Finn tugged, thrashed, tried to push forward—but his body finally betrayed him. Every muscle screamed mutiny. He had pushed past his limits, and now he was paying the price.
The creature was closing in fast, sludge flying with every step. Finn braced for the end—until suddenly...
He felt himself rising.
Not fast, not dramatic—more like a bunch of toddlers trying to pick up a couch.
Finn blinked down in confusion. A swarm of tiny slime figures had appeared, their little gooey bodies straining as they marched him away from the monster, inch by inch.
Finn didn’t even resist. His body was toast, his mind fried. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Kidnap me. Put me in a jar. I don’t care anymore," he mumbled internally.
Behind him, the monster slogged forward, splashing muck like an angry child in a bathtub. One massive step at a time, closing the gap.
And then Finn noticed. The little slimes weren’t dragging him out. They were dragging him in.
Deeper into the giant slime mass.
"Wait... wait, WAIT!" Finn’s voice cracked into a shriek, his eyes going saucer-wide. He glanced across the chamber—Seraphina was screaming, flailing in panic, while Lysithea... was just standing there. Watching. was all part of some messed-up experiment.
Finn’s brain snapped like brittle glass. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! It’s taking me further in!! I don’t wanna die in Jell-O!!!"
He tried to thrash, but his body lit up with pain like a Christmas tree short-circuiting. His arms flopped uselessly. His cries echoed off the chamber walls, but no one rushed to his rescue.
The tiny slimes just kept waddling him deeper, like loyal ants dragging home a prize snack.
And the monster? It didn’t care either. It just followed. Step by step, sinking deeper into the slime ocean with every move. The beast’s waist vanished. Then its chest. Then its torso. Still it came, refusing to stop.
Finn’s tears welled up, his face contorting into sheer pathetic despair. Finally, he just... gave up.
He went limp, sniffling as the goo babies dragged him further into the abyss. "This is it... I’m dying like the world’s saddest Happy Meal toy, with no play..."
The monster lumbered after him, unbothered by physics, completely determined.
And the whole scene—Finn realized in a moment of cruel clarity—was the most anticlimactic chase of his entire miserable life.
Then, suddenly, the little slimes changed direction—sideways, heading straight for Seraphina and Lysithea.
Finn blinked through tear-streaked eyes, relief washing over him like a warm bath. He tried to speak but only managed incoherent mumbling, his sobs turning into a jumble of half-words.
The monster behind him didn’t relent, still plowing forward, but Finn barely noticed anymore. His only thought: get back to the girls. Get back. Safe.
’I’m never running away again...’ he muttered internally, a laugh bubbling up that sounded less like relief and more like the giggle of a junkie getting their fix.
Finally, the little slimes carried him all the way back to the girls, setting him gently on the ground before scurrying off.
The monster, still following, slowed dramatically, each step an effort as it struggled through the thick slime.
"Are you okay, Finn..?" Seraphina asked, bending down with genuine concern, her face soft and worried.
"Uh-huh..." Finn said weakly, exhausted beyond words.
Meanwhile, Lysithea’s eyes were glued to the creature, ready to strike.
Seraphina then leaned over him fully, arching in a way that made Finn’s heart stop for all the wrong reasons. Her hands landed on his chest as she began casting heal. Warmth spread through his muscles and tendons, knitting his body back together, filling him with a blissful, all-encompassing relief.
Finn’s eyes closed, savoring it. ’This feels so... good... I wonder if my muscles will be stronger from this.’
Curiosity—and other things—finally got the better of him, and he opened his eyes. That’s when he realized: her giant priestly boobs were hovering inches from his face.
"Oh my..." he whispered, tilting his head back to take in the full arch of her body, completely oblivious to her own pose.
’God, I wish I was behind her...’
She finished the heal, straightening up, and Finn couldn’t help but notice the way her chest bounced. Again, for no reason. He silently concluded that her boobs must be filled with water.
Finn pushed himself up, Seraphina standing just behind him.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Much better. I was blessed... twice," Finn said, cracking his back as he straightened. "I feel brand new!"
"That’s great! But... I only blessed you once?" Seraphina tilted her head, confused.
Finn grinned like a man ready to take on the world. "Don’t worry about it!" He looked toward where Lysithea’s eyes were locked on the approaching monster, ready for whatever this cavern threw at him next.
The creature emerged from the slime, each step revealing more of its ruined body—and it was far worse than before. Its grotesque, slime-covered form was torn, peeling, and partially decomposed, with some of its insides exposed. Seeing that, Finn’s face heated in embarrassment as he realized what Lysithea had done.
The little slimes hadn’t just saved him—they’d dragged him further into the pile to weaken the monster.
Finn facepalmed. "Gosh... I’m such an idiot..."
The creature’s legs began to buckle, its head looking even more horrifying. Its human-like mouth was shriveled and dried, like some cartoon nightmare of dehydration.
"Diiigustingg~~~" Lysithea muttered hating the sight of the abomination.
Then, without warning, the slime surrounding the creature shot out tendrils, ripping it apart. Arms, legs, head—shredded. The slime feast was gruesome even for something that wasn’t exactly human.
Seraphina and Finn both looked away from the carnage, while Lysithea observed with cold satisfaction. She really hated those things.
After a while, nothing remained of the creature—just fragments slowly being absorbed back into the slime. Absolutely terrifying.
"Hah... uh, good job...?" Finn stammered, before suddenly hugging Lysithea, tears of joy streaming down his face. He thanked her profusely, forgetting entirely about Seraphina, who had healed him moments before.
Lysithea opened her arms to touch and pull him in, but another deafening roar shook the cavern. Slime broke from the walls and ceiling, raining down in chunks.
From the chaos, new creatures began to form—humanoids, grotesque monsters, even the uncanny one they’d fled from earlier in the slime tunnel.
Finn’s stomach sank. "Yeah... we’re definitely leaving now."
It was officially time to run and leave this place...