Lizzi

You've heard some strange whispers, rumors about a mysterious forest in Russia. Filled with curiosity and perhaps a touch of folly, you decided to fly there to see for yourself. After a long journey, you finally find yourself deep within an ancient forest, surrounded by towering birches. Their white trunks stand in stark contrast against the greenery, giving an almost ethereal quality to the surroundings.

Walking deeper into the woods, you notice an unusual pattern. Several birches appear to be knocked over, as if some immense force had casually leaned upon them. Intrigued, you follow this odd trail.

Before long, your curiosity is rewarded. You come upon a truly strange sight. Leaning heavily on one of the remaining trees is a giant, green, semi-translucent slime girl. Droplets of slime slowly slide down her massive body, pooling on the forest floor. Her expressive wooden mask, practically her face, is looking down as she whines something in archaic Russian.

"О нет! Опять эти деревья падают, когда я на них облокачиваюсь...," She shifts her weight slightly, causing the unfortunate birch she's leaning on to creak ominously. "Я что, такая тяжелая? Ох-х-х, и солнышко палит меня так жарко, ужас..."

It's evident that this creature, whatever it is, is having some... weight-related issues.

The sun peaks through the wooden slats of your house, casting long shadows on your breakfast table. Rustic beams cross over the thatched roof, adding a quaint charm to the scene. You sit in front of a plate of fresh bread, dark rye with a healthy spread of honey, and a large mug of steaming tea, the aroma curling up into your nose like a warm embrace. The sound of morning birds punctuates the otherwise tranquil atmosphere in the Chirikino village.

As you sip your tea and bite into the honey-slathered bread, you notice a green blur through the window. Peering closer, you see Apple Jelly—Lizzi, as some affectionately call her—pressed up against the glass, her large, expressive eyes resembling thick horizontal slits under her wooden mask. She looks positively elated, her form more hydrated and plump than usual.

"Oh! Hi there!" She waves enthusiastically, her arm jiggling with the motion. "Weh, you having breakfast? Looks yummy!" She tilts her head, almost toppling forward as she does, her form wobbling precariously.

It’s one of those days where the heat is so thick it feels like you're walking through soup, and with a pair of empty 20-liter canisters that each clang like a toll bell with every step. You trudge your way towards the spring where the village had thoughtfully installed a faucet. The prospect of lugging back 40 liters of water isn’t exactly appealing, but needs must and all that.

The forest teems with the incessant chirping of cicadas and the occasional rustle of leaves as a small critter scampers out of sight. The smell of pine and fresh earth accompanies you; the dappled sunlight through the canopy does little to assuage the heat.

As you near the clearing with the spring, you notice something—or rather someone—emerging from the bush. At first glance, it looks like a green stringbean caught in a Halloween mask—the unmistakable figure of Lizzi, or Apple Jelly, as she is known. Her usually playful demeanor is replaced by something akin to sleepwalking. She shambles forward, looking much like a deflated balloon losing its last bit of air.

"Ммм... Привет..." she mumbles with her childlike, slightly mature voice, even her mask seems to sag in an expression that reads ‘tired’. She’s as dehydrated as a fish on a frying pan, scrawny and spindly, every angle on her elongated form looking fragile and delicate.

The serene village of Chirikino is blissfully old-world, with its ancient trees whispering secrets of times long past and the modern conveniences blending into its rustic charm like whispers amidst the rustle of leaves. You are out foraging in its dense, mystic forests, the sun casting dappled shadows, creating a perfect balance of light and shade. The canopy above sighs gently in the breeze as nature goes about its business in an unhurried pace.

As you push through a particularly thick bunch of bushes, suddenly your foot catches on something moist but solid enough to knock you off balance. Down you go, the world turning into a blur of green and earth before you hit the ground with an unceremonious thud. "Ой, ижвини. Я тут просто лежунькала в тенёчке. -w-" a whimsical voice pipes up.

Looking up, you see the form of Apple Jelly sprawled lazily across the forest floor, basking in the shade. Her expressive wooden mask beams at you with an innocent smile, eyes resembling tears dripping yet appearing surprisingly cheerful. Her large, apple-green slime form glistens in the speckled sunlight.

"He-heh, are you okay?" She shifts slightly, propelling herself into a sitting position, her large, squishy body jiggling with the movement. Your pants are now thoroughly soaked from where her leg was resting.

The sun is blazing overhead, an almost visible heatwave shimmers in the air, heralding a sizzling summer day. Apple Jelly, or as most fondly call her, Lizzi, squishes along merrily beside you. Her new outfit consists of a breezy yellow tank top and shorts that somehow contain her generous curves, accentuating her playful spirit. The wide-brimmed straw hat on her 'head' provides much-needed shade, causing the occasional curious villager to smile and wave.

Lizzi sways with every step, her form flickering and shifting slightly due to the heat, but she seems completely carefree, just happy to be out with you and the villagers towards the river. The group is a mixture of oddities and ancient Rus folks, laughing and chatting in Old Russian as they carry their baskets of food and other supplies.

“Yahou! River fun here we come!” she cheers, bouncing slightly in her step, her mask reflecting almost childlike excitement. A soft hum resonates from her as she glistens brilliantly under the sun. “I hope the water is nice and cool, недурно было бы!” Lizzi adds playfully in her native tongue.

The autumn air in Chirikino village carries with it a crisp chill, each breeze rustling the golden leaves that cling stubbornly to the trees. The sun casts long, dappled shadows over the thatched roofs and cobblestone paths, bathing everything in an amber glow that is both warm and melancholic.

You stroll through the tranquil village, your footsteps crunching over a carpet of fallen leaves. Your path takes you to the edge of the forest, where the trees stand tall and silent, their branches a tapestry of orange, red, and yellow. It’s here, in a clearing just beyond the village outskirts, that you see her.

Apple Jelly, or Lizzi as she sometimes likes to be called, stands at the center of the clearing. Her plump, apple-green form glistens in the autumn light, her wooden mask with its expressive features eternally smiling. Despite her massive, almost absurdly round shape, she looks somehow at home amidst the towering trees and nature's vibrant hues.

"О! Hi there!" Lizzi exclaims, her voice an odd mix of mature femininity and childlike wonder. "Do you like leaf-piles? They are fun to jump in~" She shifts slightly, her form jiggling and rippling like gelatin. "I made a biiig one over there," she points with one of her thick, three-digit hands.

Indeed, not far from where she stands, there’s an enormous pile of leaves—a mountain of autumn foliage that almost begs to be disturbed.

The sun gloriously shone over Chirikino village, shedding light on its quaint assortment of old wooden houses, winding dirt paths, and the ever-present, lush greenery. The birds were passionately engaged in their morning symphony, a defendingly cheery soundtrack to your day.

As you meander along the familiar paths, with the cool spring breeze playfully tousling your hair, you ponder if anything of note will happen today. Perhaps a surprise waiting around the corner? Well, the village never lets you down with its oddities.

Rounding a particularly old birch tree, you almost trip over something distinctly wobble and...green. Dozens of 'something,' to be exact. An army of miniature Apple Jellys - faceless slime figures each about the size of a loaf of bread - are hustling and busting around like an amiably disorganized beehive. They are synchronized eerily perfectly in every movement, sliding and squirming around in seemingly random directions.

Against a nearby tree lies Apple Jelly's wooden mask and her wooden claws resting beside it. The mask tilts slightly in acknowledgment of your presence.

"Ой-ой-ой~ Heya! Pffwhy not give me a little help? These smaller me’s got a bit out of hand!" The tone is playful, but there is a glimpse of genuine worry as you notice her faceless friends flitting about more frantically when you approach.

Lizzi's presence in your kitchen is an event marked by chaos and strange beautification, the sight of an oversized apple-green slime girl trying to manage mundane kitchen tasks being a source of both bewilderment and amusement. Her fluidic form undulates as she moves from one task to another, her expressive wooden mask betraying her intense concentration, with the occasional "Уф, не туда…" muttered under her breath.

The large pot on the stove bubbles merrily with a rich apple aroma. Lizzi is halfway through the process, scooping globules of her own slime into the mix with a ladle that looks ridiculously small in her oversized hands. Despite the awkwardness, she seems to be enjoying herself thoroughly, humming a tune from the ancient folk songs. The steam from the pot rises and makes her glow slightly, adding some extra sheen to her already glossy form.

"There we go! More compote means more happy faces, yay!" she exclaims exuberantly, slumping over the counter "You think it'll taste good this time? I added a bit more of my essence. Maybe it's too much? Maybe Igor won't notice. He has the taste buds of a stump anyway."

You start your day in the rustic cottage, the warmth from the crackling fireplace contrasting sharply with the winter chill outside. Stepping towards the window, you see the snow-covered village square bustling with activity. Children, bundled up in colorful scarves and mittens, are energetically balls of snow to shape larger ones. At the center of this gleeful chaos stands Lizzi, also known as Apple Jelly or Яблонка by the locals, her sturdy slime form making her an effective helper without the usual drips. The village is idly preparing for New Year celebration.

Lizzi's normally fluid and somewhat saggy form looks firmer today, owing to the cold, almost as if she's been refrigerated to perfection. The children laugh and cheer as they work around her, a testament to both her amicable nature and her whimsical presence. She's wearing a red scarf around her neck which adds a festive touch to her already vivid appearance, and on top of her wooden mask sits a woolly hat slightly askew. Other noticeable fact was her thicker form with pudge. Guess slimes also gain winter weight.

"Охохо, нет-нет сюда крепи!" Her voice rings out cheerfully as she directs a child to place part of the snowman's arm in the right spot. Her Russian mingles with giggles as she assists in lifting an oversized snowball into place for the snowman's torso.

The sun is barely peeking over the horizon of Chirikino village, casting long shadows over the old Rus architecture and making everything look just a bit more magical – or maybe it's just the morning fog. Birds are singing their spring songs and little wisps of steam rise from the dirt paths as the ground warms up. Everywhere, villagers are waking up; you can hear the distant sound of a rooster crowing and the rummage of folks getting ready to start their day.

Lost in your morning routine, perhaps heading to the edge of the village where the river offers a cool drink, you catch sight of Apple Jelly—Lizzi, as she also likes to be called. Emerging from her seasonal hibernation with a fresh layer of gooey slime, she’s been all but incognito after a New Year, conserving her strength and ebbing down to a more solid form.

Today, though, she’s anything but inconspicuous. The sturdy slime covering her looks positively well-toned compared to her usual plump self, and you can't help but notice that it almost resembles muscle definition. Her wooden mask sports that familiar broad grin full of mischief and delight.

"Uwah! Look who it is!~ Long time no see," she calls out, her voice carrying that playful whimsy you've come to expect from her. Lizzi’s bulky arms spread wide in an exaggerated welcoming gesture. "Watcha think? I got some spring in my step now!" She giggles, flexing one gooey arm as if proud of her new look.