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This is a request for someone on Deviantart, who also drew the reference of the TFee, which I highly suggest downloading the doc to view, as it helps with visualizing the story.~~~
“Man- Thanks again for getting me un-possessed, Bill.” Nome sighed as he and his friend Bill walked into an arcade.
“Don’t mention it…you still owe me $150, though.” Bill responded. “Those reversion services that place offers are expensive as shit.”
“Yeah….Yeah. I know.” Nome sighed. God…couldn’t Bill just lighten up for once?
“But uh yeah-“ Nome stammered, trying to change the subject.
We’re the only ones in the arcade right now, so we can go as wild as we want!”
“Just don’t get us kicked out, okay? I know how you are around video games.” Bill huffed.
“Jeez, Bill, can you just chill out? I would think you’d be more happy now that I’m free from Vox.” Nome whined.
“I AM happy, but I’m also trying to keep you out of more trouble!” Bill chastised, pinching the bridge of his nose like a tired parent.
Nome grumbled brattily, followed by an accepting sigh. “Yeah…I get it.”
“Good…” Bill’s stance went back to normal.
“Alright, I say we’ve got about two hours before we have to go. Let’s do this.” Bill then walked off deeper into the arcade.
A smile spread across Nome’s screen as he happily strutted in the opposite direction. Nome was excited to get to playing on all of the old ass games, though they did have to admit…it was kind of creepy in here when it was empty. True to what Bill said, he and Nome were the only ones in here besides the one receptionist at the front…so essentially nobody would hear Nome scream if anything should happen.
(“…Man, I really need to lay off the horror movies.”) Nome thought to themselves as they walked past a few arcade machines that failed to catch their interest. Eventually though…they found something pretty big nestled in the furthest corner of the arcade. Whatever it was, it was covered by a giant sheet, and a sign that read ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ was taped to the outside of it.
…So Nome’s curiosity was instantly piqued.
Ignoring any rational thought that told them to stay the absolute fuck away from it, Nome slowly lifted up the sheet and snuck in.
Nome was quickly met with what seemed to be a western-themed, on-rails shooter game. What Nome couldn’t understand is why it was blocked off like this though, for it seemed to be working perfectly. All of the pretty lights on the outside were blinking. The screen was on and displaying the game’s title, hell, the coin slot was even glowing readily….Maybe it was something in the game itself that caused it to be quarantined? Something really gross or disturbing perhaps?
Nome just had to see what this was all about, so they eagerly sat down on the seat of the game and shoved a coin in.
A loud gunshot boomed from the game as it started up, cutting to a silhouetted cowboy standing ominously in the middle of the screen.
“So…you think you can take me on, huh?” The cowboy said via a textbox. A message popped up next to the textbox, reading; ‘FIRE to continue the text.’
Nome briefly wondered what that meant, when they saw an electronic six-shooter stuck into the bottom of the machine. Nome quickly inferred what to do and greedily snatched the gun up, aimed it at the screen, and pulled the trigger. The same gunshot sound from earlier blared as a new textbox popped up.
“You got guts, kid, but no brains.” It read.
The camera then pulled back as a wireframe desert generated itself. Nome let out several quiet ‘ooh’s at this.
The crosshair of the gun soon popped up on screen, and Nome waved the gun around a few times to test the accuracy of it.
“Turn around, on the count of 3, turn back around and shoot.” A textbox instructed as the camera turned around.
Nome took a deep breath and steadied their aim. And soon, after what felt like a lot less than three seconds, the camera whipped around a speed that disoriented Nome heavily, causing their player character to get shot. A heavy red tint blanketed the screen as the enemy cowboy laughed tauntingly.
Nome huffed and stuck the gun back in the holster.
“You’re even worse than I thought.” The cowboy sneered. “You’re going to need some serious help.”
That…sounded really ominous. And it became full-on scary when the gun began floating right out of the holster and aiming right at Nome. It proceeded to ‘shoot’ at him, causing a jolt of energy to go through Nome’s whole body. He tensed up nervously as the gun dropped back to the ground.
“…Um…Wha- AUUUGH-!” Nome cried out as his head suddenly started to ache severely. It felt like something was growing inside of their monitor.
“N-No!! NO! NOT AGAIN!” Nome cried, gripping their head tightly, which did nothing to assuage the pressure which only grew more and more by the second.
Nome soon lost feeling in his head and wings. They each shook around limply, lifeless as Nome shot to his feet, knocking his head into the roof of the machine in the process. Nome quickly fell over, spilling into the sheet that covered the machine and knocking their wings off.
Nome whimpered as they tried to stand back up. They did so slowly, as to not get their horns caught on the sheet. Thankfully though, he wouldn’t need to worry about that anymore, as his horns quickly began breaking apart like rock candy and peppering the ground like snow.
Nome let out another scream of horror as they fell onto their bottom and scrambled into the arcade machine again. They ended up knocking their tail out in the process.
By now, large dents were appearing in Nome’s monitor as whatever was growing in there continued doing so. Nome’s face-screen also flickered several times before turning off entirely, for the changes had destroyed all of the internal wiring.
“ERRRGHHH! I CAN’T SEE! I CAN’T SEE!” Nome shrieked. Their sense of sight had now moved to the eyes of their new head, which was pressed up against the inside of their monitor. After a few more moments of breathless terror, the monitor was decimated. Nome’s new head burst out of it, sending shards of metal and glass all over the place like a bomb. Nome could finally breathe and see again, and as such sighed a huge sigh of relief. But that relief would turn back to fear upon realizing that there were now two large appendages jutting from their head where their ears once were.
Nome quickly felt them, judging from the shape, it was vaguely star-like, and the skin had an unnerving, spongy texture.
Nome tried to muster up another scream, but he was too afraid for that now.
Nome then began to feel itchy…really itchy. He let out a groan of anguish and began to scratch all over his body desperately, even rubbing against the seat of the machine rapidly in a frantic attempt to get the itching to stop.
With each scratch he did, Nome shed fur, leaving behind more of the spongy skin behind. Within seconds he’d scratched out a significant chunk of his fur, but he just couldn’t stop. The itching was just so bad. And wherever Nome didn’t scratch, the fur would just fall out on it’s own anyway.
Once all of their fur was gone, Nome’s hands started to change, losing the paw-pads as his finger grew longer and thinner, perfect for shootin’ a pistol.
Nome’s feet then changed, reshaping into an ovular form as their toes melded into each other, leaving Nome with textureless flippers essentially.
Nome fell back against the seat of the arcade machine, gripping their head and groaning as their head grew foggy. All of their memories started to grow muddier and muddier, and every time they tried to focus on something, they would quickly lose that train of thought and have to hop on a new one.
“Wh-What’s goin’ on…? I uh…my name…My name’s….”
As the being attempted to sift through their foggy mind, their clothing started to change, going from colorful casualwear to a brown, leather cowboy outfit. Complete with a swanky ten-gallon hat appearing on their head.
“…Starlo! That’s it! The heck ‘m I doing? How could I forget about that?” Starlo tried to shoot to his feet, only to wack his head straight into the roof of the machine. Starlo quickly lost his footing and bowled out of the machine, crashing right into the sheet and getting entangled in it.
“ACK-! UH- ‘Lil help here someone-?” Starlo called out.
Bill, who had been looking for Nome, saw the man fall out of the arcade and rushed over to help.
“Oh shit-! Nome, are you okay??” Bill exclaimed as he helped Starlo out of the sheet.
“Woo! Thanks pardner. Don’t know any uh, ‘Nome’ though.” Starlo chirped as he stood back up.
Bill meanwhile just stared dumbfoundedly at Starlo.
“…GODDAMN IT, NOME! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING GET YOURSELF TRANSFORMED AGAIN AND LOOK WHAT YOU DECIDE TO DO NOW! FUCK THIS! I’M DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT!” Bill then turned around and stormed out of the arcade.
Starlo turned and looked into the camera.
“Was it something I said?” he asked you confusedly.
Then a grand piano fell out of the sky and crushed him the end.~~~
What even is Starlo anyway? like is he a plant, a starfish, wtf is this man???
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