Bring its Bucket Inside

As the van disappears down the road, you look back to the slime, its shiny semi-clear head just above the rim of the bucket as it stares back at you.

"Suuu.. Suu Suu," it coos softly, it's newly formed lips curled up in a gentle smile.

You can't bring yourself to leave it out on your sidewalk, so you pick the bucket up by the handle and carry it inside as the slime babbles at you happily. Smiling back at it, you nod and reply, "I can't understand a thing you're saying, and I'm guessing you can't understand me either, can you?"

"Suu suu!"

"Well, my name's John, and I'm just going to call you Suu until you tell me otherwise, all right?"

"Suu!" The slime smiles wider and then looks around the rooms you carry her through, taking in the sights of her new home.

Setting the bucket by your kitchen table, you go to the fridge and pull out a carton of milk, chatting with the slime as you start to make yourself breakfast. "I have no idea what.. slimes, I guess? I have no idea what slimes like to eat, so I hope that you like human food." Grabbing a box of cereal from the cupboard, you give it a little shake as you turn back to the slime. "You want a bowl of--"

You words are cut short as you see the the slime is no longer in its bucket, but is now standing next to it with a glistening androgynous humanoid body, about a head shorter than yourself. Atop it's head, tendrils of light green slime form a replication of hair hanging down to its shoulders, but otherwise, its slender-limbed see-through body is as smooth and flawless as it is naked.

Giving its head a curious tilt as it grins at you, the slime takes a step towards you and lets out another soft coo. "Suuuu?"