Slippy the slime

In the pixelated world of Minecraft, deep within the emerald stillness of a lush swamp biome, lived a tiny green slime named Slippy. Unlike most slimes who spent their time bouncing aimlessly and splitting into smaller, crankier versions of themselves, Slippy had dreams. Big dreams.

While other slimes were content to float in murky water and lurk beneath hanging vines, Slippy longed to explore the vast Overworld. He dreamed of sliding across golden deserts, hopping through dense jungles, scaling snow-capped mountains, and even braving the mysterious, starless realm known as The End. But more than anything, Slippy wanted something simple—something he’d never had.

He wanted a friend.

Every day, as the square sun rose over the swamp, Slippy practiced his bounce. He tried to land gently on lily pads without making a splash. He timed his jumps with precision, mimicking the frogs who leapt nearby. The frogs watched in mild amusement, blinking slowly. The old witch in the rickety swamp hut would sometimes glance his way while brewing awkward potions, muttering under her breath, “That little blob’s gonna get squashed by a player one of these days.”

But Slippy didn’t care. He knew he was different, and he was determined to prove it.

One evening, just as the blocky sky turned orange and the square sun dipped below the horizon, a player wandered into the swamp. Her name was Luna. Dressed in purple enchanted armor that shimmered in the torchlight, she explored with quiet confidence, searching for slimeballs to craft sticky pistons for her redstone contraptions. She moved carefully, placing torches as she went, scanning the swamp for hostile mobs.

Slippy peeked from behind a vine-covered oak tree. His little green cube of a body quivered with excitement. This is it, he thought. My moment.

Mustering all his courage, he bounced out from the shadows and landed with a soft squish in front of her.

“Hi there!” he chirped in his highest-pitched, least-scary squeak. He tried to smile—it came out more like a twitch—but he gave it his best.

Luna jumped, instinctively pulling out her sword. Slippy froze. This could go very wrong.

“Wait! I’m not like the others!” he squeaked, bobbing up and down in what he hoped was a non-threatening wiggle.

Luna hesitated, then slowly crouched—the universal Minecraft peace gesture. Slippy wobbled with joy, splitting slightly in his excitement before quickly reforming.

“I’m Slippy,” he said. “I want to see the world!”

Luna tilted her head, then smiled just a little. She opened her inventory and pulled out a name tag. Carefully, she labeled it Slippy, then used it on the tiny slime. The name floated above his head in glowing white text. With a grin, she also attached a lead to him and gently tugged it.

“Come on, little guy.”

From that moment on, Slippy was no longer just a swamp slime. He was Luna’s companion—an adventurer’s sidekick.

They traveled far and wide. Slippy bounced across scorching deserts beside husks and cacti, wobbled through tangled jungle temples filled with traps, and even rode in boats and minecarts across vast lands. He once got lost in the Nether (but that’s a story for another time), and even stood bravely during a raid, hiding behind Luna’s boots.

Players across servers began whispering about him—the strange, friendly slime with a custom name tag, always seen following a well-armored player with a torch in hand. Some thought he was a glitch. Others believed he was a rare mob. But Luna and Slippy knew the truth.

Slippy had done it.

He had made a friend—and found his place in the blocky world.