Fischl X Slime - Race To The Finish -vicineko- May 2026

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.

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." Fischl x Slime - Race to the Finish -ViciNeko-

The final stretch: the electro-puddle chute. Fischl took the high road—a rickety wooden bridge. The slime took the low road—bouncing directly into the puddles, each impact sending it rocketing forward like a pinball of pure voltage. As Fischl’s cart caught fire (again), the slime

The slime bounced once, sparking affectionately, and offered her a single electro-charged berry. "A tactical concession," she panted, adjusting her eyepatch

Oz translated: "She lost."

"Oh no," Oz muttered.