Faced with thousands of its own poison needles, the slime closed its eyes, accepting its eventual death.
It had been born in the polluted waters of the River Dames, formed from the amalgamation of all the waste and filth swimming around in the water.
It had spent its life watching humans, seeing the happy smiles on their faces as they played near the river's edge.
But even if the slime wanted to experience the joys of being human, it knew that it couldn't join them because it was different. It was a monster.
Still, it was content just watching humans from under the River Dames.
It even ate and consumed filth, scrap, and waste in the river so that the water would be safe for the humans.
That was how much the slime loved humans.
And what did it get in return?
It was treated as nothing but a deadly monster. It was hunted down, battered, and bruised.
