#i remember once with slimes - not sure if they were meant to fuse into a slime stack or a king slime

[enbyboiwonder]

Mad moais and beakons have got to be one of the worst combinations of monsters to face, ever. The mad moais will blind you, so even when you’re not frozen in terror from the beakons’ screams, you still can’t land a hit, all while the beakons just keep summoning more and more of their kin. I thought I was never gonna get out of that fight!

[slime-quest]

“Go away, we will hurt you if you try anything!” the dragon barks at you. The taller figure reaches out a hand of what looks like vines and mushrooms to quiet them.

“Be still. If they meant us harm, we would have surely felt the cut of their blade by now.” A strange voice, almost artificial, mechanical.

They gesture to themselves, “I am, or was once, a Titan. My function is to protect the planet. Tho I failed my primary mission, I have endeavored to defend this shattered slime.”

They point at your group. “You are here to have a discussion, so I will not harm you in this space. That is not to say I trust you entirely. You have my sword in hand, as well as memories of our demise. Explain yourselves at once.”

You and Humphrey begin to relay everything you know. You talk about how you woke up in a field, about the fragments you remembered of your own death. You talk about how you met Humphrey and together set out to try and find the rest of your pieces. You gesture to your fused core, explaining how you discovered they were one of your missing pieces.

The dragon looks away as you explain the situation with Bramble, and about how you sacrificed your own bodies to try and save her. The tall figure appears unmoved.

“And now we’re here,” you conclude, “We believe you’re one of our missing pieces, and we came here looking for you.”

“I don’t believe it,” the dragon snaps back, “You don’t know how long we waited for someone, for anyone to come rescue us. And you just woke up and started looking for me?”

“I can’t help it I didn’t wake up sooner,” you say softly, “I’m just as upset about it as you are. But I’m here now, we’re here now.”

“You should have been here a hundred thousand years sooner,” they snort.

The tall one rests a hand on the dragon’s head. “Our time here has been lengthy and stressful. And once the mushrooms manifested, it became even harder to leave the safety of the darkness.”

“What’s up with those anyway?” you point at one of the mushrooms, “Were they always down here, or-“

“We made them, tho unintentionally,” the figure explains, “A frantic concoction physically manifested from our union. A critical desire for safety, mixed with the determination to protect one another, sprouted as small eyes which would watch over us from every angle.”

“Time grew on tho, and so did the mushrooms. They kept us safely together, but their network began to grow into its own self, and it eventually held us more than we held it.”

“They attack not out of malice, but a desire to protect their charge.”