TTIGRAAS: Predator

Chapter 1

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Telepathy: {{...}}

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Darkness.

Yeah, that's all I can see, aka nothing at all.

I tried opening my eyes, and honestly, I can't even tell if I succeeded or not. If I did, it's not like it made any difference. The ground under me is cold, hard, rough–am I on some kind of stone?

What even happened to me? The last thing I remember is Tamura sobbing and that strange voice playing in my head, teasing me about being a virgin. Recalling it irritates me, it's not like I chose that life, okay!?

I was stabbed, I didn't forget that. I mean, how could I? It was excruciating! Hot, searing pain followed by cold numbness, and now this... cave? I'm not sure, but I can't feel the sun on me. There's gotta be a roof of some sort above my head.

Surprisingly, I'm not hot or cold, and isn't it supposed to be cold underground? I mean, it's nice and all, but the lack of visual input is starting to freak me out. Seriously, I'm starting to panic a little here, and that's not like me!

Calm, cool, and collected. Those are traits I'm known for, yet I'm having a hard time not going into a frenzy over this.

Even worse, it seems like I can't move my arms or legs either. Am I paralyzed? In a coma? Or did they outright chop my limbs off for some reason? No...that doesn't make any sense. Amputation because of getting stabbed isn't a thing, as far as I know.

Still, I get the feeling they're gone, not just unable to be moved, and the more I think about it, I'm getting the impression my eyes are in a similar predicament. The same goes for my mouth, too.

I...don't have any of those anymore, do I?

That's what I'm starting to think, which really makes no sense unless...

It's been a lingering thought in the back of my head, a concerning idea that I'm starting to believe based on the tactile feedback I've gotten while trying to move my limbs.

If I died back there...and got reincarnated or whatever...no, there's no way...

But, there's really no way I can deny reality at this point. It's hard to believe, but I think I'm a slime of all things.

Yeah, I know, sounds crazy, right? I shouldn't just accept that, right? But...it feels correct to me for some reason, and if that's my reality now, I need to accept it.

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So I've accepted it: I'm a slime now.

I never thought I'd be in a situation like this before, but here I am!

It's been who knows how long since I've ended up in this state and all I've been able to do in the meantime is slide around, eating what I think is grass. Yeah, grass. Exciting. I'm still not sure if I'm underground, but I keep bumping into walls, so I'm at least somewhere confined.