The hunger calls to you

You allow yourself to be drawn into the hungry feeling, gripping into it while it pulls at your mind. You are kneaded into the sharp mass, becoming softer and softer with it as you are mixed. Everything becomes fluid, a current of noise and sensation as you coalesce and become whole.

"Pathetic."

You become aware of your surroundings all at once. You are resting in a shallow basin laid in the floor of an enormous room. Your attention is split a dozen ways by flickering lights and moving figures, chattering and laughter assaulting you from all sides. Your mind struggles to track everything, and you narrow your sight to focus on those closest to you.

"What an enormous waste, a slime of all things." A raven haired demon seated in a throne at the head of the room shakes her head in disgust, gesturing dismissively towards you.

Well that's not very nice. You're the nicest slime you've ever known in your whole life! You can probably do all kinds of stuff, like eat a bunch and jiggle and be cute.

"Not really surprising with such poor ingredients." An enormous red woman walks around the basin to speak to the first, "Although I gotta say, never seen you mess up a spell before, did you even try to guide it?"

You move around experimentally, shifting your core around your mass while you wait for the demons to finish talking. You hope they have something to eat.

"I thought letting it develop on its own could be interesting, clearly a mistake." The woman on the throne presses a hand to her forehead and sighs, "Someone just remove it from my sight, I don't care what you do with it."

A goat-headed man in heavy black robes walks towards you holding a bottle with one hand while he casts a spell with the other. "If nothing else, can probably sell it." he mutters, reaching towards you with the bottle. You feel yourself being drawn towards the empty vessel and realizing what he intends, pull away instinctively.

You tremble with anger, how dare they treat you this way!? You pull your mass together and rise as high as you can in the basin, "Ya know, you guys are really rude!" You speak, a high pitched, bubbly voice emanating from your core and spreading in all directions. You do your best to sound indigna- indigi- idegn- mad, "Is this any way to treat someone ya just met?"

The goat-headed mage groans loudly "Oh goddess it's talking." He again pushes the bottle towards the basin, "Just get in the bottle okay?"

You shake your mass as him and pull farther away, "Nuh-uh! I'm hungry and you're dumb!"

"I will find you some food later if you just get in the damned bottle!" The frustrated mage tries to shove the enchanted container into your body, leaving you just a short moment to react.