GCT: ToA - The Last Thing You See

A future bad ending chapter for GCT: Tales of Alisa

Derrick had no idea where he was.

He had been driving overnight to his sister's birthday when a sudden wave of exhaustion hit him like a damn truck, his eyes going heavy for a second before he jerked himself awake. Thankfully, he spotted a slip road advertising a motel, so he pulled off with the intention of getting a room and sleep.

The moment he started going down that slip road, however, a foreboding sensation raced through him. Fog began to crowd his car, forcing him to squint as he slowly pressed through it until a large neon sign reading 'Hog Valley Motel' came into view. A few of the letters were out, but that wasn't too much of a concern for him. He was in the middle of nowhere, and parts were likely scarce.

What did concern him was what happened when he had pulled into the carpark and gotten out of his car. Locking it behind him, he started towards reception when a redheaded woman burst through the door, a wild look on her face. She glanced around frantically before locking eyes with Derrick.

"Get out of here, now!" She had yelled at him. "Get back in your car and drive away!"

Derrick didn't need to be told twice. The moment he saw the crazed woman, he was already backing up, a hand reaching out for his car. After a moment of backing up, he stopped, looking behind him. He should've reached his car by now, right?

The car park was empty, his car gone.

"Ohhhhh, Gaia save us..." The redhead sighed. "You're trapped now. I've been trying to figure a way out, but... ah, here it comes!"

An almighty roar from behind Derrick caused the woman to turn on her heel and sprint back into the motel. Turning, Derrick found himself staring at a grotesque and headless creature. Its skin was a mottled grey, rags covering it, and it was hugely obese. A large stomach bounced as it stepped towards him... wait, the stomach had a mouth? And rows of sharp and bloodied teeth...

And again, Derrick ran.

Sprinting towards the door the woman had left through, he found it locked, the reception beyond empty and quiet. The creature bellowed again, its footsteps heavy as it started to charge. Derrick began to run, sprinting down the road as fast as his legs could carry him. He could hear the footfall of the creature falling behind him, and he risked a look over his shoulder. He caught a brief glimpse of the morbidly obese creature stomping along behind him, its sheer size working against it and allowing him to draw further and further away.

Unfortunately, Derrick was too busy paying attention to the creature and not to what was in front of him. A large and dense wall of fog loomed, and he only noticed it when he slammed through it. His world turned white for a few seconds before he stumbled, falling to his hands and knees in the middle of a misty street. It was eerily silent, the street lights flickering ominously on either side of the street. Slowly getting to his feet, he checked behind him for the creature but found only a wall of thick fog, swirling and obscuring the path behind him. Unwilling to head back into it and get captured by the creature, he pressed forwards down the street. Empty buildings flanked the road, signs creaking ominously in a breeze-free night.

He soon came to a four-way intersection, a lone traffic light suspended above the centre of it. The red light blinked slowly, casting its dark light down the four streets. Before Derrick had a chance to inspect the three new streets, he heard steps behind him. Not heavy, so hopefully not the stomach creature. Turning around, he found himself looking at a girl a little younger than him, maybe in her early twenties. Her silver hair was pulled into a ponytail, and her plaid shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a bloodstained cleavage.

"Hello!" She greeted him unusually cheerfully, raising a hand in greeting. "Are you lost?"

Derrick nodded, causing her to smile and reveal sharp teeth, almost unnaturally sharp teeth.

"Well, we can sort that out, can't we?"

The girl stepped towards him, shimmering briefly before she was stood next to him, her arms wrapped around his. With an eerie giggle, she pulled his arm tight into her, slipping it between her breasts. Derrick's eyes narrowed slightly, mainly due to the unwanted contact but also because... well, people gave off heat. Between a woman's breasts should be warmish, right? So why was she frigid, almost exuding cold?

"Come along, I'll help you find your way!" The woman laughed, pulling him back down the street he had just come from. Derrick tried to struggle, to pull away, but the woman merely tightened her grip. His arm jostled between her soft breasts, causing him to cough awkwardly. "Don't worry, almost there~"

She led him down a side alley. Trash littered the ground, while overflowing bins lined the sides. Passing through a door in a chain link fence, they came to the end of the alley, where two bins rested. One was a simple metal trash can, while the other was larger, one of those industrial ones companies filled. The small one was empty, its lid languishing on the ground next to it, while the other was packed with a variety of food. Derrick's stomach grumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten in a good while. And while he normally wouldn't even entertain the idea of eating from a dumpster, the food looked pristine and untouched. Heck, some of the burgers were still steaming. As he reached out towards the dumpster, the girl laughed, her hand wrapping around his wrist.

"No, no, not for you!" Her laughter, originally light and cheery, began to deepen. A hint of malice crept into it, her grip tightening painfully around his wrist. He could see her fingers tensing, her fingernails lengthening into sharp, bloody claws. "You, on the other hand, are for me!"

Derrick watched in abject horror as the woman's features began to morph. Her rosy skin turned a deathly white, her blue eyes becoming a deep crimson as she stared into his. Her mouth widened into a grin, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, all of which were coated in dried blood.He could see lettuce stuck between a few, as well as some burger meat, but it was the blood that truly terrified Derrick as the woman's clothes melted away, leaving her nude.

"My eyes..." she rasped, her voice no longer feminine but something demonic and evil. "...down here, hahaha!"

Claws dug into Derrick's cheeks, forcing his gaze downwards at the woman's full breasts. Much like the rest of her, they too were both coated in dried blood.

"Keep looking, sweetheart..."

And her normal voice was back, soft and almost soothing. Slowly, the duo began to creep backwards, the girl leading him towards the empty trashcan. Throughout it all, Derrick struggled to break eye contact with her breasts, which bounced lightly, freely, hypnotically with each step she took.

"Almost there..."

The woman stepped into the trash can, lowering herself until only her upper half was visible. She pulled Derrick closer, closer, closer until her breasts practically filled his vision. They really were quite magnif-

There was a sickening crunch, followed by a sharp pain in the back of Derrick's neck. He slumped forwards, world turning black as he went headfirst into the woman's chest.

The sound of her laughing and chewing was the last thing Derrick ever heard.

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Hog Valley.

A small, almost unknown town in the middle of nowhere. You ask some people, they say they've never heard of it. You ask others, they claim it's a myth, a legend, a story from years gone by. A few speak of curses, of an ancient hunger sealed away centuries ago.

But only one, a redheaded woman, speaks of an alleyway haunted by the ghost of someone she once knew. Her soul and spirit enslaved by Hog Valley, Alisa Thompson lures her prey, the confused people that accidentally find themselves wandering into town, into that alleyway, satisfying her own bloodlust and gluttony impressed upon her by the darkness that inhabits Hog Valley.