Fischl X Slime - Race To The Finish -vicineko- -

Oz, perched on the cart's canopy, sighed. "Mein Fräulein, it’s a slime. It doesn’t have a constitution. Also, the race has started."

"Oh no," Oz muttered.

The slime bounced once, sparking affectionately, and offered her a single electro-charged berry. Fischl x Slime - Race to the Finish -ViciNeko-

As Fischl’s cart caught fire (again), the slime shot past the finish line—not with a bang, but with a soft, triumphant bloop . It jiggled smugly on a pedestal, wearing a tiny winner's laurel that had somehow materialized. Oz, perched on the cart's canopy, sighed

Fischl skidded to a halt, singed but proud. "A tactical concession," she panted, adjusting her eyepatch. "I allowed the familiar to win so it might taste the fleeting glory of victory before I reclaim the throne." perched on the cart's canopy