After some thought, you add TannyTan#1488 on der 'cord so you can finally make some heccin' friends with shared interests IRL.
(You): hi, how are you
TannyTan#1488: Good! ^_^ Hbu:)<3
(You): plz recommend me some good nintendo bing bing wahoos with diverse BIPOC casts and hot sauce mechanics
TannyTan#1488: Animal Crossing would be a good pick because it has queer-coded furries in it ^w^ And it truly promotes a world where blacks, trans, and numales can live in socialist harmony without meanie racists :D
TannyTan#1488: Want me to show you my games at Pee Pee Poo Poo park on Goyagloopa Road, Nutley, New Jersey? Meet me tonight at 3 AM cuz I want to see the stars 2night:)
T-that was very sudden. No prompting for it, either, just straight into a location and time. Weird why he would pick a spot so close to the big city-erino to watch stars, albeit maybe he meant in Animal Crossing. But you accept the offer, since its only a 20 minute drive and with the type of autist he is (based on previous interactions in the main 'cord chatroom) he seems too wholesome to ever hurt you.
You arrive at the spot. You're quite tired because its past your good boy bedtime, and driving while tired is le bad because science says so. The sky is glowing a dusty sort of brownish-blue shade, so you have no idea what that dude was talking about watching the stars. You plop down on the bench. To your utter soyfaced shock, you see Soytan, your therapist sit next to you. Hands sweaty, cock throbbing in your pants, your jaw damn near drops to the floor as your eyes pop out of their sockets in sheer SISA salacity. Did she come here just for you? What is the 'tan doing at a park at 3 am? And oh my god, why did she dress so finely tonight?
Soytan: Hey, ChudcelKilla#0420 you wanted to see my Wii U games, right?
Is, is she the same person in the 'cord server?
(You): Y-y-yeah yeah, of course!
Under your breath, you whisper "oh my goodness gracious." You can barely contain the psychological tells of your excitement, as you start mentally imaging what you, or what Soytan, is going to do to you.
Soytan pulls out her Wii U, which appears to have a large crack on the screen and a good deal of what you think is crusted-on soy sauce stains on it. How could she disrespect her beautiful apparatus like that? Clearly, she is not a REAL gamer- but I mean, surely, she cherishes her Wii U so much she doesn't even replace the original parts. She's literally JUST like you! Soytan fiddles with her Wii U, and then makes some bothered face before saying in a lighthearted manner, "Oh no, I forgot to bring my games!"
Hold up, how did Soytan simply forget to bring the game discs if she wanted to play with you? What the Biden?
(You): "Erm.... thats like heckin' wow just, I mean uhh, I brought my games-erinos, wanna play some heccin' Mario Bros for the Wii U?"
But Soytan simply smirks as she stands up from the bench, and says,
Soytan: "Oh, you're such a chad for standing up for me. Our therapy sessions really are working out~! W-w-wanna do... something else tonight? Maybe, go out for an eco-friendly dinner? Have a taste of me?"
You can't believe this is real. This can't be, right? She would never be this easy.
(You): "S-Soytan-sama, I would LOVE to! Oh my fauci, this is a dream come true! Im literallly leaking to go right now!!!"
Soytan looks at you with this lewd grin, and then unscrews her beanie.
Theres nothing where the top of her head would be.
Simply, there is a hole, like the mouth of a bottle. Before you finished comprehending the incomprehensible hecking this is, Soytan tips over without even moving her legs and hollowly bounces off the park grass like a piece of plastic. You see some mass pour out of the skull-hole. It is cacao colored with a thick consistency, but in time you see it's shadowed form gain footing and pull itself off the ground. It has awards on it. The sludge-folk you see before you in the absence of 'tan's life wears a tattered blue-and-gray shirt, and the multicolored noose of a long-dead movement wraps its neck. No pants, but no genitalia are visible either. The stench is that of expired cereal milk, and its hollow bloodshot eyes seem weeping and yet hateful. The grasses wilt around it. It's face is deformed, squished in like a pug and drooping as if a balloon filled with liquid shit. It's smiling; teeth visibly rotten, lips bruised and bright red. It turns to you, twisting the upper half of its body like a corkscrew, and it says;
"Sssooooo my sharty buddy, I know JUST how much you lust for sweet, sweet Soytan. After all, I studied Freud's work on psychoanalysis in college~<3 so I KNOW you wanted to see me NAKED, UNCORKED, my inside feelings completely SPILLED and absolutely REVEALED<3<3~~~ I know EVERYTHING about your mind and EVERY DAY had I waited for this day. Lets have a GOON SESH to SOYTAN together, YESSSS O ALGO??~<3<3 i LOVE soytanification and I LOVE it when the HORNY GOONERS finally realize they're BEYOND SAVING by MODERN PSYCHOLOGY<3<3~~~~ UOOOOOUUUUGGGHHHHHH O ALGO PLEASE CHUDDY YOU NEED THIS TO HEAL~~~~~~~~~"
Your boner shrinks so quickly you're concerned it inverted into a neovagina. This is no woman you look at. Or man, for that matter. There is no humanity behind that thing's eyes. Catfished, but how in real life could it occur if not the work of a demon? For what sin you did to deserve this, probably lust. What exactly is being fixed, it's not something broken.
Therapist, the-rapist. Now it makes sense. Your asschecks clench, both scared out of your numale dignity and baffled by how such a sordid slopjak could possibly slide it in so to speak.
You're stranded in this creepy-ass park in the middle of the night with this unironic jartycuck because you decided to meetup with someone acting desperate and schizophrenic online. You're not sure you can make it to your car, or if it will follow you home once it knows what your vehicle looks like. You're not even sure if it's intent is rape, or robbery, or some other vile subject, or if this is some elaborate high-tech prank by your Soytan.
Maybe you're just tired. Maybe you did go to bed and this is all a nightmare, and you're just nervous in your sleep. Maybe you're hallucinating out of sleep deprivation. Maybe you took a hit of shrooms earlier and the weed you smoked today made you forget. You don't deserve any of this. You did nothing morally wrong, and yet your punishment leaves you no deeper knowledge of yourself.
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