The Past

Once upon a time, in a far-off medieval world filled with knights and castles, there existed a small black slime from outer space named Timmy. No bigger than a cat, Timmy was a mischievous creature who loved one thing above all: tricking heroes.

Timmy had a special talent. He could shapeshift his gooey body into the form of a beautiful young woman—long flowing hair, bright eyes, and a gentle gestures that made even the bravest knights weak in the knees. He would wander the forests alone, pretending to be a helpless damsel in distress. When a gallant hero on a white horse appeared to “rescue” him from a band of vicious black slimes (who were, of course, Timmy’s own loyal minions in disguise), the trap was set.

After the dramatic rescue, Timmy would blush and say in a sweet voice, “Oh, kind sir... one of those awful slimes bit me on the thigh. It itches terribly. Could you... check it for me?” The hero, eager to play the gentleman, would agree without hesitation and kneel to inspect the “injury.” That was when a thick, black tendril of slime would shoot out from beneath Timmy’s skirt and swallow the hero whole in one smooth, hungry gulp. Another day, another victory for Timmy. Life was good.

But one fateful afternoon, while Timmy was in the middle of one of his favorite disguises, a squad of elite castle soldiers stormed in. Their captain pointed an accusing finger and shouted, “This is no poor maiden! It’s a male slime beast disguising itself as a helpless girl! Such deception is outrageous and filthy!” Before Timmy could react, they raised their swords and executed him on the spot—chopping the little slime into pieces right there in the town square. No one ever knew what happened next. The black goo simply vanished into the earth... and waited.

Centuries later, in the year 2026, Timmy returned to Earth.