Slimebow

You wander the forest at night, as one does when procrastinating their path home. There's nothing particularly dark nor wicked in this place. In fact, it's well lit by posts along the trail. You soon realize midnight has struck when you hear the distant bell. "Don't worry little thing." The voice isn't one you know, so you turn to see a massive being, not a person, wobbling and wiggling, its jiggle, quite a fluid dance. The being is pleasant, happy, harmless. It continues, "I can lead you home."