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Fetzen"...Definitely a liminal space."
There was no way the bunker could be anything but, in Esther's mind. It had that particular feeling that you only found in empty schools, deserts at night, and your bedroom at 4 A.M. A feeling of thinness, as though at any moment some sort of portal to another world could burst open and send you off to Wonderland. Esther found herself wishing nervously that something like that would happen. She and her escort had passed a couple of the other surgery rooms, and the sounds that had come from them were... not pleasant. She kept up that line of thought all the way until she arrived at her designated surgery room. Her soldier escort opened the door for her, and Esther stepped inside...
pain
pain pain pain
allah's tits that is a LOT of pain
holy shit
okay, esther, let's try opening one eye. s l o w l y...
Rather than the stabbing beam of light Esther had expected, it would seem that the surgeons had turned the overhead lights off in the room, leaving the small window in the door as the only light source. "Oh thank goodness." Esther whispered, and opened her other seven eyes.
...Wait.
Esther slowly reached up a shaking hand to feel her forehead. Sure enough, she found six small eyes embedded there, which blinked reflexively at her touch.
Oh god. Oh my god, oh my god oh my god what the FUCK
Mirror. I need a mirror.
Esther tried to scoot herself off of the surgical bed (noting that the pain seemed to be subsiding pretty rapidly), only to catch sight of a jet black, blade-looking thing flicking towards her. She quickly flinched away, only for the... whatever it was to sway backwards and forwards gently from the residual motion. In fact, now that Esther looked at it more closely, it seemed more like... a leg.
oh FUCK no
She quickly looked down at her body, and it took all of her energy not to scream out loud.
Instead of a pair of nice, normal, human legs, Esther's lower body had been merged with that of a massive spider. Eight massive, pointed legs grew from a spider's torso that had apparently been seamlessly attached to her waist, replacing her legs. Or maybe they had mutated her legs into this somehow? Esther wasn't sure, and didn't really care that much, to be honest; she was focused on trying not to puke instead. She hated spiders. Not out of any particular trauma, really, she just was absolutely terrified of them. "And now I am a spider. Hahaha. Fuck. Allah in heaven, please forgive your humble follower for being so amazingly stupid as to sign up for this shit." And there was also, of course, the fact that her butt was now a massive spider abdomen. That was pretty gross as well, though it at least was not as bad as the legs.
Esther took a deep breath, then exhaled shakily. "Oookay. Let's try walking. And then finding that mirror." She scooted carefully off the bed, trying not to think about how gross her new set of legs looked. Fortunately, after a bit of wobbling, Esther found that she could stand and walk pretty well, though the clacking sound of her legs on tile was a little disconcerting.
Eventually, she was able to locate a hand mirror that had apparently been left for her, on top of the pair of jeans she had been wearing, which were folded neatly and left on a table near the door. All her other clothes had, fortunately, been left on her body, so she didn't have to worry about putting things back on. Esther picked up the mirror and angled it at her forehead, brushing aside some of the hair that had gotten in the way. Her new peepers were rather small and beady, compared to her original pair, and were entirely black. "I guess that's a good thing. It'd be pretty creepy to have six normal human eyes right in the middle of my forehead." Esther muttered. She still brushed some of her bangs over them, though. Even she wasn't very comfortable with them, to be quite honest.
Esther put the mirror down on the table and grabbed her jeans off the table, slinging them over her shoulder, before hesitantly reaching for the door handle and opening it. Outside was the same soldier who had escorted her to the surgery room. If he was surprised at her transformation, he didn't show it. In fact, he didn't say anything, only pointed down the hall at a door marked "Waiting Room", took her jeans, and left. Before Esther could complain, the man had strode down to another door, this one designated "Incinerator", and tossed her jeans inside, accompanied by the "FWOOSH" of hot air. "Oh, come on! Those were my favorite pair! ...Though I guess I don't need them now, what with the whole half-spider thing. You're lucky my wallet wasn't in there, though, or else you'd get a real earful!" The man said nothing. Esther looked at him for a bit before shrugging and walking back the way he had pointed.
Those in the waiting room would be able to hear a faint clicking sound from outside, which would steadily get louder until Esther arrived and opened the door. Said spider-lady had assumed that there wouldn't be anyone else in the waiting room yet, and thus was a bit embarrassed. She tried to maneuver herself around to sit on one of the chairs, and after a minute or so of floundering, decided to say "Fuck it" and sit on the floor, folding her legs underneath her. She smiled at everyone nervously, not knowing what else to do, and in so doing displayed her rather large new fangs. Not the greatest first impression.
There was no way the bunker could be anything but, in Esther's mind. It had that particular feeling that you only found in empty schools, deserts at night, and your bedroom at 4 A.M. A feeling of thinness, as though at any moment some sort of portal to another world could burst open and send you off to Wonderland. Esther found herself wishing nervously that something like that would happen. She and her escort had passed a couple of the other surgery rooms, and the sounds that had come from them were... not pleasant. She kept up that line of thought all the way until she arrived at her designated surgery room. Her soldier escort opened the door for her, and Esther stepped inside...
pain
pain pain pain
allah's tits that is a LOT of pain
holy shit
okay, esther, let's try opening one eye. s l o w l y...
Rather than the stabbing beam of light Esther had expected, it would seem that the surgeons had turned the overhead lights off in the room, leaving the small window in the door as the only light source. "Oh thank goodness." Esther whispered, and opened her other seven eyes.
...Wait.
Esther slowly reached up a shaking hand to feel her forehead. Sure enough, she found six small eyes embedded there, which blinked reflexively at her touch.
Oh god. Oh my god, oh my god oh my god what the FUCK
Mirror. I need a mirror.
Esther tried to scoot herself off of the surgical bed (noting that the pain seemed to be subsiding pretty rapidly), only to catch sight of a jet black, blade-looking thing flicking towards her. She quickly flinched away, only for the... whatever it was to sway backwards and forwards gently from the residual motion. In fact, now that Esther looked at it more closely, it seemed more like... a leg.
oh FUCK no
She quickly looked down at her body, and it took all of her energy not to scream out loud.
Instead of a pair of nice, normal, human legs, Esther's lower body had been merged with that of a massive spider. Eight massive, pointed legs grew from a spider's torso that had apparently been seamlessly attached to her waist, replacing her legs. Or maybe they had mutated her legs into this somehow? Esther wasn't sure, and didn't really care that much, to be honest; she was focused on trying not to puke instead. She hated spiders. Not out of any particular trauma, really, she just was absolutely terrified of them. "And now I am a spider. Hahaha. Fuck. Allah in heaven, please forgive your humble follower for being so amazingly stupid as to sign up for this shit." And there was also, of course, the fact that her butt was now a massive spider abdomen. That was pretty gross as well, though it at least was not as bad as the legs.
Esther took a deep breath, then exhaled shakily. "Oookay. Let's try walking. And then finding that mirror." She scooted carefully off the bed, trying not to think about how gross her new set of legs looked. Fortunately, after a bit of wobbling, Esther found that she could stand and walk pretty well, though the clacking sound of her legs on tile was a little disconcerting.
Eventually, she was able to locate a hand mirror that had apparently been left for her, on top of the pair of jeans she had been wearing, which were folded neatly and left on a table near the door. All her other clothes had, fortunately, been left on her body, so she didn't have to worry about putting things back on. Esther picked up the mirror and angled it at her forehead, brushing aside some of the hair that had gotten in the way. Her new peepers were rather small and beady, compared to her original pair, and were entirely black. "I guess that's a good thing. It'd be pretty creepy to have six normal human eyes right in the middle of my forehead." Esther muttered. She still brushed some of her bangs over them, though. Even she wasn't very comfortable with them, to be quite honest.
Esther put the mirror down on the table and grabbed her jeans off the table, slinging them over her shoulder, before hesitantly reaching for the door handle and opening it. Outside was the same soldier who had escorted her to the surgery room. If he was surprised at her transformation, he didn't show it. In fact, he didn't say anything, only pointed down the hall at a door marked "Waiting Room", took her jeans, and left. Before Esther could complain, the man had strode down to another door, this one designated "Incinerator", and tossed her jeans inside, accompanied by the "FWOOSH" of hot air. "Oh, come on! Those were my favorite pair! ...Though I guess I don't need them now, what with the whole half-spider thing. You're lucky my wallet wasn't in there, though, or else you'd get a real earful!" The man said nothing. Esther looked at him for a bit before shrugging and walking back the way he had pointed.
Those in the waiting room would be able to hear a faint clicking sound from outside, which would steadily get louder until Esther arrived and opened the door. Said spider-lady had assumed that there wouldn't be anyone else in the waiting room yet, and thus was a bit embarrassed. She tried to maneuver herself around to sit on one of the chairs, and after a minute or so of floundering, decided to say "Fuck it" and sit on the floor, folding her legs underneath her. She smiled at everyone nervously, not knowing what else to do, and in so doing displayed her rather large new fangs. Not the greatest first impression.
