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Kevin's mind in a haze, he awakens to a white void as the sunlight through a windowed dome shines through, blurring his vision. As he fights to keep his eyes open through the stinging pain of brightness, he feels a tight itchiness on his chest. After reflexively rubbing his sternum to ease the pain, he feels hardened cloth collapsing as he pushes down. Unnerved, he pulls the collar of his shirt open to reveal an extra-large bra wrapping around his chest, cupping empty air in front of his pecs. Wondering if he was waking up from a hard night out, his arms reach behind him to untie the undergarment. He quickly discovers the latches one would expect are instead replaced by what feels like a paperclip, the metal hooks which once held the bra together seemingly ripped apart by clumsy hands. Breaking the seal with gentle force, tiny sharp stabs are felt by Kevin as his freshly-shaven chest hair is pulled by the nylon of the bra as he removes it. Suddenly, he feels a mixture of pain and itchiness all over, like a horde of tiny gnats nibbling at his limbs. Rubbing against the grain of his arms, then his legs, he feels the rough stubble of hair cut short all over. The cheeks of his face then tickles on one side, and after moving to investigate it, he finds it to be lopsided blonde hair hanging down over his eye. Sitting still to avoid the stinging all over, Kevin soon realizes the one spot where he doesn't feel anything. Like a missing tooth, he feels between his legs to realize nothing is there. Too afraid to look, he pulls his hand away only to feel a cold wetness, with some solid matter, stick to the crotch of his pants. Was it...pus? Too horrified to investigate, Kevin finds his phone in the usual pocket to call for help.
Greeting him as he unlocks the screen, Kevin soon finds he must close window after window of drawn pornography. Some based on humans, some based on what appear to be children, but most which display animals and inanimate objects. Rollercoasters, snakes, cockroaches, gorillas, some depicted as rubber pool toys, some turned into literal houseplants, and many drawn covered in a revolting, neon-yellow fluid which catches his eye. As he rapidly closes the revolting artwork, he swears he sees a scantily-clad Jar Jar Binks or two. Finally, upon reaching his contacts menu, Kevin readies to call 911, navigating the numbers while scratching off a disgusting white crust which has formed across the screen. No service. Still having no idea where he is, Kevin seeks to refresh his memory by scrolling through his conversations. Reading line after line of erotic roleplays rife with typos and gibberish, he loses his patience and tries to find his family's contact information. His search goes on for minutes until he finds his brother and mother, both at the very bottom of the list, and both only showing one-sided conversations depicting the apparent Kevin of the past sending insults to them over the course of years without a single response.
Suddenly, a boom explodes which rattles the very bed he laid upon. Kevin looks up from his phone to see the wall of the room had completely collapsed while the door remains in place, opened in its still-standing frame to reveal what appeared to be a 7-foot-tall skeleton in a dress and wig, its shoulders drenched in blood with a hoof caught in a tear in their shirt's shoulder. The hoof was odd; long and pointed like a goat's, yet furry and curly like a sheep's. Kevin barely had enough time to process what he was witnessing before he heard an airy voice. "Oopsie," the skeleton rasps, "gosh, looks like we need another heckin' $200 of your inheritance for the wall...again." It makes a high-pitched, rapid wheeze. Was that meant to be laughter? The skeleton stomps over, as if it were unable to support its own weight, and sits down next to Kevin with their legs folded to the side, their dress riding up to reveal two muscular, hairy hamshanks underneath. "Sooo-ooo," the skeleton rattles out, "Bon-bon and I have to turn awaaay the newest member, just let you know, babe. Don't get scared when you hear a bang behind the shed, okaaa-aaay?" The skeleton mechanically stands up and shuffles to the collapsed wall. It readies to step over it before turning around and reaching under its dress. A horrific, fleshy slurping is heard before the skeleton produces a long, plastic cylinder with a pop, stained a disgusting brownish orange towards the top. "Don't forget to diii-iiilaaa-aaate before your friend gets here!" The skeleton's face contorts as it struggles to wink before stepping onto the fallen wall, the structure audibly snapping under its weight, while the skeleton tosses the plastic tube over its shoulder, It lands on Kevin's lap with a sickening wet smack. His lips quivering, Kevin made the realization this was turning out to be one bad trip.
Greeting him as he unlocks the screen, Kevin soon finds he must close window after window of drawn pornography. Some based on humans, some based on what appear to be children, but most which display animals and inanimate objects. Rollercoasters, snakes, cockroaches, gorillas, some depicted as rubber pool toys, some turned into literal houseplants, and many drawn covered in a revolting, neon-yellow fluid which catches his eye. As he rapidly closes the revolting artwork, he swears he sees a scantily-clad Jar Jar Binks or two. Finally, upon reaching his contacts menu, Kevin readies to call 911, navigating the numbers while scratching off a disgusting white crust which has formed across the screen. No service. Still having no idea where he is, Kevin seeks to refresh his memory by scrolling through his conversations. Reading line after line of erotic roleplays rife with typos and gibberish, he loses his patience and tries to find his family's contact information. His search goes on for minutes until he finds his brother and mother, both at the very bottom of the list, and both only showing one-sided conversations depicting the apparent Kevin of the past sending insults to them over the course of years without a single response.
Suddenly, a boom explodes which rattles the very bed he laid upon. Kevin looks up from his phone to see the wall of the room had completely collapsed while the door remains in place, opened in its still-standing frame to reveal what appeared to be a 7-foot-tall skeleton in a dress and wig, its shoulders drenched in blood with a hoof caught in a tear in their shirt's shoulder. The hoof was odd; long and pointed like a goat's, yet furry and curly like a sheep's. Kevin barely had enough time to process what he was witnessing before he heard an airy voice. "Oopsie," the skeleton rasps, "gosh, looks like we need another heckin' $200 of your inheritance for the wall...again." It makes a high-pitched, rapid wheeze. Was that meant to be laughter? The skeleton stomps over, as if it were unable to support its own weight, and sits down next to Kevin with their legs folded to the side, their dress riding up to reveal two muscular, hairy hamshanks underneath. "Sooo-ooo," the skeleton rattles out, "Bon-bon and I have to turn awaaay the newest member, just let you know, babe. Don't get scared when you hear a bang behind the shed, okaaa-aaay?" The skeleton mechanically stands up and shuffles to the collapsed wall. It readies to step over it before turning around and reaching under its dress. A horrific, fleshy slurping is heard before the skeleton produces a long, plastic cylinder with a pop, stained a disgusting brownish orange towards the top. "Don't forget to diii-iiilaaa-aaate before your friend gets here!" The skeleton's face contorts as it struggles to wink before stepping onto the fallen wall, the structure audibly snapping under its weight, while the skeleton tosses the plastic tube over its shoulder, It lands on Kevin's lap with a sickening wet smack. His lips quivering, Kevin made the realization this was turning out to be one bad trip.
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