This choice: see an employee come over with a scraper to clear the gunk off the pad, YOU! • Go Back...Chapter #6Nightime Arcade Mishap by: Unknown A few hours passed, and the arcade was getting close to shutting down. Through the vibrations in the ground, you could tell that someone was walking over towards the DDR machine. Mentally sobbing, you had hoped that maybe you would be able to reform before another girl came to unknowingly torture you beneath her feet.
However, who you saw both averted your expectations, as well as presented a whole new problem for you to endure. You saw a girl in her twenties, wearing the standard uniform of an arcade employee, bend down beside the machine, holding a scraper in her hand. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was coming next.
With a strong amount of force, the oblivious employee scraped off all of the gunk that had collected on the dance pad throughout the day. This, as you found out, included you, as the girl scraped your battered and blobby body off of the pad. Unceremoniously, the girl dumped you into a small bag, tied the bag shut, and walked away from the DDR machine.
She tossed the bag into the trash can behind the prize booth, and then went about turning off every single arcade game. Once all the machines were powered down, she flicked off the light, pulled down the gate outside of the arcade, and left. The mall proper closed down thirty minutes later. Everything was dark, save for a few glowing EXIT signs, and eerily quiet.
Inside of the small bag you had been sealed in, you furiously poured every ounce of strength you had left into reforming. Slowly but surely, your body popped back to normal size. Using a sharp rock that had also been placed into the bag, you ripped a hole free and climbed out. It took you a while after that to reform back to one-foot tall, and then you shimmied up out of the trash can.
You lamented the fact that your clothes had been ripped to shreds, and that your normally beautiful skin was coated in dirt and grime, but that was secondary to escaping this arcade. After letting your eyes adjust to the darkness of the arcade, and using the glow from the EXIT light to guide you, you contemplated how you would escape the prize booth. It was a small and enclosed area, the only simple exit being a large swinging gate that was currently locked.
Thankfully, the arcade girl had left her jacket, which was hanging over the edge of the counter. Grabbing the jacket, and working quickly, you scampered up the glass counter, intending to reach the top of the counter, and then jump down the other side. However, you underestimated how much a one-foot tall squishy girl weighed, and your weight dragged the jacket down. Not only did it drag down the jacket, but it also knocked over the tiny little bottle that had been resting on top of the jacket.
You crashed back down on the floor inside of the prize booth, and the jacket fell beside you. You winced as cold liquid poured out of the bottle you had tipped over, and washed over your body. Wiping the substance off of your face, you tried to sit up, only to have your arms and legs seize up. Your chest began to harden, and your face froze. You realized with fear that you had just accidentally coated yourself in Beta4.
Unfortunately, it was too late to do anything about it. The chemical soaked into your gummy body, and completely froze you. Your body hardened, just as any gummy substance does when coated in Beta4. You had been so focused on escaping that you hadn’t paid attention to your surroundings, and you had paid the price for it.
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Twelve long hours passed, in which you were unable to do anything but stare up into the air, mentally sobbing. You heard the gate being lifted, and saw the lights flicking on. Soon, you could feel footsteps approaching, and the gate to the prize booth opening. Moments later, the same attractive employee from yesterday towered over you, looking down in confusion.
“Huh. I wondered where my jacket was.” She said, picking up her jacket. “It looks like my Beta4 bottle tipped over. Damn. I was looking forward to molding some of my own gummy clothing.” The girl stuffed her jacket into her purse, and tossed the empty bottle into the trash. “Also, why are you out of your packaging?”
The girl scooped you up into her arms and stood up. She brushed a few specks of dust off of your otherwise pristine body. The Beta4 had washed away all of the dirt and grime from your body, leaving you looking like any other “fresh of the conveyor belt” doll. Even your face, which had been captured in a brief moment where you thought the end was in sight, was frozen in an irresistibly attractive smile. You looked just like a normal, everyday doll.
“Let’s fix you up a bit.” The girl said aloud, rummaging around for an empty box. Upon finding one, she slid you inside, and sealed the box shut. The box was so small and tight, so you were positioned in an upright pose. The blissfully unaware employee slapped a ticket price onto the box, and shelved you beside all of the other dolls and girl toys the arcade offered as prizes.
As the employee went about turning all of the machines on, and the first few visitors started entering, you struggled to remain calm. An everyday trip to the mall with your best friends had suddenly turned into a horrible situation, and there wasn’t a thing you could do about.
Several girls came up to the prize booth with tickets in hands as the day went on, and each time you thought they would buy you. You mentally whined and moaned as everyone who spotted you complimented the “cute and sexy doll”. Your naked body was on display for all to see and marvel at. You had never felt more ashamed or humiliated in your life.
Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Kat and Ana walking into the arcade. They both had worried looks on their faces. You felt a sense of hope rise up within you. They had returned to rescue you!
Kat started searching all of the machines, while Ana walked straight up to the prize counter. She set her purse down on the counter, and pulled out a huge wad of tickets.
“What would you like?” The cute arcade employee asked.
“I don’t know.” Ana sighed.
“What’s wrong miss?” The employee asked, sensing Ana's hesitation.
“Me and my sister are looking for my friend. We last saw her here yesterday.” Ana explained. Lazily, her eyes skimmed the shelves for a prize to trade her tickets for.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you find her.” The employee politely said, before stepping to the side to allow Ana to see the full range of prizes. As she did so, Ana was able to look right at you. You wished desperately to blink and let her know it was you, but you could only stay frozen and stare at her with your innocent, plastered smile.
Ana stared at you for several seconds, and finally opened her mouth to speak. What does she say? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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