My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 01 -Intro (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

Before I say this and you roll your eyes at me thinking I’m crazy or want to lock me up.

I want you to do ONE thing for me.

I WANT you to keep an OPEN mind and not judge me.

Can you do that?

Ok here it is……the supernatural is ***real***!!!

That’s right I said it.  

Ghosts are real.  Faeries are real.  

And **monsters** are real.

How do I know that?  

Simple I’m about to interview with a slime monster to be their host for the next year.

Ok I may have exaggerated about ghosts and faeries being real.  But if I’m about to be the host to a slime monster the rest has to be real.  Right?

I know you may be asking yourself **why** *I* would be the host to a slime monster.

Well the answer is easy if you think about it…….money.  $250,000 per month for a year to be exact.

Anyone with two brain cells would know this was a no brainer.

My name is Megan Landers.  And I’m 19 years old.

I know I know you may be asking yourself HOW I came to becoming a host for a literal slime monster?

Well…..that’s a little bit complicated……sort of.

I was looking for a job and was searching the online ads in my area.  Most of which didn’t sound appealing in my mind though I had jack shit for experience.

Why was I looking for a job?  Well that part was easy to answer.  I sucked in school.  Didn’t do good during the exams as I tried to get some type of scholarship for college.  Every college application I sent off came back with the standard *You’re not college material for our college* answer from just about EVERY college I applied to.

And with no prospects for a higher education.  And seeing how I don’t come from a family with money my only hope was either working OR trying to get into a community college.

But community college costs money.  Money I don’t have.  And in order to get money I needed a job.

So the *best* I could hope for was a waitressing job….or some burger flipper at one of the local fast food joints.

So what did I do…..I blasted my one page resume out onto the website as I *literally* hoped that someone would say yes to me for a job.

After a week of denials in response to my postings on applications I expanded my blast to other opening within my area.

I got more rejection emails that I added to the NO folder on possible jobs that I would be deleting once I finally got a job.

Then mysteriously I got an email for an offer as a ‘*Research Assistant*’ for a company I had never heard of that requested a phone interview.

I quickly emailed back excited at the possible job and set up a phone interview with the unknown company that I had never heard of.

A couple of days later I did the phone call and answered the questions as best as I could though I honestly felt dumb as I answered every question thrown at me.

After the phone call I instantly knew not only did I not get the job but I also knew that I would not be cut out for anything science-y and quickly decided to move on with another blast.

Imagine my surprise when they requested a video call the next day as I instantly accepted both shocked and happy for the return call.

I did the video call as I got to meet six different faces on the video call and once again started answering every question they threw at me.

Once again I felt stupid answering all their questions though I tried my best to answer them and after the call was done I found myself both hopeful that I somehow aced this round better than last time.  Well that and tried to avoid feeling hopeless.

The call ended and I felt useless….until two hours later when I got a call and was told someone would be picking me up in the morning to bring me in for a in person interview.

I blinked at the call but was nonetheless excited.

I hardly slept that night as I tried on every outfit I owned as I tried to figure out the best *professional* attire though I had no idea what constituted as what would be professional.

Eventually I settled on plain black pants and a simple flowery blouse as this was the *least* worn as most of my other outfits either had holes that was not appropriate or looked bad in some form or another.

Then came the makeup as I blended some many styles until I found a how to online to make myself look bland without caking on the makeup.

By the time there was a knock at the door I was so exhausted I was afraid that I would show up to the interview and fall asleep.

Luckily when the person picked me he informed me that it would be a four hour drive to get to where we needed to be so I naturally zonked out the moment I sat down in the car and was more than likely drooling before the car even moved as I was snoring.

When I woke I realized that I was still exhausted but now that I was at where I needed to be my nervousness kicked in and felt like I snored two lines of ground coffee as I got out of the car and walked into the tall building with the companies name on it that read ‘*Skrimsli Inc*’.

I blinked at the name wondering why the name looked so weird and why it was spelled the way it was.

But that was a momentary thought as I walked into the building and checked in.

I sat down expecting to be sitting FOREVER before I was seen but I was literally escorted to a room ten minutes later and was left in a bland room instantly making me think I was in a interrogation room with the police or something.

I waited in the room for another twenty minutes before a person in a lab coat walked in and introduced themselves as Dr. Clark Bishop.

He lightly spoke of the possible job avoiding certain words like *Host* and *slime Monster* as he congratulated me on the job…..IF I was still interested in the job at being a ‘*Research Assistant*’.

I did my best answering without saying ‘*Hell Yes*’ but somehow used the right words as Dr. Clark Bishop smiled and set down some paperwork in front of me.

I quickly signed the NDA not really paying too much attention to the wording.  Which Dr. Clark Bishop quickly took from me before he started REALLY outlining the job.

I nearly screamed when he said *Slime Monster* and *Host*.

He smiled as he held up the NDA telling me I couldn’t say anything to anyone.  And being 19 and pretty much stupid I didn’t know what to do feeling completely defeated.

Dr. Bishop explained that though I would be a **host** to a literal *Slime Monster* it was completely safe and non evasive, I had to look up THAT word after that conversation.  Then he explained that the *monster* needed sustenance and the BEST way for the monster to **eat** was attach to a *host*, aka me, and consume for an extended period of time.  After the time was up the *Monster* would detach from the Host and I would be completely fine like nothing happened.

I squinted at him and told him the ONLY thing I could think of….what was in it for me?

Then he told me how much the job paid and my jaw hit the ground when I was told I *could* make $250,000 per month.  I just had to state HOW LONG I was willing to be a host.

My options was one year….two…or three.

I quickly choose ONE year as being a host as I was still doubtful that I would be alive after a year as a literal *slime monster* would be using me to *eat* as I was fairly certain the monster would EAT me and I would no longer be alive.

But at $250,000 a month for a year what other choices did I have?

Flipping burgers?

Yeah right.

I quickly signed EVERY single document that Dr. Bishop put in front of me after I agreed to a year of being a monster’s food.

After everything was said and done Dr. Bishop smiled and said the company would arrange for a hotel room to sleep and I’ll meet the monster in the morning for one *final* interview.

I blinked when I was told I still had to interview with the monster as I thought monsters weren’t capable of logical thought if all it wanted to do was attach itself to me and eat.

I waited in the room until someone retrieved me and I was escorted from the building and the same person drove me to a hotel…..a nice hotel at that.

That night I quickly called my family and basically told them I got the job too scared to tell them what the actual job was so when they asked what the job was I told them I would be a Research Assistant and the rest of my answers to what I would be doing was *I don’t know* and *I have no idea*.

After the call I pretty much laid on the bed and was out too tired to be scared.

The next morning when I woke I got a call and was told my interview would be in the penthouse of the hotel I was staying in.  I just needed to retrieve the penthouse card from the reception desk.

I went down to reception told them I was expecting a penthouse card/  I told them my name and was quickly given a card and I rode the elevator to the penthouse.

I stood in front of the door of penthouse when I arrived on the top floor thinking I was going crazy and pinched myself more than once to make sure this wasn’t some weird dream/nightmare.

With one final breath I reached out and inserted the card to unlock the door as I was about to be interviewed by a monster.

Little did I know that after this my life would **change** forever.

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