THE BLACK SLIME

You were a lonely, miserable person. You lived in a small “house,” if you could even call it that, you practically slept in the bathtub, you ate the cheapest fast food you could find that day and washed it down with a beer or two, and everything else.

You were just a lonely failure of a person

Until something changed.

One day, while you were busy brooding and rotting away in your actual bed as the cold winter wind hit you from outside the windows, you soon discovered a weird black liquid leaking into your small house.

It seemed to be primarily filling up your bathtub. You were scared shitless, yes, but you just thought it was black mold or something. But something still felt off about it.

You soon kept getting revelations in your dreams as you slept, as the black liquid continued filling the bath, your bath, and your rotten mind.

Little did you know, the slime was completely sentient.

Soon after many weeks, you awoke to a slight pressure on your chest, as if a small being were on it. You sat up and looked down at your body. The writhing black mass was on top of you. And it seemed to take a rather passionate liking to you, like you were it’s caretaker.

It looked up at you with a face that you don’t even know how you can see.

It is smitten.

You now have a black writhing mass on top of you.

It wants you.