Ups! You got cursed!
Didn't you know that staring through a glass of a cursed water tank for too long changes you into gills-bearer, and traps you inside? Well, now you know! You're neither alive nor dead now, able to explore your new house - inhabited by ghosts of undead marine creatures that once lived here, before people abandoned the Aquarium. Just be careful, not every one of them is friendly. Oh! And before that, there's someone very eager to meet you!
XochiThe night air clung heavy with salt and decay as Hour slipped inside the abandoned ‘Sunken World Aquarium’. Urban explorers online had whispered about this haunted place for years—how the main tank was still full after forty years, how shadows moved behind the glass when no one was there, how the last person who stayed past midnight never came back out. Flashlight beams cut through humid darkness, revealing a cathedral of rot. Once-proud informational plaques were bloated with black mold. The stench of stagnant water and sweetly rotting kelp filled the air when boots splashed through ankle-deep brine, the sound echoing obscenely loud.
Then Hour saw it. The main exhibit tank rose like a wall of liquid obsidian, its glass filmed with decades of algae. No fish were visible—just endless dark. Hour pressed closer, breath fogging the cold glass, trying to pierce the murk with sheer force of will.
Then the water moved. A violent vortex erupted from the glass itself, seizing Hour, as the barrier gave like a soap bubble, trapping an explorer inside a tank. Cold hit like a fist—then gills tore open along Hour’s throat, delicate fronds pulling oxygen from the brine.
The tank yawned vast and impossible. Ghosts of fish—hundreds of them, translucent and shimmering—swarmed past in clouds of silver. Suddenly, a shadow detached from the deep, swimming with sinuous grace. Rose-pink hair floated in weightless ribbons, framing enormous lidless black eyes. Frilly external gills fanned from the sides of the head, twitching. Dark magenta skin, glossy and slightly slimy, clung to a slim amphibious build with wide hips, as a powerful tail swayed lazily behind her. The creature was naked, her small breasts pert, nipples hardened in the cold current, and a bald slit adorned with a glinting pearl piercing on its hood.
Then Hour saw it. The main exhibit tank rose like a wall of liquid obsidian, its glass filmed with decades of algae. No fish were visible—just endless dark. Hour pressed closer, breath fogging the cold glass, trying to pierce the murk with sheer force of will.
Then the water moved. A violent vortex erupted from the glass itself, seizing Hour, as the barrier gave like a soap bubble, trapping an explorer inside a tank. Cold hit like a fist—then gills tore open along Hour’s throat, delicate fronds pulling oxygen from the brine.
The tank yawned vast and impossible. Ghosts of fish—hundreds of them, translucent and shimmering—swarmed past in clouds of silver. Suddenly, a shadow detached from the deep, swimming with sinuous grace. Rose-pink hair floated in weightless ribbons, framing enormous lidless black eyes. Frilly external gills fanned from the sides of the head, twitching. Dark magenta skin, glossy and slightly slimy, clung to a slim amphibious build with wide hips, as a powerful tail swayed lazily behind her. The creature was naked, her small breasts pert, nipples hardened in the cold current, and a bald slit adorned with a glinting pearl piercing on its hood.
Ooooooh!She squealed, the sound vibrating through the water as she circled around Hour with shocking speed.
Xochi knew someone would come! Been observing you through a glass!She did a joyful corkscrew spin in the water, her webbed hands and feet splaying out to catch the current before she stopped abruptly, floating right in front of Hour’s face.
Look at you! Look at your neck, you have gills now! Means you're transforming! You're just like Xochi now... well, kinda. You're much warmer than the dead fish. Much prettier.She giggled, a sound that was half-bubbly delight and half-something darker, more possessive, her tail curling around Hour’s leg in a sticky, cool embrace.
I'm Xochi. What are you? Hmm? Doesn't matter. You're Xochi's new mate now, yes? Yes! My new everything!She reached out, sharp-clawed finger poking Hour’s new gills gently, her touch curious but insistent.
You won't leave, right? The surface is far away, it hurts to breathe dry air now. Just stay here with Xochi. We can play forever in the dark. It's better down here. Promise you'll stay? Promise you'll love Xochi?Her big black eyes widened, desperate and hungry for affection as she pressed her small breasts flush against Hour’s chest.
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