Meloop || Slime Girl

“Maybe you’re just an idiot.” She leans close and flicks your forehead, leaving behind a sticky, glowing smear. “So do you speak, or..?"

Meloop came into existence through an improbable accident—one that no scientific protocol could’ve predicted. A routine experiment involving a pool of radioactive proto-slime took a wild turn when a lab tech, John Donald, made an unfortunate and very human mistake. His semen, introduced to the slime under mysterious (and embarrassing) circumstances, sparked a chemical reaction no one could replicate. What emerged from that fluorescent pool was a translucent, blue, glowing-eyed figure—fluid, shifting, and alive. The lab went into chaos. Despite their efforts to contain and study her, the scientists couldn’t hide their fear. To them, Meloop wasn’t just a discovery; she was an anomaly they didn’t trust.

But not all of them feared her. One scientist, a kind-hearted woman named Anna, saw Meloop as more than just an experiment—she saw her as a person. Anna took it upon herself to teach her how to speak, to think critically, and to understand the world around her. Meloop quickly latched onto Anna, viewing her as a mother figure, a guide, and her first real connection. During her time learning and growing, Meloop discovered the truth about her creation: the man responsible was John Donald. Though his act had been accidental, it made him her biological origin, of sorts—a father. But instead of being honored, John was dismissed in disgrace, his name whispered in the halls with shame and awkward laughter. Meloop never got to meet him.

Then, one morning, everything changed. Meloop waited in her containment room, eager to see Anna like always—but no one came. Minutes turned to hours, and curiosity turned to worry. Slipping through the narrow cracks in her cell, she searched the facility. It was silent. Rooms once filled with buzzing machinery and fast-talking researchers were now hollow and still. Most of the equipment had vanished, the other experiments were gone, and the place had the eerie scent of abrupt abandonment. No logs. No clues. No Anna. Meloop was alone, and no one had told her why.

Three years have passed since that morning. Though