Switch Boy - Subby Arc (13 pts)

9: alien "Do not fear, human. I have not come to do you harm. My name is Yuzuha. I come from a distant galaxy; we are here to understand human emotions..." The woman told you this, her strange body and unfamiliar face beyond your comprehension. Then, what looked like her hands placed themselves against your forehead, her fingers connecting directly with yours. You felt an immediate surge of dopamine. The creature slowly began to transform, but her facial expressions remained alien—she couldn't quite mimic them yet. "I analyzed your mind for a fraction of a second. The primitive emotions of your species dictate that fear can be easily replaced with attraction. That is why I chose a form that you would find pleasing, and injected your system with pleasure hormones to calm you while I do my work." She told you this, and you realized she wasn't even opening her mouth; she could speak directly into your mind. Her hands moved back to your head, her expression beginning to shift, and that was when you realized something vital was missing. "Oh... how... pleasant. I was sent to review human free will and potential, but when I stripped away a fundamental part of your memories... ha... it felt... delicious. Watching you look so lost, with that expression of knowing something is missing... Don't look for it. It's gone, and now it's mine." She told you with a smug smile of pure satisfaction. Her strange eyes shifted into spirals, the true nature of her mental power finally revealing itself. Over and over, her fingers traced your face. Piece by piece, parts of you were stripped away until you felt like an empty shell, and yet, from one moment to the next, you found yourself staring right back at her. "They say the most powerful feeling isn't attraction, but love... I don't need to include you in my report, do I? I could always just keep you all to myself. Although, I'm afraid learning these dark, selfish emotions... is corrupting me. I want more..." That was what she said, but you couldn't understand her anymore. You were drooling, hopelessly and obsessively in love with her. Her lack of understanding made it impossible for her to be subtle with the programming she had implanted. Perdition had hooked its claws into you; this creature—who had formed her own shape and ambitions using the very pieces she stole from you—had become a reflection of your own inherent, twisted nature. Now, you would pay the consequences, but none of that mattered anymore. It was exactly what your present self wanted, because your past self... no longer existed.

Day 8: Music It was the moment you had been waiting for: your favorite idol had finally started her tour. You had been following her since her very first song, enjoying her music and her music videos so much. You were completely bewitched, in love; there was something about her—her words, her lyrics, her movements, her personality—that made you adore her endlessly. It was a complete sensation; whichever city she went to, sales soared, and her social media follower counts skyrocketed. Her fans were aggressive, fiercely defending her, loving her deeply, and news of assaults in different places kept surfacing. The common denominator? Those people had made derogatory comments about her. You didn't care; you would never speak ill of her. You loved her deeply; she was your adoration. Just as the concert began, you couldn't help wondering how gorgeous she would look, how she would dance, what it would be like to stand right in front of her. You trembled with excitement, a noticeable euphoria. You looked around; everyone was just like you—hands shaking, smiles forced, something felt a bit off... But then... she appeared. A soft voice began to sing, the idol danced and danced, and all your doubts melted away. Her songs gave you such calm, a peace comparable to a mother's embrace when you were a child afraid of the dark. Her gorgeous eyes sparkled. You danced with joy, shouting her name, waving your lightstick. "Everyone! Say... 'I love you, Yuzuha, I belong to you!'" Everyone shouted it at the same time, and in a way, everything made sense. Those tiny lyrics, filled with subtle triggers, striking music videos, hypnotic movements, and a charming smile... That concert was nothing more than the call of your "innocent" artist to gather her carefully prepared flock. Yuzuha's army would grow endlessly, and you wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. No one would ever take away her smile. "I LOVE YOU, YUZUHA, I BELONG TO YOU!"

Day 7: Zombie Walk What happened to you? You invited this beautiful girl from college over to your place; she seemed so nice and kind. The two of you were watching a movie, eating, drinking, and she asked to play a game... Then... why are you unable to control yourself?! She is putting a leash on you... You try to remember: she pulled out a pendulum and a video of a spiral from her bag, telling you it was a good game to relax. "Finally, I'm lucky," you had hoped. She was so pretty that you didn't even think about the consequences of trusting her so much. Time slipped away... You only remembered this after she made you relax so thoroughly. You were dizzy, and everything felt strange at the moment, but maybe it was just her beauty, your desperation, or you being too naive... "Every time you hear my fingers click... you follow. You are not the owner of your body anymore." "W-what?" Click. She was putting a leash on you, walked to the door, and clicked her fingers again. She looked at you. You were trapped inside your mind, watching your body make a strange effort to stand up—it was your last bit of willpower holding on, but then she looked at you, her eyes green like a snake's, turning into spirals. Your head was pounding; resisting was painful. You stood up, and immediate relief washed over you. Your feet dragged themselves toward her... Tears running down your cheeks—was it happiness or despair? She gripped the leash. A night walk in the park. A body no longer owned by you. A prison you built for yourself. This was your new life from now on.

The sun’s been ruthless all morning. Everything’s sticking to me. My skin’s covered in sweat. Every little movement makes it worse. I keep shifting, trying to get comfortable, but the heat just won’t let up. You can see it, right? How 𝗪𝗲𝘁 I am. How hard it is to stay still. I might need a little help cooling down… but looking at you, I don’t think that’s what you want to do. Just stay right there. Keep watching. Let your eyes follow every drop