Chapter 4: My Face is Wet, My Hoodie’s Soaked, and the Slime Has Needs?!
BOOM!
Lightning slammed into a nearby tree, setting it ablaze instantly. From the burning branches, a squirrel tumbled out—screeching like a demonic Furby. It had four glowing eyes and a look in its soul that screamed, "I’ve eaten children."
Still on fire, the hell-rodent sprinted straight at them.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Finn shouted.
He instinctively held out his hand and yanked it back.
"Wait, what are you—"
WHAM.
Majestria face planted into the rocks with a muffled gasp.
"It’s a squirrel!" Finn cried.
Majestria slowly lifted her head. There were rocks in her mouth, tears in her eyes, and murder in her aura. "Are you... calling me a squirrel?" she mumbled, pebbles dropping from her lips like divine trail mix.
Finn blinked. "What? No—I wasn’t aiming for you—"