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While blacked out, you have the strangest vision. You find yourself vividly dreaming of a heckin' bone-chilling liminal space based on a neckbeard's basement, oh my Backrooms this is such a spooky kino with no cheap jumpscares! Albeit, the stench of the room is horrendous and gag-inducing, as if that the odor from that brapcar had leaked into your dream. The halls are poorly lit, and at least an inch of an unknown sludge covers the floor.
"Am... Am I in heccin' HELL evendoe the afterlife is DEBUNKED by SNOPES?"
You wander around these defiled halls for what feels like hours. Between the discarded hot pocket wrappers and moldy napkins, you notice every square inch of the walls are covered in hardcore Soytan fetish porn. You cannot resist the urge to goon and thus unzip your pants, but are horrified to discover your BWC was transformed into a mutilated neovagina with maggots growing inside it. The smell wasn't coming from the room, it was coming from YOU!
Eventually, you come to a peculiar dead end. Theres a door, slightly ajar, blue light leaking out, with a sign that says "DO NOT DISTURB: Jarty's Jerkin' It!" Whatever rancid smell this place has, it became a thrembillion times worse here. You vomit from the odor.
You open the door. This room is much darker than the ones you walked through, and contains a ruined couch with mystery stains, a piss-soaked mattress, and a quantity of trash so incredible you would've thought you were at the Mount Everest of landfills, such the pile was enough to topple the shelves in the room and scatter whatever Funko Pops rested on them. Through a mountain of trash and sex toys that are sprouting mushrooms, you see... yourself. It is clearly an exact copy of (You) but somehow fatter, using some old-ass 2005 office computer a brapzilian ESL with $5 to xis name would use. You approach your doppelgänger, slowly, and see it is posting on an imageboard that is clearly the Jarty.
The Jarty shut down 7 years ago.
The clone notices your presence and turns to you, making the sound of bones snapping as it appears to twist and turn its full body without moving its legs. The thing resembling (You) does not have a face; only 3 hollow, saggy holes in the shape of a sorrowful frown. A brown slime with honey-like consistency starts to leak out of the holes, first a dribble, then a torrent. Awards and strands of noose rope start flowing out of the eyes. As the skin-disguise shrivels up and falls down to the floor like a wet cum-rag, the blob pulls itself up and takes a form that you surely recognize as that monster you've seen while schizoing out. It looks at you forlorn, with this hollow gaze, and says,
"Have I ever told you the parable of the Chudcel? There was once a manly man named Chudcel Niggers, a self-proclaimed "trad orthodox aryan warrior" who would NEVER have anything publically to do with a tranny or faggot.~~ Yet one day, a secret he would have died with, Chudcel was happenstance exposed to gay furry porn on his favorite neonazi websites. Even as he denied his own biological reactions as a result of "da joos," he really, really, liked it.~~~<3<3"
"But surely, he can still be a gay gooner and a conservacuck nazi at the same time, yes? He can have his cake and eat it, put himself a mask of one thing openly and another closeted."
"Every day he thought of it, Chudcel became more and more obsessed with gay porn, yet became more and more obsessed with telling people how much he wanted Total Faggot Death. He got so desperate he started having gay sex; on Grindr, behind gloryholes, at the Folsom Piss Pool too. He started taking feminizing hormones to increase his appeal, and wearing frilly sissy clothing. He started going to furry conventions and buying merch. He found himself doubting the truth of his own beliefs, yet firmly believed he could be a tranny and a nazi at the same time."
"One day, he looked in the mirror, and he saw himself for what he truly was. He was no Aryan chad anymore, but a balding, degenerate, hypocritical tranny with a 5 o'clock shadow and wide shoulders wearing cat ears.~ The more he tried to deny it, the deeper he went.<3 The more he doubled down on his actions, the more he became aligned with what he truly was.~~"
(You): "Umm schweetie, that makes literally no sense. Yikes. Literally nobody does this. Thats an insane strawman caricature of a transfolx a bigot would make up to win a shower argument. Just wow. Why do you even-"
The Jartycuck interrupts you, merely by continuing to yap,
"The moral of the story is that you have to accept it, you ARE a Jartycuck! Not a regular-ass Soyjak, a JARTYCUCK! No amount of pussyfooting around your desires and saying something else you don't believe will make it so that you aren't merely a filthy, irredeemable gooner, like me. <3"
"Deny it all you want.~ You don't crave Soytan for the sake of a platonic relationship and having a family.~ You are a gooner. You want her supple body. When you get bored of your new fuck-toy, you will dump her for the next anime bitch you see with big breasts all to Soytan's poor, poor heartbreak.~~ Is this not the truth?<3"
You: "N-no, its not that! Like heccin' never! I'm not a gooner! I love Soytan unconditionally for her sweet and caring personality!
"A gooner by any other name would smell as stinky.~~"
The creature shows you a mirror, cracked and crusted with dirt with a flashlight attached to it. You didn't see your reflection due to the poor lighting in the halls, but you see your visage clearly now. You're brown, with stringy purple hair, a face full of tumors and huge cysts. You wear a greasy pride flag shirt, covered in awards describing your status as STD-positive, your enjoyment of children's media, and professing your love for Soytan and how many times you fucked her. You have Soytan porn tattooed onto your arms. You gained an apparent 500 pounds. You're unsure if you feel disgust at such a bastardized state, or triumph in knowing that eventually, according to your awards, you will one day caress Soytan's perfect body.
"Now, have you ever considered that Soytan wouldn't even want you anyway? She's not INTO desperate moids like you. She's a damn ace bitch. Thats how shes remained a virgin in her 30's. Or is she, huh? Maybe she's just another roastie like the others. Huh? Huh? Hows your pure soywife going for you now, goonerbitch? How do you know if she's only into tiny Jartycuck peckers and not you?~~~"
You: "Th-Thats literally not TRUE! Snopes debunked all of that! You're a liar poopyhead pissbaby chudcel who hates womens rights! You're a figment of my imagination and my heckin' subconscious anxieties! You stupid heckin' chud! You can't ever hurt me!"
"Deny it all you want, but what does it matter?~ Do you fear your own reflection? If you woke up someday, and you were transformed into a brown obese Jartycuck in the flesh, how long would it take you to stop denying it? Would she even want you after it happens? Have it you continue to wear your cosplay of an ordinary soymale with ordinary soyhobbies, how long would it take her to see the brown slime within?"
As the Jartycuck says those final words, you hear the rest of his speech fading out into a field of blinding white, and you wake up...
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