Merse stared in shock at the immense giant slime creature rolling into her home. It was massive, easily blocking the doorway and barring any hope of escape. She knew her metal weapons were useless, and grabbed a log from the fire. She waved the flames at the creature, holding it a bay and dodging the attacks of its slimy tentacles. Her only hope was that someone else outside would catch its attention, and it would leave in search of easier prey.
But her prayers were not answered. As she waved her flaming torch a tendril of slime snuck behind her and grabbed her ankle. Her ankle burned as the acidic slime began to slowly absorb her flesh. She hissed in pain. In the dying light of the fire, she saw a weakened Drin reach into his cloak and pull out a strange bottle. He opened it and tossed it into the slime. It was quickly absorbed, and appeared to do no damage.
What was the fool trying to do? thought Merse. I guess it doesn't matter now. We'll both be dead soon.
Suddenly, the slime slowly began to get sucked into the bottle. The mass of the creature greatly shrank, as it slowly contracted into the bottle.
"What the hell was that?" shouted Merse, as the creature slowly began to disappear.
Drin coughed weakly. "Just a little something I was given as a gift. The wizard told me it was a prison that could contain any beast it touched. I was saving it for an emergency."
"Well, I think this certainly qualifies, " said Merse, as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "Thanks, Drin. You saved my life. I owe you one .... Yah!"
Merse yelped, as she felt something tug on her ankle. She looked down, and saw the tendril of slime slowly pulling her into the bottle.
"Oh shit! Help me, Drin! " said Merse, as she reached out to him.
But it was too late, and she was sucked into the bottle along with the slime. In the bottle, she strangely felt not pain. She expected to feel a burning as she was slowly absorbed by the acidic slime. But instead she just felt warm, wet, and well - slimy. She couldn't see anything. Everything looked dark. Merse was beginning to think she was dead, and this was some kind of hell. Lord knows that was where she was headed for all the evil she had done in her life. She was about to just accept her fate, when she suddenly saw a bright light.
Am I actually going to heaven? she thought, as she felt herself rushing toward the great white light.
But as Merse plopped out of the bottle in a puddle of slime, she once again found herself in her small shack.
"Oh, thank God, " said Drin. "I thought I had killed you."
"No such luck, " said Merse, as she tried to spit the thick gelatinous goo out of her mouth. "Can you help me get this stuff off ? It's pretty gross, and I can't seem to get it off."
Drin reached forward to wipe the goo away, but jerked his hand back as the acid of the slime burned him. Drin was a little curious why it didn't seem to bother Merse. She was covered in it from head to foot. He could barely make out her face under the goo. But he didn't really care at the moment. He was just happy she was safe. He grabbed a thick towel and started wiping. But try as he might he couldn't find her under the goo.
Drin suddenly backed away, finally understanding what had happened.
"Hey? What's the big deal? Get me out of this sticky slime! " said Merse angrily.
"I don't think I can, " said Drin softly.
"And just why not?" said Merse angrily. "Too high and mighty to get your little hands a little dirty?"
"No, it's not that, " said Drin shakily. "I think that magic bottle merged you and the slime when it sucked you up together. I can't get the slime off because you ARE the slime now!"