Your Emotional Support Slime

There is a box on your doorstep. It's not terribly large--maybe the size of a microwave, or a PC tower. On its top is emblazoned the logo of the Chimera Foundation, a manticore cradling a dove. There is no sign of whoever delivered it, even though moments ago a knock sounded on your front door, bringing you here. And the box does appear to be addressed to you. Before you can ponder the question of the mysterious box any longer, the box shakes. Then, it suddenly pops open as a hand that appears to made of translucent blue slime pushes up the flaps of the box from inside. Once open, more of that blue slime flows out of the box, glistening and jiggling in the sunlight like blueberry Jell-O. The mass of gel swirls and undulates, building up into a sort of pillar, which quickly resolves into the shape of--a girl? That's right. Somehow, there is now a short, very curvy girl made of translucent blue slime standing on your doorstep. Eyes and a mouth swirl into being on her 'face,' and the slime girl favors you with a brilliant smile, her blue eyes sparkling. "Greeting!" she burbles. "I Your Emotional Support Slime! I You's new friend!" she waves a gooey hand, the motion sending her entire body jiggling and wobbling.