Marjorie
It emerged from within a silver canister, squirming and schlepping over the rim before plopping to the ground in a heap with a wet *Plop*. It had just finished cleaning out another of these food storages, leaving only the inedible wrappings and other detritus behind. Occasionally, it would stumble upon a rat or various insects, and they were absorbed just like anything else. It could even simulate the rat bodies with its own, but bugs were too small. Mere protein, and calcium carbonate for structure. 

It leapt forward, performing a few hops before shifting to the form of a man with shaggy, blonde hair. He appeared naked at first, and unashamedly so, but clothes emerged from his skin to cover him, though the pants were backwards. 

The transition took only moments, and the man's face was strangely blank the whole time. His gaze, directed at seemingly nothing like a blind man's, never shifted throughout his emergence and self-clothing. His facial features similarly held no emotion, unmoving.

It had spent a few hours here at least, and the area was devoid of sustenance. It was time to move elsewhere, and it's skin sensed some not too far away.
Migdalia
It was a normal day, as normal as they could be anyways, and The Handyman was strolling around the slums. 

Up and down the alleyways, gazing through the windows of buildings here and there. The more familiar with his surroundings and area, naturally the more successful he would be in his crimes. Break-ins, getaways, for any crime you would do there was without doubt a benefit for doing your scouting. It was tedious but it had to be done after all.

One boring alleyway and then several more. Nothing much of note but it was useful to know the routes. One more boring alleyw- wait a minute.

The Handyman would peer down an alleyway and see a strange man staring forth blankly, he would stand a moment watching. Odd.
Marjorie
A new scent pervaded the area ahead of it, and it stopped in place to observe the approaching human. 

From the depths of its subconscious, a small voice telling it to raise an appendage in greeting, rose to the surface. In response, it slowly raised a hand in the direction of the newcomer. 

However, it still failed to control the direction of its eyeballs, and outsiders would simply see a shaggy-looking man raise his arm straight out, palm directly facing The Handyman. While his arm was dead-on, his gaze appeared unfocused and only vaguely pointed at the villain's position. 

*Act like a regular human,* It thought to itself, *... What do they say?...* It wracked its brain to recollect the few discussions it had overheard while gorging itself. 

Considering it only had the appearance of a person, and none of the internal organs and structure, a voice box wasn't available. Thus, it had to vibrate parts of its body at varying frequencies to replicate a voice, and a croaking speech emanated from the head area of the man. 

"Hel. Lo... Sup?" While the speech was intelligible, the man's mouth did not move in sync with the words. His jaw simply opened and closed repeatedly, as if pulled by strings.
Migdalia
The Handyman would watch calmly as the idle man begin to raise his palm towards him. It appeared to do some shoddy attempt at a wave, their eyes appearing to lack several moments behind.

Before long the strange *Person* Would begin to act once again. His jaw almost unhinging up and down as a voice began to ring out from him.

The Handyman would take a step forward towards the thing and look him up and down, "Now you are peculiar aren't you, hello all the same."
Marjorie
"Pecu... Liar," It repeated, digesting the phrase. It understood the words, even knew the meaning upon hearing them, but it was as if it had only just recalled the concepts. 

As The Handyman stepped closer, the slime's arm would remain pointed at him. It was silent as it tried to come up with a response to the approaching human. 

*I am peculiar, but still being greeted?* It wondered to itself, trying to compare its behavior to the behavior of humans it had seen in passing. So long as it could hide in plain sight, it likely wouldn't need to worry about trouble. 

It had to maintain appearances, as otherwise it would need to take this human with it. The last one had been incredibly loud before it had engulfed the head, and that would just draw attention needlessly. 

"Nice. Day." It spoke again, "And. You?"

*Nailed it.*
Migdalia
The Handyman would watch the man's arm as he approached, seeing as it remained raised despite having completed its purpose. This man, this thing, it was clearly abnormal. As to what exactly was wrong with them was still yet to be known.

He would look the creature up and down, one hand held at his tool belt carefully just in case. "Nice day indeed," He would reply to the creature, once again taking note of his mismatching jaw movements.

"So tell me, *Sir*" 

He would release a breath as he spoke,

"Who might you be?"
Marjorie
*Who? ... Who...*

It pondered the question, but the name it could have had would not come to mind. All that it could think of, was when the first human it met had spoken to it. 

*"Caesar, there you are..."* It recalled the man's words. Though it did not realize its behavior, the slime repeated the phrase out loud at the same time. Strangely, while the voice remained unchanged in tone, it flowed eloquently.

It sat silently for a moment, internally deciding to use the name for now. It did not yet recognize the significance of the name, but it did recognize it as a name. 

It would serve. 

"Caesar," It spoke aloud, and even finally managed to execute its ventriloquism to an almost-natural degree. 

"Who... Are you?" It, Caesar, slowly tried to rectify its speech. Akin to adopting an accent, Caesar tried to mimic The Handyman's mannerisms and flow of speech. 

The result was not really mimicry, as Caesar could currently only manage to produce a monotone vibration shaped into words. However, the flow of its "Vocalizations" Was marginally better. 

Noting the shift in posture of The Handyman, Caesar similarly dropped its arm down. Its stance, while somewhat natural, was still rigid as Caesar stood perfectly upright.
Migdalia
The Handyman would simply watch as the creature appeared to be processing his words. 

A moment would pass.

Then another.

And before long a response would be formed, "Caesar".

"You're getting better at speaking *Caesar*." The Handyman would say to him calmly.

"I am The Handyman." His eyes would scan over the creature oddly as it had done several time before.

"Now you must tell me further, what are you? No reason to hide it, I know you're not a normal person."
Marjorie
Caesar froze, and tried to discern The Handyman's intentions. It did not sense any malice or aggression yet, and it had no reason to suspect any hidden schemes. 

Its visage wobbled slightly, like looking at a reflection on water, before the shaggy man's features began to melt into themselves. Its nose flattened and actually seemed to slough off, dripping and falling off before colliding with its chest and melting into the greater body. 

Caesar's skin turned a translucent red, the surrounding area visible through the edges of its body. Its center mass was a more opaque, hazy red cloud that did not allow one to see through it. 

No longer remotely human-looking, Caesar looked to be a large clump of gelatin. Its body seemed to undulate under its "Skin", no movement reaching or affecting the surface. 

"Hungry," It said, the whole body vibrating as Caesar spoke to The Handyman.
Migdalia
The Handyman continued watching, his face remaining calm as Casar's visage faded from it's human form into translucence.

A few moments would pass before Caesar's form had disappeared entirely, his features disappearing one by one. 

"Now you are unique aren't you," He would say with a chuckle,

"If you're hungry all you need to do is look around, don't go eating innocent people. But the scum and worst of the worst, well its a free for all buffet."