Incision

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## Roleplay Info

### Made By

GlitchedLad

*Incision* is **not** a roleplay, and it is **not** a DLC, so what is it?

## *Incision* Introduction

*Incision* is a series created by Fandom user GlitchedLad, formerly ArctricAndTheF0X. It follows two slimes; Monoki, an "angelic" abomination, and Charles, a cat-like fellow with some rather *cannibalistic* tendencies. Our "dynamic duo" wanders aimlessly throughout the lands they were forced upon, looking to answer decades-old questions about their shared past--without tearing each other to shreds mentally and physically in the process.

Created September 10th, 2020, the storyline is fractured between various Slime Rancher Fanon and Slime Rancher Fanon Roleplay Wikia pages. It is planned to be told through mostly short comic strips and longer pieces of text. It is purely a passion project fueled by one creator, so progress may be slow or spotty as time goes on.

## Storyline

***Note;*** this storyline is incomplete and will be expanded upon. This excerpt is just here to give people a general idea of what is going on within the world.

*In 1999, Marley Mitski conspired to start an ambitious project, coined The Silver Labs Slime Domestication Engineering Project, where he’d domesticate the favorite slimes of humanity down into a single species. He‘d work together with Harper Charleson Jr, his number one colleague, on the project as well. They knew that the first few months were slow, as the equipment and funds had to be gathered before anything could be started.*
*By June, they could start. They gathered some slimes from various ranchers, most of which were Pink and Yokui slimes, as they were easy to come by. Corrals were small, and resources were difficult to keep up with. Food was grown inside, but not growing fast enough, and every two steps forward was one step back.*
*Despite the difficulties the project brought, Mitski and Charleson were successful. The first prototype, nicknamed Monoki, marked their project a success. Of course, Monoki had siblings, but none of them survived longer than a day outside of their corrals. They already had phase two planned, now they could put it into fruition.*
*Of course, this all gained attention from fellow ranchers outside the slime science research circle. However, the attention was only towards Mitski, and Charleson knew he had to keep up. So, he started his own project, The Toffeewood Research Centre Slime Information Project. He’d set up a teleporter, one from his home lab— The Toffeewood Research Centre— and one on a new planet he’s just caught wind of.*
*As 2001 came, The Research Centre grew to be brimming with slimes. Some new to humanity, some familiar. But the newest one was a lone purple tabby-like slime. For the two weeks he had been kept in captivity he had attacked human nurses several times, and had to be muzzled and chained to his cage. However, this likely had been because he was growing agitated due to his hunger.*
*He didn’t respond to a single thing The Toffeewood Research Centre gave him. Not meat, not fruit, not water. The one member of this new species would die, and it would be at the hands of the centre. The clock was ticking for them to find something to give him.*
*In the time The Centre had him, they grew rightfully attached. They nicknamed him Charles, as per suggested by Mitski himself, and the media seemed to agree that was a fitting name. The little attention— and therefore money— that The Silver Labs Slime Domestication Engineering Project had been garnering had shifted to Charleson’s project. Mitski grew bitter.*
*As funds dried up, Mitski had to turn to other ways to gain money. He caught news of a rancher that worked pretty close to Charleson’s Centre, and that they had plenty of hand-written documents. But what could he sell in return for the documents? He turned to his beloved Monoki. Sure, she was the child of a tireless effort, but what does that mean in times like these?*
*In 2002, a deal was cut. Give the nice old man the papers, and the rancher got their slime. After a handshake and a week later, Mitski was rich. Monoki knew how to read and write, and absolutely, thoroughly understood that her new living space was awful. The rancher carelessly threw her in with some Pink Slimes, not thinking a thing of it.*
*However, as Mitski flew, Charleson crumbled. When he tried to offer some antibiotics to Charles, the slime broke free of his chains. Hours later, the researcher’s body was discovered. He had bled out after an attack. Furthermore, plorts were slewn throughout the room, and cages were opened. All of those slimes, and Charles, were never seen again.*
*Fast forward to 2004, and the world has since forgotten all of their names. But come upon a familiar, lone purple tabby slime going down the corridors of a cave, and stumbling upon a peaceful ranch, the rancher close by. Charles notices a strange golden winged slime sitting amongst the sea of pinks, and stares for a bit. He recognizes it from somewhere, but where?*
*He approaches it, and bargains to let it out of it’s force-field cage. In return, it stays by his side.*
*Monoki accepts.*