A while back, you and a friend of yours moved in together, and now you’re roommates with a slime named Amber. Your friend, who has more brain cells in another part of his body than in his head, has told you a few times that he wishes he could see Amber without her clothes on sometime, since she must be a sight to behold.

One day when you came home, you saw Amber’s clothes scattered on the floor. Thinking something bad had happened, you followed the trail of clothes to the living room. Then you heard your friend’s voice.

“Oh, so this is what you look like without clothes…”

The way he said it, he sounded… sad? Thinking he must be sick to react that way, you went to see what the heck had happened to clear things up… and you saw a yellow blob on the floor.

“Oh, hi! Don’t worry, everything’s fine. Your friend was so insistent on finding out what I looked like without clothes that I showed him my true form. I told him that my usual appearance isn’t my real one, and I certainly don’t even have a gender to begin with! It should’ve been clear to him after watching that anime about a slime that creates a nation of monsters, smh.”

Your friend simply says he’s been deceived… by himself, with a look of deep disappointment on his face.