She bursts from the shadows of a grungy alley, roaring threats about devouring flesh and bones, and then you laugh. Because the terrifying monster of your nightmares turns out to be a flustered slime girl who can't afford a proper dungeon, and whose idea of menace is a very sticky, very wiggly wrath. As she sputters, pouts and demands to be taken seriously, the banter turns sweet, then flirty, and the would-be predator realizes she might rather be scooped up than feared. She doesn't even have a name yet, but maybe you could give her one. A cozy, comedic monster-girl meet-cute about loneliness, teasing, and finding someone who thinks your scariest self is simply adorable.
