to sift through each and every one of them. There were books about basic history, the current mathematics, beginner and intermediate spells, along with incantation manuals which were obviously meant for reference guides. There was even a personal log written by Discord that he could now read as the lettering became as familiar as the English language. All the while, he was babbling to himself almost incoherently as the rush of knowledge was literally coming at him all at once.

If he was a normal human, then having all of this knowledge getting stuffed into his head would have most likely sent him into a comatose state. He was now speaking in tongues in a mixture of loud lulling sounds and wide gum flapping as he could feel his mind going into a frenzied and uncontrollable whirlwind. They were even knowledge within those books that not even he knew about when writing the story. Maps and general knowledge were greatly appreciated as he was no longer going to follow the exact script of the world.

Once he was finally out of the pile and reassembled himself into his normal shape with some difficulty. The green slime was practically bubbling as steam wafted off the top of its form. A mixture of drunken slurs and baby noises were even coming from him as his slimy brain was processing and reorganizing all of the data. Most of which came out so garbled that he may as well have had a swelled-up tongue while attempting to speak. From his perspective, the world was spinning as lines of written words were zooming around his head in the same way one would see ghosts flying about to haunt a person.

It did not take long until he got all dizzy and muttered “Goo-Goo-kachoo!” Before shaking himself back to a reasonably sound mind. This led to the bubbling coming to a stop and the steam to cease along with it after a couple of seconds. He then continued with, “Wowie zowie! Now that's what I call a cram session. Okay... uh-oh, I feel like I'm going to throw up.” This was proceeded with a large bubble forming and exiting the front to release a large belch that nearly threw him back. When he was done, he could have sworn he literally saw vapors that took on the shape of punctuation points and other such icons meant for writing

Afterwards it took him a couple of seconds of blinking before adding, “It's good I don't got any teeth, If I did then I'd be wondering if I got some letters stuck in them. Just imagine the pain of biting down on an X. Now that would really hurt.” There was still some rumbling from outside, but that had died down to only a fraction of what it once was. Another item falling from a table caused him to remember what he was after and went right to looking around for it. It was soon spotted on the very corner edge of the table that he last saw it sitting on. Whether it was from either being lucky or unlucky, but it was halfway dangling over the edge and only needed a small nudge to come down to him.

With a war cry, he rolled as fast as he could into the leg of the table and to give off a pathetic “Ouch” when a light squelch and bump noise was created. It was a good thing that he had been practicing while Discord was out of the room to increase his overall speed and impact from that of a snail's pace to nearly the speed of a baby that was crawling quickly. At least this was enough to make the box to fall and break open. Thereby causing the contents to roll out and into the middle of the room with a clatter. With a loud “Yes!” He rolled his squishy body over to get a good look at it.

He could have been seen with a scrunched-up face, that is if he even had a face to begin with on what he saw. Right there, was the very same glass marble that his best friend gave to him for his birthday. Sure, there was no chain. But the engraving of a slime was still set in the center of the glass orb. With a painful tone, he said the next bit while approaching it even closer with the intent on absorbing it. “This is just so cruel. I'm really really sorry buddy. You must have gone through a lot to get it... but if we ever meet again. Then I'll let you know how much it really helped.”

And with that, he slurped it right up and watched as the material was strangely digested a lot quicker when compared to the rats. The see-through stone crumbled easily and the small pieces broke down even more after a few small bubbles escaped the object. If he was not sure that it really was a stone that resembled a marble. Then he might have confused it for a chunk of sugar. Either way this was better otherwise it would be floating around in him for a long time before being fully absorbed.

What came unexpectedly to him. Was the way it tasted so much along the lines of a cross between a lemon drop and a hint of kiwi. When the last of the fragments dissolved into nothing. The slime made its way over to a drain on the far corner of the room that was just barely big enough for a person's hand to reach inside of. After carefully squeezing himself past a couple of the bars and reassembling into a single mass on the other side. His form fell straight down for what felt to be a little over half a dozen meters before plopping on to a slick yet spongy like material when the pipe started to curve.

It took everything he had to ignore the fact that he was now sliding along who knows what while surfing the pipe ways. Without any kind of nose to be an issue. The obvious smell was no problem as he just closed his eyes and hope that he was not going to need to look at anything until he was on the outside. What he expected to be a smooth ride, soon became rather annoying as the pipe would change course so much that he felt himself slamming into the metal surface over a dozen times before coming out on the far end. There was practically no doubt in his mind that he was causing a huge uproar with the sewage system constantly banging throughout the castle walls by doing this.

When he was getting near the end of the pipe. There was obvious displacement of air and an odd noise that would be produced when an object exited from a pressurized hose. Instead of just falling out. He was instead shot no differently than a canon and flew through the air. He screamed indignantly as his eyes bulged out from the unexpected flight. “Whaaaaa! This didn't happen in the boooooook!!!” As he was in motion. The bird from the story that would attack him, was currently flying in his path and unawares to his approach thanks to the way its head was turned in the opposite direction and at some food sticking out of a nearby garbage can.

The resulting set of events happened within a few meager seconds. The slime collided with the bird. The bird was sent over one of the nearby fences and into a back alley. Said bird release a number of loud squawks right as a couple of hissing cat sounds could be heard in its vicinity. The slime itself had its trajectory change and landed comfortably on top of a garbage bag that cushioned its fall with a noticeable *Pumph* noise. After figuring out what just happened. He began to sing out while attempting to dance in place with two small appendages to signify his arms waving. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, who's the slime! I'm the slime! Who's the stupid bird, you're the stupid bird! Haha~. That's what you get for making me fall off the mountain!”

He then took a second or two to calm down and looked around. “Phew! That's way more than enough excitement for one day. Now let's get on to business. I really hope this works. Okay, hmm, let's try the word, Status!” Nothing happened for a couple of seconds, which greatly diminished his mood. But soon there was a static noise right as a bluish see-through screen popped into existence. There was a large circle and a red X going through the middle. Even the icon of a lock was shown overlaying that. Soon the lock icon began to glitch out for but a second and open up and the X disappeared right after. This was followed up by a set of texts that would quickly be typed in. There were also some digital effects of fireworks.

*Attention, anomaly detected. Adjusting for unknown required text language... changes complete. Loading parameters for new species to be gaining access. Error. Unable to implement default settings. Advanced settings chosen... new parameters successfully installed. Basic information uploading. New race registered as Slime. Classification set to Monster. Congratulations for being the first Slime to be registered, a special bonus package has been added. Please select the icon below the information screen to accept the special bonus package.*

He then said the following and doing a week imitation of a fist bump with what he had on hand. “Sweet! I get to skip all that hardship in the forest and get this thing a full year and a half in advance. No way was I going to be running around that place like a headless chicken trying to stay alive without making some progress. Besides, I already know what goes on in there and I don't need to handle that right now. Ok, time to take a look at what my stats are.”

*Status Window.*

Name: Slime.

Race: Slime Monster.

Class: Common.

Level: 1.

Health: 3 points.

Magic: 27 points.

Strength: 1 point.

Dexterity: 2 points.

Constitution: 1 point.

Intelligence: 9 points.

Wisdom: 8 points.

Charisma: 1 point.

Luck: 50 points.

Battle power: 0.4

*Current special skills.*

Weak Acid level 1.

A weak acid that is used to digest flesh and other organic substances. Long periods of exposure are required to break down weaker non-organic substances and have little to no effect on stronger matter such as metal or stone. Oddly enough bones are always left in a pristine bleached white condition.

*List of titles.*

*Gluttony of written text*

*Explanation: By displaying your insatiable hunger for the literal written texts in many books under a short amount of time. Even the most hardcore of scholars could not bring themselves to be called bookworms when compared to your greed. I do advise you to go out and into the sun once in a while. Also, to lay off the big words and focus on the action nouns here and there.*

*Effects: You are capable of absorbing written words off of paper and other such objects aside from stone. What is absorbed is permanently memorized and instantly understood if the relevant information is stored in the text or already in the user.*

*Home on the road.*

*Explanation: You carry a piece of your home with you wherever you go. No, literally. You are caring a piece of your house inside of yourself. I am not kidding. It might be a good idea to see a doctor if you start spitting up doorknobs.*

*Effects: Once every minute a new slime is produced inside of your body. One of two following options can be done. First is to release the slime into the world. The second option is to allow it to be dissolved. If the second option is to be used, then the experience points from its destruction will be allocated to the user.*

*Top of the slime pyramid.*

*Explanation: You are at the pinnacle of slime society. Even King Slime must bow down to your ability for being the first of your kind to gain access to the leveling system. May want to watch out for Queen and Princess Slimes as they will be on the hunt. Although, you may want to just go with it. Not like you will have many other options anyway, right?*

*Effects: if your stats are high enough, then the direct mental manipulation of weaker slimes is possible. Depending on their strength when compared to you, the number can vary on just how many will be under perfect control. In addition, the sharing of abilities and skills are possible. *

Now being bemused, he squinted at the screen with an intense gaze. “Hmm. Well, it all seems to be in order. Even the points are as they should be. That is aside from intelligence, wisdom and this insane amount on this here luck. Could have sworn that it should be about half of that from consuming those books. And luck should only be around five at the most. As for these titles and effects. I could already come up with some ideas that my character didn't get around to implementing. Let's see just what's in the bonus package. Can’t say I care for the remarks on my single status though.”

While out stretching the nub of what should be his right hand towards the blinking rectangular button on the screen after making sure to swipe all the way down. There was a casino jackpot sound just as a new window popped up and the following.

*Congratulations on your special bonus package. You can now have access to one special bonus skill. In addition to having a high level of luck. A second bonus skill can also be unlocked.*

The first part was expected, yet the extra one due to having a high amount of luck was literally a jackpot and worthy of the noises that were being made earlier. He then went in and looked up a list of skills that he could pick from. But oddly enough. None of them had any descriptions as to what their effects were. Instead, all he got was a simple, yet short list of some straight forward skills and a few that he would need some time to think over more carefully.

*List of skills.*

Applied coating.

Appraisal.

Experience multiplier.

Magic manipulator.

Material shift.

His voice then changed to that of being mischievous in nature as he looked over the short list and coming up with possibilities as to what their functions were. “Oh~. I think I could possibly have a few uses for any of these. What skill will I choose? Hmm... Experience multiplier seems to be the best choice in the long run to grab early. But I'm having some difficulty with what the second one should be. This would be a real good time to have a second opinion.” With already making up his mind on what was on the center of the list. The first skill was obtained. This produced a new prompt that overlaid the first as it displayed even more texts.

*Due to the acquiring of experience multiplier, along with having 50 points in luck while the user is still at level 1. The amount of experience the user will obtain has been increased by 50 times from normal. This can stack with any other item or ability with similar effects after other boosts have already taken effect. The experience multiplier will drop down drastically once the user has reached level 2.*

This only got him to break down into a maniacal laughter that could have been heard from all over the four corners of the castle if he was actually able to speak out loud. Sure, he was aiming to improve his stats earlier on but this was more of an explosion of experience which would be on the scale of the volcano that destroyed Pompeii.

“That’s what I need. I'm going to milk this level one bonus for as long as I possibly can. If it goes the way I think it will. Then this is going to be a huge payoff. Now I just need to figure out how not to be killed until I decide to spam that level up button.” When those words were spoken. two notification windows made itself known. The first informed him that he activated the experience chain bonus which comes into effect whenever a monster was slain and the experience gained from it was absorbed within two minutes of each other. This meant that he was going to get a two hundred percent increase. And of course, thanks to the Monster House constantly giving him freebie kills on a regular basis. Then there was no way that this chain was going to end.

And the other window asked if he wanted to level up. There was even a very large gold flashing rectangular button for him to press. But instead, he just closed the window and giggled to himself while hopping down from the garbage bag and started to make his way through an alley that would lead him deeper into the city of Canterlot. Just up ahead at the end of the narrow space between the buildings. He could just barely make out that there were some colorful banners and ribbons with different shades of purple hanged up along the busy streets.

“Ah, I see the coronation of the new ruler is still happening. Hmm, maybe I should think about taking a quick peek at this Twilight Sparkle when I get the chance.” Then his mood turned somber. "At the very least there won't be very many human names that I'd have to hear anymore where the naming conventions are all twisted for most of the population." This only lasted for a second before returning to his excitable self.