My heart races in my chest, my eyes darting to the sides as though to check if someone was watching as I press add to cart for Grumpy Goth.
As my thumb moves over to the one selectable item I fumble with the tablet, the nerves of making such a large choice getting to me as I brush the title at the same time as adding it to my cart. The screen flickers for a moment, struggling in its simplistic coding with bringing up multiple screens, before suddenly showing the item details while another window opens behind it.
Grumpy Goth
For Those Needing a Little More Edge
Are you tired of being a little dull? Too straight-laced and simple?
With our Grumpy Goth bundle we'll turn you into the dark and brooding character of your dreams. Each bundle is constructed from only the finest traits, swapping you out from the ground up to build the goth new you*.
Styles may include: Vintage Goth, Metal Head, Emo, Woodland Goth, Pastel Goth, Fetish Goth, Hippie Goth, Nerd Goth, and Many More
*Each bundle is unique and may include unlisted traits including, but not limited to: Age, Sexuality, Style, Education, Vices, Hobbies, Etc.
Swallowing hard I look at the listing, my eyes darting over the little disclaimers at the bottom with no small amount of worry.
"What is this?" I whisper under my breath, tapping at the screen in an attempt to minimize the pop-up. "Is this like a Gatcha sort of..." I muse, tapping at the 'X' at the top right of the screen over and over as the screen locks up.
Before I can finish my thought, the whole screen shudders under the processing strain and terrible coding. A series of screen flicker past in rapid succession, racing through the purchasing process as the buttons are pressed via my buffered commands. Finally a new prompt flashes onto the screen, a simple string of text reading...
Please Return Tablet to Desk: Proceed to Room 2B
My blood runs cold as I see the screen, my heart racing as I realize just what I had inadvertently done. Glancing over to the front counter I spy a small rack of tablets, a return area for the automated systems to be wiped down before being returned to the front door.
Letting out a nervous chuckle I slowly heave my towering from up from the seat, turning off the tablet as I begin to shuffle towards the counter.
"Well..." I mutter under my breath, "I did want to try something new I guess."
Nervous sweat builds on my brow as I discreetly slide the tablet into the wire-frame holder on the desk, the bored-looking attendant only looking up for a brief moment before returning to her phone. My heart lodges in my throat as I look down either side of the desk, soon noticing the pattern of doors being separated into A & B wings.
Trudging down the right hand side corridor I quickly find my room, the number '2' being plastered on the padded metal door with a black decal. Opening the door I watch as the cramped dark space is quickly illuminated by a single down light, the tiny LED struggling to shine through various layers of protective plastic and perspex.
Stepping into the room at large I place my hand on the door behind me to close it. The whole thing is covered in a thick layer of noise-dampening padding, the plush sound-absorbing foam being further coated in some kind of waterproof film. Tiny little holes line the ceiling, various grates across the floor allowing for adequate drainage for whatever cleaning the Swap Clinic needed to perform.
The back wall is simply one large reflective surface made up of a grid of smaller mirrors. For a moment I'm left staring at myself, illuminated by the low light of the room and the rapidly fading light from the corridor.
As the door shuts with a loud hiss, an air pocket being created in order to properly seal the room, I hear a loud sloshing come from somewhere inside the ceiling. My stomach churns at just the noise, the sound of thick oozing goo rumbling towards me leaving me just shy of gagging.
"Welcome" coos a sweet and gentle, albeit heavily digitized voice. The sound is hard to make out over the rumbling above, the sound of metal pipes straining under some unseen weight soon joining the cacophony.
"Please stay calm and as still as..." the voice explains slowly and carefully, the sound of it being cut off by my screaming as I watch a thick and sickening goo begin to drip from the small holes in the ceiling.
It looks like skin, a blend of complexions mixing together into a colorful swirl as it all hangs from the roof as though it was trying its best to hold together. As gravity takes hold, stretching the flesh-like ooze to its limit, small handful-sized globs begin to drop from the jiggling masses towards the floor.
As the rain of goop begins I leap back, pressing myself against the padded door in order to keep the fleshy substance away from me. Screaming and shouting as some primal fear takes hold I struggle with the door, finding no handle or purchase in order it pry it open with my hands alone.
More and more of the fleshy blobs fall from the roof, the floor soon becoming a minefield of the small little freakish mounds. The grates on the floor don't seem to do anything to them, the cohesive masses managing to avoid slipping down through the gaps. Reaching out with my boot-covered foot I tap at one, watching in awe as the cohesive masses bounce off my leather-bound foot with a wet wobble.
My eyes dart around for a moment, unsure what to make of the disgusting and seemingly inert masses. As my own howls of terror die down they're soon replaced with an odd vibration from within the walls. My head immediately starts to ache with the voice, my teeth chattering and vibrating painfully in my mouth. The frequency is oddly numbing, my muscles and skin growing cooler by the second while my bones ache under the constant assault.
As the vibrations within the room reach a crescendo, locking in at just the right frequency, I watch in horror as the blobs lining the floor start to move of their own volition. Slowly but surely, they creep closer to me inch by awkward inch as they flop and roll awkwardly across the grate-covered floor.
I try to move away from them, my first floundering step causing me to tumble to the floor and into the shifting pile of ooze. The impact is thankfully deadened by the roiling masses beneath me, the goo acting like a warm cushion against hitting the hard floor. However, what had once easily bounced off when I had kicked them now cling to me with an impossible grip. Half my vision is obscured by the flesh, the other half left to watch as the blobs either move closer to me or seem to grow inside as they consume whatever they are attached to.
"...ease stay calm..." quietly urges the digitized voice. "Conjoining of bio-mass is simply a part of the..." the computer coos, the sound disappearing as my ears are filled with the fleshy goop.
Despite the numbing sensation, I can feel as my body is eroded by the constantly shifting goo. The warmth encasing me makes it hard to tell where what remains of my body ends and where the thick heavy cocoon encasing me begins. My bones continue to rattle and shake, the goo squeezing down around the one remaining piece of solid material as I feel what were once my insides begin to crumble and break down under the constant strain.
My mind feels like it's turning to mush under the rattling sensations, my gray matter breaking down and reforming each and every instant as I try to retain my consciousness. My thoughts are jumbled up and tosses about, my train of thoughts constantly derailing without any sort of focus behind it.
It's hard to tell just how long I'm left being ground down inside the ooze, my disoriented mind ceasing to really understand the concept of time as I'm assaulted from all sides by the constant impossible pressure and reverberations.
When the sound stops it's almost orgasmic, the jostling of the warm flesh and the feeling of it pressing against and fusing to me suddenly stopping in a heartbeat. The room-filling vibrations are soon replaced with the sound of running water, the high-pressure streams ringing out against the hard floor and pelting the jiggling flesh prison I had been surrounded by.
Struggling weakly against the goo I find it impossible to escape from, the mass seeming far larger than it had been when it had first swallowed me whole. As more and more water washes it away I begin to buck and writhe wildly, an arm soon erupting out of the firm goo as it's blasted with a stream of high-pressure water.
With one final surge I whip my head back, pulling it free from the central mass as I watch ropes of the thick goo cling to me. My eyes dart around in a panicked state, the sight of my black jeans and boxers resting over one of the grates telling me more than I needed about my state of dress.
Glancing up I stare at the mirrored wall, watching as more and more of my body is revealed under the constant stream of rushing water. My jaw drops as I catch a look at my drenched self, my eyes going wide at the sight of...
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