This odd ooze has arisen, bubbling up and congealing. It slimes and sticks to everything it touches, like a sticky goo that spreads. Everything in its path has been covered by the slime, but nobody knows where it came from or what it wants, just that it keeps going and growing. You thought you could run through the forest, surely there would be enough out there that you could hide, or run as it got everything else behind you. Just when you thought it was ok, you turned around and saw the puddle forming. It bubbled up, small at first, then gurgling and splattering as it grew. There was no time, as you stood there watching in silent awe. Just as you thought you might run, the ooze took form. The shape of a girl dripped through the icky muck, calling you in. You thought she wanted you, as she reached out, beckoning to you to take her hand. She slimes all.

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