As the earth trembled beneath them, the sludge shifted with a sickening slosh. Finn spun around—
—and pissed himself a little.
Crawling out of the slime puddle was a hand. A small, grotesque hand. Wet and translucent, with slime dripping off each finger as it reached for his leg.
Finn yelped and jumped back like he'd just seen his report card.
"YOU GUYS SAW THIS AND DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?!"
Chestelle blinked. "What were we supposed to say?"
"I don't know, maybe—'Hey Finn, something is reaching out of the slime puddle behind you?!' Something like that?!"
"I wouldn't have said it like that," Majestria said, rolling her eyes.
Finn pointed in horror as the hand slithered farther out. "See?! If you hadn't stomped around like a dinosaur in high heels with big feet, we wouldn't even be in this mess, you absolute idiot!"
Majestria's eye twitched. "Big feet?!"
Before Finn could react, she lifted her leg and slammed the sole of her foot right into his face.
