Behind his friends Dylan glooped his way along, working hard to both move and rebuild his body of slime. He made a single leg for a moment before it splattered when he tried to support his weight on it. Although by the time they made it to the next room, Dylan had finally rebuilt himself into the man he once was... except fatter and made of slime. Even his clothes were slime, the real ones having been disintegrated in the gelatinous cube. His wand had disintegrated as well. And unlike Kit, he wasn’t experienced or strong enough with his magic to cast spells without it.
A sigh escaped the new slimeman, as best he could without breathing.
“I think I’ve got it!” he said proudly, sweeping his feet over the ground beneath him to clean up the drips of slime he was producing.
“Nice work.”
Nicolai patted his shoulder approvingly, withdrawing his hand quickly and shaking goop off his glove. Dylan just shrugged and smiled apologetically while Marceline stepped forwards, illuminating the huge cavern ....
... and the next cursed temptation …