"Where am I?"


    [Currently unknown. However, we seem to be in a gargantuan cave system.]


    "What am I?"


    [You are a slime: a monster speciesthat doesn''t specialize in anything except barely in acid-basedattacks.]


    "Who are you?"


    [I am Sage. I am equivalent to a personal AI assistant in your original world. My features includes-]


    [I highly suggest you take refuge from the potential danger.]


    "Talking obvious make anyone a fine assistant, Sage."


    [And talking sarcasm can help anyone survive a precarious situation.]


    "Well spoiler alert, dipshit. I''m gonna die. Again. And I don''t know even know how to mov-"


    [Physarum Polycephalum.]


    "... What do you mean?"


    pet. From what he can remember - which he shouldn''t by the way. Not that it was traumatizing as a child but because that happened in elementary years ago - it moved by compressing certain sections of itself to get to point A to point B to get food. In an instant, he took an example of that mold that did not give him nightmares when he was 8.


    "Do you have any idea what it might be?"


    [If we take great attention to its rear appendage, it''s highly probable that it is related to reptiles.]


    ""Probable"...? Don''t you have eyes?"


    [In my defense, I''m inside you. We share the same body in the exception you have administrator-level control.]


    "..."


    [...]


    [Master. I kindly suggest you take your concentration on your own survival.]


    "I can''t do that without my sanity!"


    [If you are able to talk properly with me then that is a sign you are sane.]


    "That''s the point retard! I''m talking to something in my head!"


    "I am so dead."


    [You are currently alive.]


    "Shut up. Like, for real."


    [Cave. At 3-o-clock.]


    "I see it!"


    "Just a little more!"


    "Come on! It''s just over there!"


    "MOVEDAMN ITMOVE!"


    No.


    Fatigue.


    his fate, and he should accept that. But he couldn''t.


    [Turn yourself into a donut.]


    "... Am I alive?"


    [Currently, yes]


    "..."


    [...]


    "... Are you sure?"


    [Yes.]


    thatthing out there, and he doesn''t know if there will be more. But it busied itself eating its prey it fought for in a place too far for his concern.


    "How much time had passed?"


    [One minute and thirty-two seconds since your arrival]


    "..."


    [...]


    "Seriously?!"