/jp/ - Otaku Culture

“Shit… The hell happened when I was out?” Anon pondered to himself. He swore just five minutes ago, he’d gone to go take a nap after being overcome with the strongest wave of sudden exhaustion he’d ever seen. Now he’s in what can only be described as a stereotypical rendition of one of those trendy “backroom liminal space” type images except it was themed around the lobby of a dentist office. So many odd twists and turns. “Looks like I’m having some sort of lucid dream again” he thought. At least until he experienced a strange encounter.

“Herwo! I’ve supposed to have been looking for you!” said a small little girl. Kinda looked like that one lass from Umineko but with… uh… very large breasts. The hell? ,

“Hey.” Anon #78 said, greeting the strange little girl. “Hello little one! What on earth are you doing here?

“I’m not sure myself, but I sure ain’t complaining. Just five minutes ago I was a 37 year old man!”

Anon’s face quickly switched to one of utter confusion. “...What?”

“Yup! Stung like a bitch for a good couple minutes but it was worth it! Who needs cunny anymore when you can BECOME the cute and funny?”

#78 needed to double take for what he was hearing. This girl has to be reading off a script given to her by a degenerate or something. No way this 12(?) year old actually knows what the hell she’s yapping about. This has most certainly gotta be some coked up dream. Did he pass out after huffing something he shouldn't have been again?

“Anyways, the people I just met with told me to tell you to meet them in their office. They’re down the left hall in the room with the hazel door, waiting for you. See you on the flipside!” said the strange girl. And just like that, she left. Gone like an angel’s kiss in the wind. Well, only one place to go from here.

#78 quickly followed the strange… things directions to the door. It was indeed hazel-colored. Even had a small bowl outside of it for Taffy. After taking one for himself, he entered with the only question that felt appropriate.

“...What the hell did you guys do to that guy back there? He looked like that something year-old from Umineko but talked like a 40 something year old perv-”

Someone cackled. “Oh, did you see my design for him? Isn't that how he should be treated? After all, he's an anonymous user from that place, that place... I really don't know the name. He should be glad that I gave him the deluxe treatment instead of tearing his limbs out one by one. Kihahahaha! Now what about you? Do you have the nerve to talk back to the Witch-”

“...What’re you talking about? Did I just walk into the world's most intense DnD campaign or something? The hell is going on guys.”